If he was truly concerned, Wolfram had managed to leave those emotions behind him once he had left the cabin. It wasn't, after all, as if he hadn't met strangers before. That train of thought only made him wonder why he had entertained worry in the first place.
Mentally counting the pages in the Guide as he walked, he clasped his hands behind his back. 35, 36, an impossible explaination, 37. No, he couldn't keep that up. He'd go insane if he tried to memorize the nonsense in that 'helpful' block of words. Surely there were other distractions he could focus on if needed be.
Wolfram looked up and let his gaze search the hallway infront of him. Luckily, he could see a familiar face not far from where he was.
"There you are." he said, as a way of greeting the dark haired swordsman. Wolfram placed a hand on his hip, looking at him. "Everything alright?"
"Of course." Yuri grinned at Wolfram and pushed away from the wall. "You ready for this? She's probably not going to greet us with open arms." Not that Yuri intended to pay attention at all to that. Rita needed a break from working, whether she admitted it or not. She'd thank them for it later.
"Rita's in room 3-15." A room Yuri had never actually been in, with roommates he didn't know. But he didn't intend to let that stop him either, and his step was determined as he headed toward the elevator to return to the third floor.
"Yes," Wolfram assured him with a smile in return. Keeping his replies brief was the simplest and fastest way to break the tension, in his experience. He reminded himself that although Yuri often took things less seriously than he was used to, he hadn't actually pushed him into danger yet. Besides, he had spoken with the girl briefly, and she had seemed just fine then. "As long as she doesn't have any guns, I'm sure everything will work out." Wolfram added, dryly.
"Is there a particular way to refer to her as? Or will her name be enough?" he asked, recalling long hours of etiquette that had been drilled into his mind.
"Rita doesn't need guns," Yuri pointed out. Even if she had them, she wouldn't use them. And why should she? He'd never tell her, but he'd been pretty impressed by her skill with magic and blastia. She might work too hard, but she was good at what she did. And if anyone could figure out these computers, Rita could.
Yuri laughed at the question; it wasn't something that would ever have occurred to him to ask. Who cared about fancy titles? If someone had an attitude and insisted on a title, that was all the more reason not to use it. "She calls herself Rita Mordio, genius mage of Aspio. But just Rita will be fine."
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Mentally counting the pages in the Guide as he walked, he clasped his hands behind his back. 35, 36, an impossible explaination, 37. No, he couldn't keep that up. He'd go insane if he tried to memorize the nonsense in that 'helpful' block of words. Surely there were other distractions he could focus on if needed be.
Wolfram looked up and let his gaze search the hallway infront of him. Luckily, he could see a familiar face not far from where he was.
"There you are." he said, as a way of greeting the dark haired swordsman. Wolfram placed a hand on his hip, looking at him. "Everything alright?"
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"Rita's in room 3-15." A room Yuri had never actually been in, with roommates he didn't know. But he didn't intend to let that stop him either, and his step was determined as he headed toward the elevator to return to the third floor.
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"Is there a particular way to refer to her as? Or will her name be enough?" he asked, recalling long hours of etiquette that had been drilled into his mind.
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Yuri laughed at the question; it wasn't something that would ever have occurred to him to ask. Who cared about fancy titles? If someone had an attitude and insisted on a title, that was all the more reason not to use it. "She calls herself Rita Mordio, genius mage of Aspio. But just Rita will be fine."
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