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Forays into the Land of Fun - Bringing westfallcorndog to a Funfair

Though she'd only been around a short time Runa had already made an impact on Viatorus' life. His office was filled with flowers and, more often than not, fresh baking. She'd fearlessly stepped into the Nexus and welcomed his friends, who had in turn welcomed her right back. It was as she was an unstoppable force of boundless optimism. So when she asked Viatorus to come with her to a fair ground it was impossible for him to give her an adequate excuse to get out of it. Not that he particularly wanted to. Even with his thoughts deep in his work the novelty of a fun fair piqued his curiosity. He'd relented and Isidor had stood firm on needing to come along to protect both of them. As with anything, Runa took the idea as if it were her own, continuing the thought that maybe they should invite someone else along to even out the numbers. 'In case there are any games with teams', she'd said.

They had agreed to meet with Harrowheart at Viatorus' office where the scholar then took his friend and his fiancée to his home on his own world. This time it wasn't a mansion, but an apartment, and Isidor was waiting for them. In contrast to Viatorus with his jumper over a shirt and his suit trousers, or Inigrun with her shirt and jumper harking back to older styles, Isidor is wearing the most contemporary clothes of them all. The all black ensemble includes fitted trousers, short heeled boots and a jacket that looks more sleek than warm.

"You look like a bodyguard," Viatorus says to his sister, not bothering to hide his amusement.

"It was only to make you feel better about having a babysitter," she teases as she passes him and he pouts. Walking up to Harrowheart, she looks him up and down and holds up a wooden, flat square box. "I managed to borrow this for the day. So you don't draw any unwanted attention." She tilts her head at him. "Can you grow back your hair?"

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After Runa and Viatorus get in their cheers for him Harrowheart snags his shirt back and slips it on, though it's something of a challenge with a fat dragon plush in one hand. He's got to hand it to Isidor to hold while he returns to being a properly-dressed member of society.

Hearing Isidor speak, hearing her tease him so bluntly and yet so (he imagines) fondly, brings him a wry little grin. He shrugs one shoulder and playfully replies, "Maybe it's to remind you that I can be both fun and gentle when my shirt comes off."

He takes himself by surprise with his own boldness and in a fleeting moment of self-awareness he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away while he works up the courage to say something again. First, of course, comes a little nervous laugh, and then a tentative glance her way. "Or maybe I just wanted to make sure you won somethin' this time."

He's still a tiny shred too shy to look at her fully, but Runa and Viatorus provide a good distraction. Maybe a good change of subject, too. Watching the two scheme on war strategies brings him a soft smile, and he finds it finally makes him brave enough to properly look her way again.

"It's cute," he says quietly, nodding toward the two in the subtlest way he can. "Seein' 'em work together. I think they're havin' a real good day. A few years from now they're gonna look back on this and realize how special it was. The first day they really had fun together, y'know? The first time they got to be a team." His smile turns a little proud as he says, "And you made it all happen. Not just..." he motions vaguely at the park around them. "This. But..." Again, a tiny nod their way. "That. Them. Two people happy together. Maybe even forever."

The thought of it all gets him nodding.

"It's sweet and beautiful, and it's all because of you. You really do great things, Isidor."

It feels right to give her a second to herself after that, and for a moment it would seem he's done speaking... And then that cheeky smile crosses his lips, and though he tries to fight it he can't help watching her from the corner of his eyes as he says, "Even if you can't win the coconut shy or make that bell ring."

Well that was… forward. Isidor's cheeks go bright red and she clears her throat, hands tucking loose strands of hair away to distract from her blush. The sudden shyness goes both ways, and she's happy to avoid eye contact while she struggles to quiet her inner panicked flutter. Naturally, she's good at hiding it, but for her slight fidgeting with the plastic fish in her hands.

Harrowheart's thoughts on the young couple is a good distraction. His sentiments are kind, sweet, but his words bring a frown to her brow. It doesn't feel like she did anything helpful. She tore apart the virtues of so many other potential brides that her parents had finally limited her input by the time Runa was suggested. Would she have turned Runa away if she'd had the option? Probably. It was habit at this point, wasn't it? Even moreso after all the badness that had followed Viatorus' recent forays into romance. She didn't do anything. She only stopped things.

She's about to say something to dispute his praise when he comes out with that final, outrageous suggestion. In true Isidor fashion, she levels him a narrow eyed glare of defiance, shoves the fish into his hands to hold for her and marches past Runa and Viatorus. The way she fixes the game with a determined stare tells the couple all they need to know, and they step back next to Harrowheart again. Isidor stands there for a minute, looking the game up and down before taking off her jacket, leaving her with a sleeveless black top. Far more freedom to swing that way.

"W-We were thinking that it's best if you use momentum to help you get more force," Viatorus suggests helpfully.

Runa is a little more enthusiastic in her cheer. "Jump up and then hit it! Give it everything you've got!"

"I know how to swing an axe, I know how to swing a hammer," Isidor tells them both. She picks up the medium mallet, stands with her feet apart and one foot back to brace herself for the swing. Like Harrowheart, she gets her aim sorted first, and then, when she's ready, swings the mallet in a large circle with a heavy handed drop. She might as well be chopping wood, but she growls as if she's in a fight. The gauge jumps up… but despite the impressive swing it only reaches a little above the halfway mark. The fair employee enthusiastically offers her a plush neon orange snake with a strip of felt for a tongue, but this does little to ease her obvious irritation and likely disappointment… She still accepts it, though.

