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[ Hello, Guy! Escha was not in the mood for cooking for once, so with a tray of the provided food, she's looking for somewhere to sit and eat! And hey, why not have some company?
So she approaches wherever he's sitting. ]
Do you mind if I sit with you?
So she approaches wherever he's sitting. ]
Do you mind if I sit with you?
[He about chokes on what he already had on his mouth in an effort not to flail out of the chair, though it still ends up with him jolting enough that his chair makes a horrible screeching sound on the floor.
Smooth.]
W-whoa, uh-- Sure, help yourself. I don't mind at all.
[He's. Gonna subtly move his chair back a few inches further than he had been sitting before. Hrgh.]
Smooth.]
W-whoa, uh-- Sure, help yourself. I don't mind at all.
[He's. Gonna subtly move his chair back a few inches further than he had been sitting before. Hrgh.]
[ Escha is just under the impression that she startled him very badly and he is being very polite to make sure she has room. So. She sits down beside him and smiles! ]
Thanks. It's nice getting to eat with other people around, like this.
Thanks. It's nice getting to eat with other people around, like this.
[thank you fonon god
He's still a little tense at the proximity, but he forces his shoulders to try and relax.]
Agreed. Much better than being crammed in that bus, for sure.
I'm guessing that might not be what you mean, though, huh. [Casual, as he turns back to his food.]
He's still a little tense at the proximity, but he forces his shoulders to try and relax.]
Agreed. Much better than being crammed in that bus, for sure.
I'm guessing that might not be what you mean, though, huh. [Casual, as he turns back to his food.]
It was nice not being alone on the bus too, but I'm glad to be off of it.
I actually mean before all this. Before the last "game," even. I was so used to eating while I worked and eating in the atelier. But eating around other people is way better.
I actually mean before all this. Before the last "game," even. I was so used to eating while I worked and eating in the atelier. But eating around other people is way better.
It's hard not to multitask while you work, you know? Sometimes when you get real involved with something important, it's kind of impossible to put it down.
I think people might say that either means you're pretty passionate, or you're a little too overworked.
I think people might say that either means you're pretty passionate, or you're a little too overworked.
[ Escha is visibly brightening up at that first part. Yeah! You gotta multitask! This guy gets it!!!
But laughs self-consciously when he hits "overworked." ]
W-well. Maybe... But I love my work!
But laughs self-consciously when he hits "overworked." ]
W-well. Maybe... But I love my work!
Hahah -- hey, now, I didn't say it couldn't be both!
[A little wry, though his voice softens as he continues.]
I get it, though. I'm pretty sure I could stay up all night with a project on accident and get an earful from someone else. It's not that you don't care about taking care of yourself or anything. Getting caught up in the moment of doing a good job is just pretty rewarding.
[A little wry, though his voice softens as he continues.]
I get it, though. I'm pretty sure I could stay up all night with a project on accident and get an earful from someone else. It's not that you don't care about taking care of yourself or anything. Getting caught up in the moment of doing a good job is just pretty rewarding.
Sometimes you're just on a roll, and it's hard to stop or else it's like you'll lose momentum! And some stuff just takes a long time and you can't stop in the middle!
[ yeah. YEAH! ]
[ yeah. YEAH! ]
Yeah, exactly! Especially if you're dealing with something with significant impact, once you get that spark, it's way more satisfying to just work it out!
[FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT
itt: chronic workaholics inspire bad habits in one another]
Man. People just don't get it sometimes, I guess.
[FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT
itt: chronic workaholics inspire bad habits in one another]
Man. People just don't get it sometimes, I guess.
[ Workaholics unite... ]
They really don't! If they didn't want me to sleep in the atelier between recipes, they shouldn't have put a couch in there!
[ ... Escha. ]
They really don't! If they didn't want me to sleep in the atelier between recipes, they shouldn't have put a couch in there!
[ ... Escha. ]
Exactly!
[ The only reason she hasn't slept on the floor and at a desk is because she's had the couch in there from the start. ]
Yes, the atelier is my workshop. [ She sounds so wistful... She misses her atelier... ]
[ The only reason she hasn't slept on the floor and at a desk is because she's had the couch in there from the start. ]
Yes, the atelier is my workshop. [ She sounds so wistful... She misses her atelier... ]
I'm an alchemist. I do make food sometimes - rations and purified water... But I'm in R & D, so I make all kinds of other stuff, too.
