[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]
[There's a brief moment of strangeness to his expression before he gets a grip on himself. Sorry, Emet, now Levity is the one trying to be a cagey bastard.]
Well, it's not like I have been responsible for any sharp drops as of late. And... don't worry about it. Just a bit of tiredness, that's all.
[It's probably telling how he hesitates at that question.]
... No, it's not that. It's just that looking for a place together sounds like something you would do, too. Maybe your main objective was getting me out of the dorms.
[There's another moment of silence, though shorter this time; he thinks back on what Lily told him earlier, that Emet and Cosmo wouldn't bother with him if they didn't want to. He's not sure he believes it, but... not being sure is a step up from being certain they shouldn't bother.]
What you picked is fine. We can always go exploring some other day.
[He gives a small, quick smile at that first part - right now, thinking about the past is harder than he can manage. But he does sit down next to Emet, letting his legs dangle over the stream.]
What a question? Truthfully, I am not sure. A connoisseur of fine arts? The slightly grouchy neighbor that tells the neighborhood children the best stories but enjoys sending them back home to their parents when the evening is over?
[He chuckles in response and reaches for another stone - but even relaxed as he is, the kiss catches him by surprise, to the point he drops the stone.]
Oh--
[Well, turns out several days (weeks, months?) of depression and running himself into a corner in his own mind have not been good for Levity. He feels tears start to well up and blinks rapidly in order to hide them. How is he supposed to deal with things when Emet is being nice to him???]
I thought you wanted to be a connoisseur of art, not a stone skipper.
[He raises a hand to send his stone flying - but there's a pause, tension suddenly filling his body. Just as suddenly, he gives a self-deprecating chuckle, letting his hand drop and looking away.]
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[He shrugs.]
You seem a bit subdued. Would you care to speak your mind?
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Well, it's not like I have been responsible for any sharp drops as of late. And... don't worry about it. Just a bit of tiredness, that's all.
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[He taps his chin.]
If you decide to speak your mind, even if it is jumbled, I will listen. But I promised a more exciting outing than this. Come.
[He will go to the passenger side.]
I don't have the best directions so we might have to circle a few times.
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Well, that shouldn't be too much trouble. It's not like we are low on time or fuel. Where did you have in mind?
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... No, it's not that. It's just that looking for a place together sounds like something you would do, too. Maybe your main objective was getting me out of the dorms.
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My main objective was to spend time with you and check up on you. Whether we search for new greenery or select which I have found is up to you.
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What you picked is fine. We can always go exploring some other day.
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[He will guide him --- with a few directional mishaps -- to here.]
I know it is not as vast as other places, but I found it to be quite serene.
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... It is quite lovely.
[Once again he looks torn, like there's some inner struggle going on. But after a few moments of somewhat awkward silence he adds:]
It looks like the kind of place you'd choose for a nap.
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[He pats him on the back and sits down.]
But you are right. It would be a good place for a nap. How dreadful that is what I am most known for now.
[But he seems more amused than anything.]
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What would you rather be known for?
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What a question? Truthfully, I am not sure. A connoisseur of fine arts? The slightly grouchy neighbor that tells the neighborhood children the best stories but enjoys sending them back home to their parents when the evening is over?
How about you?
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Are you a connoisseur of fine arts?
[He looks down at the water, pondering his own answer.]
... I don't know. I'm sorry.
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[He hands him a small pebble.]
Perhaps simply start small. 'Acclaimed stone skipper' is a title still yet unclaimed.
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Do I have to be good at skipping for that, or merely do it a lot? I could travel the city, finding the best places to skip stones, I suppose.
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Keep a little journal with pictures? I can see it. If the title is your to define and conjure, who can dispute it? Rules of your own making.
[He has to sit up straight to do it --- perish the thought! --- but he does lean up and kiss the top of his head.]
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Oh--
[Well, turns out several days (weeks, months?) of depression and running himself into a corner in his own mind have not been good for Levity. He feels tears start to well up and blinks rapidly in order to hide them. How is he supposed to deal with things when Emet is being nice to him???]
S-Sorry, you startled me.
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My devious scheme to challenge you for your title. Wouldn't do if you didn't have a little competition.
[He skips it across the water.
And he does see him blinking back wetness, but he's not going to bring that into focus. At least not yet.]
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He manages to smile, picking up another stone.]
I thought you wanted to be a connoisseur of art, not a stone skipper.
[He raises a hand to send his stone flying - but there's a pause, tension suddenly filling his body. Just as suddenly, he gives a self-deprecating chuckle, letting his hand drop and looking away.]
... I couldn't measure up to you, anyway.
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Don't take it too personally. Not many have had the opportunity of practice as we have.
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... Is acting all it is?
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But that is part of the journey. Learning. You'll not know it all as you start. I daresay you won't even at the end of that journey.
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