[ The nervous energy moves from Austria to France in the form of fidgeting quietly, not enough to be distracting but still noticeable. His cuticles will be mad later. The speculation makes him shrug. ] Do you think that this place would let us go in tandem? [ There's a note of doubt in the question, and he elaborates: ] What would you even do with that version of myself? Scold my poor behavior and pray that it ignites some dormant memory?
[ It had been lonely, in a bizarre sense, being the only one in on the secret among his peers. Part of him had felt disbelief; how could they not notice he was gone? Austria's musings seemed to reflect the experience well enough. They had been split and tethered, strung between two places. He could think of more appealing ways to be strung, and the thought lifts his mood enough, along with the offered flute, to make him flash a smile in thanks. ]
Oh, so I loathed you? That's not quite what I remember... [ The cheek. He knows that it isn't quite true; he'd certainly had his moments where being handsome didn't save France's opinion of Austria. Loathing was reserved for a select few. Disdain, however... ] Nonsense? The wings may be growing on me. You look very regal. [ Ah. So, he is possibly flirting. Taking a drink, he has a moment to piece together his thoughts. ] I know that he is still you but I forgot just how far that rod was stuck up your derriere.
[ It was a reminder of how it had felt to pine after his companion with little chance of breaking through. That frustration – the tedium of it all – had been the norm before Prismatica. It wasn't as if France was unfamiliar with taking two steps forward and leaping backward as far as his relationships went, but he didn't want it. Not really.
There's cheese in his hand. When did that happen? He takes an experimental nibble before deeming it passable, looking from Austria to the unlit lantern beside him. ] It's a lantern. There seems to be something strange happening around here so they are handing these out. Bit odd, don't you think? [ He does the courteous thing of wiping his hands off, sacrificing his pants leg just this once to pick it up and hold it between them for inspection. ]
I do not know if it's more novelty or what... I think the cashier mentioned it was meant to be ignited by two people, so perhaps it's a gimmick? [ The lantern certainly isn't igniting with just France's fingertips on the stupid thing. He peers over at Austria, curious. There was the whole bit about it changing color depending on the bond but he'd been so distracted by hurrying back that it'd been largely glossed over. Purple had meant the pair hated each other. This is something he shares with Austria before smiling. ] I wonder if the lantern believes that I hate you? Would you like to try?
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[ It had been lonely, in a bizarre sense, being the only one in on the secret among his peers. Part of him had felt disbelief; how could they not notice he was gone? Austria's musings seemed to reflect the experience well enough. They had been split and tethered, strung between two places. He could think of more appealing ways to be strung, and the thought lifts his mood enough, along with the offered flute, to make him flash a smile in thanks. ]
Oh, so I loathed you? That's not quite what I remember... [ The cheek. He knows that it isn't quite true; he'd certainly had his moments where being handsome didn't save France's opinion of Austria. Loathing was reserved for a select few. Disdain, however... ] Nonsense? The wings may be growing on me. You look very regal. [ Ah. So, he is possibly flirting. Taking a drink, he has a moment to piece together his thoughts. ] I know that he is still you but I forgot just how far that rod was stuck up your derriere.
[ It was a reminder of how it had felt to pine after his companion with little chance of breaking through. That frustration – the tedium of it all – had been the norm before Prismatica. It wasn't as if France was unfamiliar with taking two steps forward and leaping backward as far as his relationships went, but he didn't want it. Not really.
There's cheese in his hand. When did that happen? He takes an experimental nibble before deeming it passable, looking from Austria to the unlit lantern beside him. ] It's a lantern. There seems to be something strange happening around here so they are handing these out. Bit odd, don't you think? [ He does the courteous thing of wiping his hands off, sacrificing his pants leg just this once to pick it up and hold it between them for inspection. ]
I do not know if it's more novelty or what... I think the cashier mentioned it was meant to be ignited by two people, so perhaps it's a gimmick? [ The lantern certainly isn't igniting with just France's fingertips on the stupid thing. He peers over at Austria, curious. There was the whole bit about it changing color depending on the bond but he'd been so distracted by hurrying back that it'd been largely glossed over. Purple had meant the pair hated each other. This is something he shares with Austria before smiling. ] I wonder if the lantern believes that I hate you? Would you like to try?