What about you? What sort of work do you do? [ Since he is clearly a fellow work-enthusiast ]
What about you? What sort of work do you do? [ Since he is clearly a fellow work-enthusiast ]
[Well. All of the chairs are, APPARENTLY, all stacked into a convenient barricade leading up to the theater today! Annoying!
Considering it's just camp chairs, though, it's easy to move around them and head over to where the theater is playing through a trial set in the ballroom of a mansion, still running perfectly despite how heavy the rain is falling. And on the outskirts of the theater, as far under a tree as he can manage, is Guy, lounging on one of the chairs that he'd pulled from the barricade, leaned over on his knees with his hands gripped together in front of his face, mouth pressed tight, concentrating on the screen.
If he's got company, he absolutely doesn't notice.]
Considering it's just camp chairs, though, it's easy to move around them and head over to where the theater is playing through a trial set in the ballroom of a mansion, still running perfectly despite how heavy the rain is falling. And on the outskirts of the theater, as far under a tree as he can manage, is Guy, lounging on one of the chairs that he'd pulled from the barricade, leaned over on his knees with his hands gripped together in front of his face, mouth pressed tight, concentrating on the screen.
If he's got company, he absolutely doesn't notice.]
[ Regrettably, Escha still doesn't really know about. His phobia. So she comes and sits down next to him.
... But at first doesn't say anything, because boy does he look upset. Instead she just watches the screen, too. ]
... But at first doesn't say anything, because boy does he look upset. Instead she just watches the screen, too. ]
[
Well, he is no longer watching the screen the second he sees her out of the corner of his eyes sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HIM. He screeches, gripping the chair like he means to immediately yank himself out of it--
Considering that camp chairs are not very stable, this momentum backfires. He and the chair tip backwards immediately, the chair collapsing on itself as Guy tumbles back into the mud.]
Well, he is no longer watching the screen the second he sees her out of the corner of his eyes sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HIM. He screeches, gripping the chair like he means to immediately yank himself out of it--
Considering that camp chairs are not very stable, this momentum backfires. He and the chair tip backwards immediately, the chair collapsing on itself as Guy tumbles back into the mud.]
Edited 2020-06-18 03:04 (UTC)
[ Wow she must have startled him really badly! ]
Oh, I'm sorry!
[ And she. Gets up and approaches him to go offer him a hand up. Great. ]
Oh, I'm sorry!
[ And she. Gets up and approaches him to go offer him a hand up. Great. ]
[ She pulls her hand back and takes one step backwards. Then kneels down. ]
Is it - someone's power? [ That's her best guess about what's happening? ] I can help you.
Is it - someone's power? [ That's her best guess about what's happening? ] I can help you.
Don't, don't, just--- d-don't move. Just stay there, p-please.
[His back hits the tree trunk behind him, where he halts, trembling hands held out as though he expects her not to listen and jump forward again.]
Look, it's... it's not a power. I'm sorry. I wish I could say it was.
[His back hits the tree trunk behind him, where he halts, trembling hands held out as though he expects her not to listen and jump forward again.]
Look, it's... it's not a power. I'm sorry. I wish I could say it was.
[ People think that when they're under the influence of a power, so she's not sure she believes him? But she still nods and settles in more so that he can see she's not going to make any sudden movements. ]
Okay. Okay, I'm not moving.
Okay. Okay, I'm not moving.
[He takes a second to breath and regain his composure, his hands slowly lowering into his lap as the adrenaline starts to wear off.
When he speaks again, his voice has taken on a sheepish tone, but once laced with the fatigue of someone who has had to tell this information many, many times.]
It's... it's just fear. A phobia. Not a power.
I promise, it's not your fault. I just... I can't be that close to a woman without reacting like that most of the time.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
When he speaks again, his voice has taken on a sheepish tone, but once laced with the fatigue of someone who has had to tell this information many, many times.]
It's... it's just fear. A phobia. Not a power.
I promise, it's not your fault. I just... I can't be that close to a woman without reacting like that most of the time.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
[ Well. He sounds lucid. And 'most of the time' makes it sound like this isn't something new, so... ]
I see...
No, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
I see...
No, I'm sorry, I didn't know.
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