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[lunarborn]

[Presently, Cecil is pacing a steady circle along the perimeter of the barrier, as he has been doing for the past several days. He's packed provisions to last upwards of a week. In short, two of his loved ones have been taken, and in the same short span he's witnessed the wanton attack on a new friend who'd been trying to make amends with old enemies. With a mounting distaste for his fellow inmates, he's chosen the company of the outdoors. Kain, he will see that hypothermia of yours and raise you some frostbite.

When he speaks, it is in the beleaguered and restless tone generally reserved for the restless and insomniac.]

Kind sirs and madams, if I may, I wish to trouble you with but a momentary request. If a Rosa or Rydia are returned from their kidnapping directly into the village, would someone kindly note it via the journals if they aren't capable of doing so themselves? They are missed.

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[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[So resourceful that she tied Kain up. :| But they are most certainly never discussing that. Kain looks down and again nods. Even if he was still confused at home, there wasn't all of this other nonsense thrown in.]

[Action] duuuude Cecil's notifs are broken today and I'm ALL THROWN OFF. >| *mashes reload*

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

...Perhaps this is one such occasion that demands discussion over ale. [Because good beer is the solution to most troubles. Bad beer too. And because neither one of them are drunk enough to take this conversation much further.]

[Action] *kiiiiicks LJ*

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[Kain shrugs, nods, it's more an automatic sort of reply just to reply... Cecil could have suggested they go kick puppies or go streaking or something else just as insane, and he wouldn't have reacted much. HE IS THIS HOPELESS. But at least he won't/can't turn him down.]

;-; thank you~

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

[What if they kicked puppies while streaking? Cecil doesn't mind the apathy very much, since Kain's given him permission to drag him off into the closer of the two pubs. He didn't need very much of an excuse, really. The nodding is good enough.]

XD

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[It probably won't knock away this deep dark horrible cloud of miserable woe and doom and foreboding, but... maybe they can emo together for a little bit. So Kain just goes along with him. And also says "..." just because.]

<3

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

[But that's just Kain's regular expression lately anyway. It isn't until he two frothy mugs are placed on the table in front of them that Cecil connects this moment to the last time they'd connected like this -- the eve Kain died.]

... Have you been well, Kain? All things considered? [He asks as though they don't share space in the same house. Cecil fails at paying attention.]

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[How ominous. But that thought hasn't escaped Kain's attention either, and it does settle into mind. He first takes a few gulps of his drink. He goes through the cards from Quistis, selecting and holding up one. It's not the truth, really, but it's what he'd rather tell him.]

I'm well.

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

[He forces a smile at the sight of Kain's cards.] Those are much more convenient than what you were using before! How clever of you.

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[This part he doesn't have a card for, but only has to write one word to explain.]

Quistis.

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well. That explains a lot.] Still, it must make things so much easier for you! It's good you're adapting.

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs and then drinks some more. He's adapting as much as Kain is capable of.]