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[There's no real heat in Zell's snark, nothing that suggests any real grudge in having to help Irvine. He's not really thinking of it in the same way Irvine is - and even if he were, it's unlikely he'd notice anyone's interest in him unless they spelled it out for him first - but in the end, Irvine is a comrade and friend and Zell doesn't have it in him to let him down.
Not intentionally, at least.
It figures, of course, that Irvine collapses into the first possible napping spot he sees; Zell's not even so mad about that except he's not sure which section they're even in or how far away the sections they need might be. On the other hand, doesn't seem like Irvine's planning on moving too far and he'll probably hear any confrontation so maybe it won't be so bad.]
Then stay put while I figure something out.
[Which means hitting up the desk to ask after a map or anything at all useful for two guys lost and in need of answers and a space to crash. The former prove to be a little too vast or wrongly-detailed for their immediate needs but he does walk away with an answer towards the latter, something he seeks to signal to Irvine with a gentle kick at his leg.]
We're rollin' out. Got a new place to find answers.
[In that time Irvine has slumped deeper into the chair, his hat over his face and Exeter on his lap. Even asleep, he holds it ready. In Galbadia, a soldier's best friend is either his sword or his gun.
[The kick wakes him easily and he props up the hat with a thumb to the brim, looking blearily out at Zell.]
Man, if ten minutes is all you need, I'm going to have to give you some pointers before you make your move on that pretty pig-tailed librarian.
[Please tell him it was more than ten minutes. He's almost willing to give up ... well, maybe his left arm ... for a bed. He stifles a yawn and gets unwillingly to his feet, shoving back the hat, Exeter resting on his shoulder.]
[The comment about the librarian back home earns a blank look as Zell opens his mouth to respond then decides against it, shaking his head a little. He has no idea what she has to do with anything here and right now he has more important things to think about.
Not that it should come as any surprise that he doesn't think about these things unless he has to and even then it takes a push.]
Apparently there's a place that deals in taking care of all of us who show up here without knowing how. Guess this must've been going on for a while if they need a place just for that but works out for us, I guess.
[And with that, he'll usher Irvine out so they can head for the supposed Welcome Centre. He's not sure what it'll entail but if it's even close to anything like Garden, it's the best place for them.]
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tushanshu_ooc2015-07-19 06:51 pm
sure!
[There's no real heat in Zell's snark, nothing that suggests any real grudge in having to help Irvine. He's not really thinking of it in the same way Irvine is - and even if he were, it's unlikely he'd notice anyone's interest in him unless they spelled it out for him first - but in the end, Irvine is a comrade and friend and Zell doesn't have it in him to let him down.
Not intentionally, at least.
It figures, of course, that Irvine collapses into the first possible napping spot he sees; Zell's not even so mad about that except he's not sure which section they're even in or how far away the sections they need might be. On the other hand, doesn't seem like Irvine's planning on moving too far and he'll probably hear any confrontation so maybe it won't be so bad.]
Then stay put while I figure something out.
[Which means hitting up the desk to ask after a map or anything at all useful for two guys lost and in need of answers and a space to crash. The former prove to be a little too vast or wrongly-detailed for their immediate needs but he does walk away with an answer towards the latter, something he seeks to signal to Irvine with a gentle kick at his leg.]
We're rollin' out. Got a new place to find answers.
no subject
[The kick wakes him easily and he props up the hat with a thumb to the brim, looking blearily out at Zell.]
Man, if ten minutes is all you need, I'm going to have to give you some pointers before you make your move on that pretty pig-tailed librarian.
[Please tell him it was more than ten minutes. He's almost willing to give up ... well, maybe his left arm ... for a bed. He stifles a yawn and gets unwillingly to his feet, shoving back the hat, Exeter resting on his shoulder.]
Where are we headed?
no subject
Not that it should come as any surprise that he doesn't think about these things unless he has to and even then it takes a push.]
Apparently there's a place that deals in taking care of all of us who show up here without knowing how. Guess this must've been going on for a while if they need a place just for that but works out for us, I guess.
[And with that, he'll usher Irvine out so they can head for the supposed Welcome Centre. He's not sure what it'll entail but if it's even close to anything like Garden, it's the best place for them.]