[ it's a quiet few minutes up. the creak of wood, scuff of boot on stone. cedric drops his end once they’ve drawn into the hall. he isn't done, only needs a break: thumb dug into the meat of his hand, the strange, numb ache of anchor. a sore spot.
at last,]
Fine. [ he'll come see. ] But when Baudin asks y'to dinner, you're saying yes.
[ is that a point for or against friendship? unclear. cedric puts his back to the wall, stretches an arm. it's mostly so he isn't looking at vanya. still cooling down, sure. but, ]
She knows 'bout my folks. Been good, having someone gets it.
[ the life he's lived is leagues closer to vanya and gela than orlesian nobility. but they're nearer in turn: merchants and artisans, an entirely different nevarra to his own. the muddle of his syllables reminds it whenever they slip from trade. ]
[ he ought to ask what. ought to ask why, ought to pry a little, when he's given near an invitation. but it's only been a few minutes. but yeah, something does rise protective for gwen; way it does for gela, and barrow, and keen, ]
Just... you got people, is all.
[ vanya knows that. he's said as much. sometimes you've got to say it, too. ]
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at last,]
Fine. [ he'll come see. ] But when Baudin asks y'to dinner, you're saying yes.
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[A moment.]
Do you know of a particular forthcoming invitation, or just generally.
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[ 'he already said yes', right, and that was before cedric made it an outing ]
It's that book she's reading. You, me, and Gela. Regular.
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[More an invitation than a question, especially under the circumstances.]
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[ is that a point for or against friendship? unclear. cedric puts his back to the wall, stretches an arm. it's mostly so he isn't looking at vanya. still cooling down, sure. but, ]
She knows 'bout my folks. Been good, having someone gets it.
[ the life he's lived is leagues closer to vanya and gela than orlesian nobility. but they're nearer in turn: merchants and artisans, an entirely different nevarra to his own. the muddle of his syllables reminds it whenever they slip from trade. ]
Cares on you a lot.
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[ he ought to ask what. ought to ask why, ought to pry a little, when he's given near an invitation. but it's only been a few minutes. but yeah, something does rise protective for gwen; way it does for gela, and barrow, and keen, ]
Just... you got people, is all.
[ vanya knows that. he's said as much. sometimes you've got to say it, too. ]
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I'm relieved to know you are not having us haul furniture this way just for your health.
[A bit more sincere, he adds,] I do appreciate it.
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