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Apr. 10th, 2013 03:50 am
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Date: 2013-04-21 09:29 am (UTC)
thelionheart: like red roses (wear out the blood in our cheeks)
From: [personal profile] thelionheart
"Lionish?" He asked as they started off but was soon distracted by the rest of the information that last twenty or so seconds had thrown at him; a small girl with a shockingly firm handshake, the new knowledge that naming your child after a smell was apparently not an act of cruelty, the speed at which they were walking, the sudden hitch that had been in her voice.

He doesn't know what to tackle first. Usually in these situations he stays silent but that would be awkward, when they've been talking so long. So he picks up on the last part instead: "Countshire? Oh, I know that place. You need a hand?"

Date: 2013-04-26 11:33 am (UTC)
umehime: When I could see your breath lead where you were going to (What were the words I meant to say)
From: [personal profile] umehime
Even while she was busy trying to read the map, Umeka noticed that this Leo didn't talk much. No, best not to judge him yet. Perhaps he was just being polite and letting her focus on-

"You've been to Countshire?" she asked slowly, a marked difference from her usual hundred words per minute. Forcing a smile, she nodded. "I mean, that would be amazing! Thank you so much. It's just such a remote location. I didn't think I'd run into someone... with ties. Are, aa, you a student?"

Oh, Souji would be livid if he could see her floundering like this. Her pact with Nemhain had made her soft...

Date: 2013-04-28 10:03 am (UTC)
thelionheart: of the ones that were left behind (pass the wondering eyes)
From: [personal profile] thelionheart
Leo looks down at the suitcase, adjusts his grip on it. "I'm doing my MA in English literature there next year, hopefully."

Maybe. The suitcase bumps against his leg and he hums a bit. "It is remote, isn't it? Right up there. Well, down there, for me."

He checks his watch and then looks at the departure board. His train is still delayed. At least his ticket is open return. "I don't know the place that well, but I think I remember how to get there. Which part of it do you need help with?"

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