[ take it in, emily. the glory. he's sure she's impressed. anyone would be impressed. ]
It's home as of—... [ he goes to check a watch he remembers not wearing. whatever. ] Sometime yesterday?
[ ryouma doesn't usually show off, but the way he hops onto a pole and then down onto the prow of the boat before coming to stand next to her on the dock is one of those things you can only pull off when you're working with better-than-average balance. ]
[that's legit enough to her. crossing her arms, she looks it over, scrutinizing.]
Well, I'm glad you have your own home now. Enough room to do as you like. But please tell me you intend on putting your own personal touch upon it sooner rather than later.
It'll be a project, but nothing you can't handle. And you'll need some extra hands - I'll send out word to some of the more physically inclined sort I know. They did a good enough job with the clinic, so you know they won't be liable to break things waywardly.
[that look on her face says she's thinking of things like lists and organizing and tasks being done - an unconscious reflex.]
I appreciate it! Dunno much about buildin' and decoratin' things. y' any good at that?
[ her apartment looks nice, after all. she's clearly capable of doing more than ryouma, who chooses everything based on functionality and never even thinks of form. clearly. ]
I owe ya one for havin' the suggestion, else I might not've been in the right place at the right time. Hehe, even had somebody from the Department make it all official.
[ given the time and the time frame since he's had it and the speed of bureaucracy, it's safe to assume it's not as official as it could be, but who cares. ]
[she doesn't trust cops as far as she can throw them, so Ryouma's degree of approval is enough. instead, she keeps looking over the boat, eyes widening when he talks about decorating.]
I can only decorate to my own taste. What you like, what would make it your home...you should have final say on that. All advice I can offer would be just that - advice.
[that, and her entire apartment was crafted on a thrifting budget. fixing is better than buying new when it costs less. she has little idea what he's projecting for the whole affair, after all.]
Mm, yeah. S'pose you're right. It's just hard t' know where to begin.
[ nothing can harsh his happy, triumphant buzz for real, but something of a more somber shadow falls over his expression all the same. it's impossible not to let his thoughts drift to the past when he thinks of things like home. ]
I gave up on havin' place of my own a long time ago. After I died, the roads may not have been the physical sort, but I just kept movin' anyway...
[ and as if on cue he does exactly that, though mostly because he intends to try and shake that feeling. yeah, he's doing his usual deflection, shaking the melancholy off like dust before he smiles at her in a way that wants to be really convincing. ]
What I mean to say is I appreciate any advice ya give me! I'll figure it out in time.
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It's home as of—... [ he goes to check a watch he remembers not wearing. whatever. ] Sometime yesterday?
[ ryouma doesn't usually show off, but the way he hops onto a pole and then down onto the prow of the boat before coming to stand next to her on the dock is one of those things you can only pull off when you're working with better-than-average balance. ]
Didja see the name? It's like it was meant to be!
[ he's so proud. ]
'Cause I'm a horse too, after all.
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[that's the kindest thing she can think to say. diplomatic. not stating her real feelings on it.]
How on earth did you acquire it?
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[ what part might that be? he assumes this is considered a luxury. it would have been in like... 1863. ]
I got real lucky when I was out drinkin' with a friend. Won it from a Kappa in a card game.
[ which is... totally legit ownership. ]
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Well, I'm glad you have your own home now. Enough room to do as you like. But please tell me you intend on putting your own personal touch upon it sooner rather than later.
[something less....of it all.]
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[ he thinks on it a little, looking thoughtful. ]
Dunno about the red. Red isn't really me. Hehe, I bet Izō would like it...
[ in fact he could not be more wrong about that if he tried.
which is maybe evidence of all his problems but shhh. ]no subject
[that look on her face says she's thinking of things like lists and organizing and tasks being done - an unconscious reflex.]
But I'm happy for you. Really and truly, I am.
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[ her apartment looks nice, after all. she's clearly capable of doing more than ryouma, who chooses everything based on functionality and never even thinks of form. clearly. ]
I owe ya one for havin' the suggestion, else I might not've been in the right place at the right time. Hehe, even had somebody from the Department make it all official.
[ given the time and the time frame since he's had it
and the speed of bureaucracy, it's safe to assume it's not as official as it could be, but who cares. ]no subject
I can only decorate to my own taste. What you like, what would make it your home...you should have final say on that. All advice I can offer would be just that - advice.
[that, and her entire apartment was crafted on a thrifting budget. fixing is better than buying new when it costs less. she has little idea what he's projecting for the whole affair, after all.]
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[ nothing can harsh his happy, triumphant buzz for real, but something of a more somber shadow falls over his expression all the same. it's impossible not to let his thoughts drift to the past when he thinks of things like home. ]
I gave up on havin' place of my own a long time ago. After I died, the roads may not have been the physical sort, but I just kept movin' anyway...
[ and as if on cue he does exactly that, though mostly because he intends to try and shake that feeling. yeah, he's doing his usual deflection, shaking the melancholy off like dust before he smiles at her in a way that wants to be really convincing. ]
What I mean to say is I appreciate any advice ya give me! I'll figure it out in time.