week six, tuesday

[moraled]

[...As ever, they pick up the pieces, and they carry on. A day or two does little to cushion the blows of the previous week, but they can't stay moping forever. Barnham knows that to be true, and so he's attempting to go about his business like normal, inspecting the town, looking through their supplies in the general store, and other things that were once strange but now have become mundane.

It's odd.

But... it's something they have to do, he believes.

No matter what.

They have to keep moving forward--which means in the day to day? They can't stop moving at all.]

Comments

[elemancy]

Still... what kind of friend would I be if I didn't tell you I appreciated it.

[noct can be kind of a punk, but he's not the sort to completely brush over something like that.

especially in a time and situation like this. he's got reasons—a lot of them, actually—for why he's approaching things in this way. barnham's patience and trust... it means a lot to him right now.]

[moraled]

[That's cute.

wtf Noct that's very cute.]

Indeed? Your manners are impeccable, if nothing else.

[cute]

[elemancy]

I, uh... guess so.

[don't make him feel awkward about it! he's a prince, of course he has some manner...]

[moraled]

[Well, he's still proud okay.]

Was there anything else, Young Noct?

[Or are they done here?]

[elemancy]

No... I think that's it for now.

[they're good.

or as good as it gets for them.]