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( a shame the conversation progresses no further. they cannot help the feeling of familiarity that needles at their mind — if the two had met once, the memory was far-gone, lost to a haze he could not push past. or perhaps… this persistent tug was nothing more
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gentle whack on his back. kazuha pauses in his walk, delicately taking the hat in his bandaged hand. they turn, holding it out for the other to take. )
apologies. ( his smile twinges fond at his friend’s mischievous nature. ) seems as though the wind wished
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hmm.
( they suppose itto does make similar faces to the man facing the camera. )
perhaps the question is more “when will he wear wigs?”
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i have heard great tidings about fontaine and her fate— i suppose i wanted to witness it with my own eyes.
( he returns his attention to dainsleif, back to those blue stars plucked from the night. )
leave it to our dear traveler to save yet another nation.
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( there's a distinct sour taste in his mouth after kazuha's remark and the downward twitch of his lips makes it obvious that he doesn't quite agree with that statement. the wind can be fierce thing, something that can destroy as easily as it can bring some enjoyment. )
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( their own gaze shifts over to the tavern. ah, so there it was. how puzzling a layout this place had. )
hmm. then no matter where i end tonight, it shall be a story worth remembering.
( he smiles, unfazed by the cold look he’s given. )
thank you for the help.
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( despite the other’s tone, the side of kazuha’s lip twitches upward. )
i appreciate you caring for my well-being. rest assured, i am capable of holding my spirits*, so i’m sure my feet would find their way to a nearby inn after.
( * no, he cannot. )
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. . . .
( they take a moment to give the other a once-over, thoughtful. )
perhaps somewhat. the hat— it does make you stand out from the crowd.
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