Meeting with Viatorus is as natural as it ever is, and Harrowheart is just as eager to see Runa again, but the prospect of seeing Isidor is... Complicated. Of course he wants to see her, but at the same time does he? It's the first time he's seeing her since she met with his family and – in his and Lawrence's opinions, at least – disrespected everything about who he is. This meeting is the fabled 'next time he sees her,' the moment he should expect an apology. But under these circumstances?...
For the first time in his life he thinks he really understands the core of being Isidor, because he knows he has one obligation: To swallow his emotions, put on a smile, and have a wonderful day. For Viatorus' sake. It helps that every time he sees his friends his natural inclination is to smile, though he's not used to the strange kind of dissonance that comes when he finally sees Isidor. How can he be at once so excited and so full of dread?
He calms his nerves by spending a moment considering their fashion. Viatorus is looking overly-formal and will certainly be uncomfortable – standard, really – and Runa is unsurprisingly adorable. Isidor is...
He looks down at himself rather than stare. He's dressed much the same as always in workboots, shorts, and a muscletank. The 'World's Greatest Planet on Earth' shirt, of course. How else would everyone know he's a tourist?
The unexpected offering of the box surprises him and he puts his hands on it immediately. "Can? –" Shit, he was hoping he'd be able to pointedly ignore her. Prove in some petty way just how hurt he was beneath the surface. He's already ruined that little plan, though, so he might as well go forward living this new 'talking to Isidor' lifestyle he's adopted. "'Course," he says curtly. "What're you gonna do, shave me?..."
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For the first time in his life he thinks he really understands the core of being Isidor, because he knows he has one obligation: To swallow his emotions, put on a smile, and have a wonderful day. For Viatorus' sake. It helps that every time he sees his friends his natural inclination is to smile, though he's not used to the strange kind of dissonance that comes when he finally sees Isidor. How can he be at once so excited and so full of dread?
He calms his nerves by spending a moment considering their fashion. Viatorus is looking overly-formal and will certainly be uncomfortable – standard, really – and Runa is unsurprisingly adorable. Isidor is...
He looks down at himself rather than stare. He's dressed much the same as always in workboots, shorts, and a muscletank. The 'World's Greatest Planet on Earth' shirt, of course. How else would everyone know he's a tourist?
The unexpected offering of the box surprises him and he puts his hands on it immediately. "Can? –" Shit, he was hoping he'd be able to pointedly ignore her. Prove in some petty way just how hurt he was beneath the surface. He's already ruined that little plan, though, so he might as well go forward living this new 'talking to Isidor' lifestyle he's adopted. "'Course," he says curtly. "What're you gonna do, shave me?..."