[ Lune is, perhaps, being a little overprotective. It's not that she thinks Gustave is fragile —
(or, well, maybe a little, all things considered)
but now that he's out-of-sight and no longer sleeping on their floor and she doesn't have the immediate confirmation that the other expeditioner is safe, she finds herself fretting about it. As if their wayward engineer might vanish again, any moment now. ]
[ this whole instant messaging thing is extremely convenient; if only they'd had it back home! He has definitely already been sending Maelle old man texts, so Lune will at least avoid him fumbling through using the function for the first time. ]
Lune! I'm settling in fine. I never did thank you for healing my injury when I first got here, thank you for that. It's doing much better than it was. Cleaning out this apartment would have been pretty unpleasant on me otherwise.
[ he's so befuddled by his own resurrection that he hasn't even really considered that it opens up the doorway to other people coming back, too. Gustave will join Sciel in the "paralysing existential quandary" club once he realizes there's a possibility of a second chance with Sophie. Fortunately, that day is not today. ]
My spine's relieved too. But I do miss you two, honestly.
Maelle and I are doing all right on our own, actually. We've even found a useful thing or two laying around. I won't pretend it doesn't feel wrong though. Scrounging around through someone else's things like this, even if they're gone. There's pictures here I don't know what to do with.
We should set up some regular check-ins, if you're amenable; perhaps a group meal on the weekends? I also have some paperwork I'll need to drop off for the pair of you. Contingency plans for emergencies, like Expedition procedure.
[ ... ]
And you could think of it like reclaiming supplies post-Gommage? I know some people traded up for larger apartments after the previous inhabitants went. Clear out the personal effects, use what remains.
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text, sometime after he gets a place of his own
(or, well, maybe a little, all things considered)
but now that he's out-of-sight and no longer sleeping on their floor and she doesn't have the immediate confirmation that the other expeditioner is safe, she finds herself fretting about it. As if their wayward engineer might vanish again, any moment now. ]
How are you settling in?
loon... 🥺
Lune!
I'm settling in fine. I never did thank you for healing my injury when I first got here, thank you for that. It's doing much better than it was. Cleaning out this apartment would have been pretty unpleasant on me otherwise.
How about you and Sciel?
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Managing. Bit of a relief not accidentally stepping on you in the mornings-- not that we minded.
Do you need any help clearing out your new place?
e33 spoilers... do i need to warn for them on my own journal?? well i shall anyway
My spine's relieved too. But I do miss you two, honestly.
Maelle and I are doing all right on our own, actually. We've even found a useful thing or two laying around.
I won't pretend it doesn't feel wrong though. Scrounging around through someone else's things like this, even if they're gone. There's pictures here I don't know what to do with.
on the safe side always
[ ... ]
And you could think of it like reclaiming supplies post-Gommage? I know some people traded up for larger apartments after the previous inhabitants went. Clear out the personal effects, use what remains.