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[coordination]

The real things are pretty fragile. [ How ... ironic actually. ] But that shouldn't be, since I don't go for anything cheap.

[ After that declaration, the additional praise gets him to smile - still a little proud, smirky because he can't help but enjoy feeling the COOLEST, but definitely softer, a rarer sight for him.

But much like the rarest of gems, it's short-lived, and after a couple of moments of Blue inspecting it: ]

I'll show you what I mean. Lift it up a little.

[firstroar]

[it's still seen; it'll be remembered.

Blue hesitates to obey, because he's not immediately sure where to lift it from that wouldn't disturb it in some way. with a little encouragement, though, he does finally hold it up as suggested, little bits of it clinking and tinkling against itself, notes muted against his hands.]

[coordination]

[ No it never happened he'll deny it forever. ]

Just move that one hand.

[ With that last bit of instruction so he can properly hear how it's supposed to sound, Yzak lets out a light, short whistle, a Charter magic spell that conjures up a tiny gust of wind, but enough to rustle it.

And just like he claimed, the sound the chimes make when hit is more soft than shrill. ]

[firstroar]

[the act and resulting sounds yields a soft chuckle of wonder from Blue, who watches light catch off the wings of one of the forms.]

It's very lovely...

[coordination]

Good to know I made the right choices in gifts, then.

... And, at least this one doesn't seem to be causing any more tears. [ If Yzak was a person who joked and had a sense of humor that would have sounded a lot more lighthearted. But, ]

[firstroar]

Not all tears are terrible.

[he looks up, searching Yzak's expression.]

Don't let mine trouble you now. I'm tremendously grateful, is all...

[coordination]

I know, I know.

[ He's not troubled as much as he knows he's clearly Tough Guy projecting since he's mister "hates being seen being emotional and will run out of a room to avoid it." That thought as well as one along the lines of guess I'm not very good with the good ones, either! go through his mind. But despite them, he's still Very Clearly Pleased by the situation.

Enough that he'll add: ]

I don't believe there are any immediate upcoming celebrations that similarly have gift-giving as a tradition. But on the off-chance that there is, I'll aim for the same thing in that case, if you're this appreciative!

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[with a breathy laugh in his voice, speaking aloud again at last:] I might be done for, if you keep up such quality...

[coordination]

You should know by now that quality is something I'm constantly strive for!

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[with a slight nod:] Yes. It's up to me...to be able to be prepared to manage...with those high standards of yours.

[but that's not a terrible thing, is it? it's nice, being so thought of. it just hurts...not knowing how to reciprocate in a way as meaningful.

he thinks about that miserable dream of Yzak's - of bodies and isolation. until he can think of something better, company may have to suffice...for as long as he's around to be able to provide it.]

[coordination]

[ He feels content enough with Blue's appreciation. Clearly that's a gift in and of itself for him in return! ]

Anyway, I can put that up for you. [ He motions at the wind chimes. ] If you'd like. And then take my leave since I'm sure you'd prefer to get some rest.

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[after giving a little nod to the offer to hang the chime up:] You don't have to leave. Stay however long you wish...I enjoy your company.

[coordination]

[ His company being enjoyed ... highkey what he wants from anybody that he himself likes being around. So hearing that makes him happy as he reaches over with a nod to gingerly take the wind chimes. ]

Any preference on where?

[firstroar]

I'll trust your judgment. [his mouth tugs in a faint smirk.] You do have a fair hand at...decoration.

[coordination]

[ OoooOOOOO that ego stroke. He likes. ]

Good point. Let's see...

[ He looks around, considering. Probably somewhere close? Near enough to reach himself. Mobility issues and all. But as he does that: ]

What else did you manage to see and do today?

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Itachi gave me the means to move about easier, and...I went to the simulation. Where most people were. All those strange sights...the village...

I hear it was...based off memories of an Earth.

It was nice.

[coordination]

Yeah. Everything there was familiar to me, too. We don't really lean into the more religious aspects of the holiday where I'm from anymore, but we still celebrate the traditions.

You don't have anything similar, do you? Holidays like that. Or rather, maybe it's more accurate to ask that you haven't gotten the time to establish any.

[firstroar]

That's right. [Blue's eyes linger on the chime where it's been hung up.] Time, resources...the cause to celebrate...

[coordination]

Those will all become available on their own once you're settled.

[ He says that just as assured as he does anything else. There's some bit of empathy there, too, since while Yzak's world has those things - their holidays and celebrations - its still hard to really partake in and enjoy them during war time.

He opts to put the wind chimes up over Blue's bed, close enough that he can simply reach up if he wants to touch and hear it. But not where he'd hit it with his head or anything if he sat up. Strategic placement!! ]

There. How is that?

[firstroar]

[he nods, smiling approvingly - both in regard to the chime and Yzak himself.]

It's very good. Already, now the room seems...kinder. Thanks to you.

[coordination]

Kinder, huh...

[ He doesn't sound entirely skeptical, saying that - he doesn't think he's unkind and he knows his friends are his friends for a reason - still, he doesn't really hear it often (outside of ... probably his mother). ]

It'll be easier for you to reach yourself here, but not in the way. And it's not close enough to the ventilation that it'll be an issue and wake you by accident.

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[fondly:] Still completely on-the-mark. Just as expected, Yzak.

[coordination]

I don't enjoy missing. But I did graduate first in my class for marksmanship, after all.

[ Don't ask him about Athrun and that test.

Also don't ask him about where he ranked anywhere else.

(all he has is this one) ]

[firstroar]

[a soft sound. hoh?

while patting the bed beside him. you can sit again, Yzak, no more crafts.]

Was it quite a large class?

[coordination]

[ Sitting on the same bed? Lewd. But no, he obliges, crossing his legs and settling the slightest bit. ]

Yes. All new waves of soldiers are in particularly large groups.