the address from mira was pleasant. perhaps it would have been nicer in a different set of circumstances, but there was no knocking it now. he shook his head at the prospect of being in some kind of entanglement with ash, eyes widening a little. "no. no, nothing like that. he's just only seen one film, i think. threw me a bit," he said, pulling a bit of a face. "still. i think i'll just end up strapping him to the roof if he starts being a nuisance. if we attach some kind of artillery weapon on top, then he can fend off any creatures that try following us on the motor - highway. or just blow up some tailgaters." he offered a little shrug.
"it is. nice to meet you, mirabelle," he said, shaking her hand. "go on, then." as her request took form, he nodded, slowly beginning to understand the nature of the question. it appeared that she was digging herself quite the hole. "woah -" he said, a little attempt to prevent further spiral. "that's fine. you can be map duty, if you can hack it. i know it can be weird, motion sickness. i'll try not to do any handbrake turns. no promises, though. if i think it'll look really cool, it might be irresistible." he was joking, of course, but just to lighten the mood a little.
it wasn't long before a girl was approaching, complaining about something that teilo had absolutely no idea about. politely, he stepped back to allow the solution to be found between them aware that there wasn't much that he could offer in that department. his eyes met the pegasus again, and it seemed to dare him closer. fine. he was alright with playing that game. "alright, bud?" he muttered under his breath as he approached, aware of how odd it may have seemed if he was any louder with his greeting. his hand extended to allow the stallion a smell of him. "i would say 'you'll do', but i think you were saying that to me, weren't you?"
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as she loaded the gun, celeste found herself considering the last time she had used it. there was a thin film of dust on the barrel that she dusted with the wrist of her sleeve. it hadn't truly aged, not the way the rest of the world had, and in its way, she thought that it was rather similar to her. an item of kinship. it had, for a time, been the only objective thing that she could hold some trust in. with its new ammo, it was certain to serve her well.
she looked up when ophelia appeared to address her, looking between the pistol and her sister. "i won't need the practice" she asked, a little smile glimmering. "but it might be worth it. just for the joy." for a while, she considered it. "the noise, though. will it not make people nervous to hear the shots?" it certainly had done for her when she hadn't been the person with their finger on the trigger. "the last thing i want to do is cause a commotion." maybe that wasn't necessarily true, but it was best to stay conscientious on the matter.
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"you're right. i didn't think that you would be in on the entrepreneurial stuff so early. i - i really have to apologise for assuming the worst of you. it's a bad trait to have," leo said, eyebrows quirking when caleb once more used the opportunity to play a game of narcissism that wasn't certain in its genuineness. there had come no true answer when it came to that. it seemed a difficult mask to keep up permanently, but if it was trained, then that was a different story.
he hadn't really thought about weddings before - they'd never particularly been in his purview. in all his years, he could only think of one that he had attended, and that was when he was a child, when his mother was pregnant with his baby brother. he had no recollection of the event, just knew about it from photos that his happier, rounder face had been grinning in. the thought made his expression pensive momentarily, but it faded as soon as it came, attentions turned to caleb's apparent proficiency with machines. "i thought that was more of a hephaestus thing. but i'll take your word for it," he still wasn't well-versed when it came to mythology, shamefully, even despite it being his heritage.
"oh, was he? did he deserve it?" he asked, playing along a lot more openly. "i thought you'd have liked the attention from him. maybe he was just trying to prove a point to you." the story of the dog leash and the toupee made him chuckle. he had no stories like that from his school days. he had hardly any of them to harken upon. most of the time, he had been in the fields, or in an isolated room to account for his 'distracting' or, on occasion, 'delinquent' behaviour. "i think that i can look past it. everyone has their own little dark past. it would be hypocritical of me to call it all off just because you accidentally tried to kill someone in cold blood when you were younger. it's just a flaw i'll have to look past."