That glare she gives him... It only adds fuel to Harrowheart's mischievous fire. His smile turns a little more smug and so much more amused. He wants to see this. No, he has to see this. He gladly takes that fish back for a chance to see Isidor step up to the plate.

"Uh oh," Harrowheart says to Runa and Viatorus, "The jacket's off, she's serious now." Then Runa has to go and suggest Isidor take a flying leap and he can't help but laugh and rustle her hair fondly. "It's a good idea," he whispers hurriedly. He wouldn't want her to think he's laughing at her rather than with her.

Watching Isidor's strike is a much more serious matter. He looks about as thoughtful and stoic as one can when holding a fat dragon plush and a plastic fish as he considers her form, her tactics... Her power! He's not sure what exactly he expected, but he's certainly surprised to see her move the gauge so far. Right away he starts to clap and grins at Runa and Viatorus to be sure they're cheering, too.

"Isidor!" he shouts when she receives her prize. "You did great! Your form was amazing!" With a little laugh he adds, "You looked like an executioner. Can I say that in a good way?"

And then with a surprised expression he lifts up his stuffed dragon and looks at it with shock and concern. Harrowheart tilts his head so that his ear is close to its stumpy little snout and asks, "Huh? What's that?... Oh! Isidor, it's your Great Great Grandad, Grandpa Nandy! He says that out of eeeevery Durant in history who's ever played the strongman game, you hit it hardest! He says..." He stops to listen to unspoken words from the plush's mouth, nodding with a grave seriousness as he does. Eventually he takes his ear away from the dragon and reports, "He says you're the best Durant since the very first one hatched outta their egg. And he says he wants a smooch."

He holds the dragon puffball by its back and mimes it waking through the air toward Isidor. He's smiling at his own joke all the while, which makes it hard to tease in a squeaky voice, "Kiss your Grandpa Nandy, dearie. It's your reeeaaal priiiize~"

Harrowheart's loud enthusiasm almost dispels Isidor's annoyance at the let-down of not ringing the bell. It's not obvious, but she does look less dour about it... Right up until he starts making the toy dragon 'talk'. The look of horror and confusion is certainly one Harrowheart's never seen before. It's one Isidor probably hasn't ever had to make before. This is a social faux pas on a level she hasn't yet encountered and she looks a little like an angry cat caught in the headlights.

Leaning away slowly from the toy, she looks from Harrowheart to 'Grandpa Nandy' and back again like this is a surefire sign of a deep madness. "You do know I'm not five, don't you?"

Harrowheart expected Isidor might not outwardly enjoy that kind of foolery, and he certainly thought she'd make a show of disapproval, but he didn't think it would be so... So... Real.

His eyes widen with the painful realization that his playfulness has really only embarrassed him and wasn't amusing in the slightest to Isidor Briar No-Fun Durant. Light, his mouth feels so dry. He feels so watched.

He looks down, not quite at the ground but somehow through it, and quietly stammers, "I-it's a... Joke, 'cause... I-it's outta place to act... Like that... Which... Makes it... Funny?..."

No. No it does not.

He turns his fearful, remorseful, utterly mortified expression to Runa, desperate for some help. Say something, suggest something, move them someplace, woman, just do it fast. Please.

The other two, naturally, had been watching and are both very much aware of the awkwardness hanging in the air. Well. Viatorus is a little surprised by Harrowheart's wilted response. Somehow he doesn't quite understand why his friend is so bothered by Isidor's characteristically sharp retort. Maybe he just hasn't been around her long enough.

Runa, on the other hand, receives Harrowheart's silent 'mayday' loud and clear. She steps towards Isidor, almost between her and Harrowheart, steering her attention elsewhere as she points. "Isidor, I know you don't seem to like heights, but could we go on the ferris wheel? Only if you're happy to, of course, but I would love to see the whole fair from a birds eye view."

Steered by the Swede, Isidor looks at the ride poking up from the horizon. The thoughts of going up high somewhere make her hesitate and thoroughly distracts her. "I don't see why not..."

"Maybe we should get food first," Runa says thoughtfully then, casting her eye around the stalls.

Harrowheart smiles hopefully at the suggestion of food. Runa has saved his soul and he is unworthy, and more importantly she's talking about eating, his most illogical of undead pastimes.

"I'd love to try some food," he says with a quiet hopefulness. "I only ever had real Earth food from Earth once, and I was sorta... Not myself then. Everything was real good, though! Better than if I'd been me. Everything only tastes half-good these days. All the food I ate last time I was here was all made by the Durants' chefs. Runa, have you had dinner at their place yet? You get tons and tons of little tiny plates, but when you're done it's kinda like you had one regular meal? But with more flavors! If you ain't tried eatin' like that before, you're gonna love it, believe me."

And just like that the shame he'd felt moments ago is (mostly) gone. Food is the great unifier, it's a universal truth.

He smiles slightly and shakes a finger at her as he walks them toward the smell of the food stalls. "Did I forget to tell you that my family loved the desserts you made? The rolls and the pie? They all thought they were amazing. They wanna meet you real bad, but they're gonna try and steal your recipes if they get the chance. If they're secret you better have a good excuse!"

It wouldn't be proper for Runa to interrupt Harrowheart's waxing poetic about the Durant dinner just to say that she's dined like that before. So instead she smiles, happy for his happiness. A moment later and she's laughing and blushing. "Oh I am happy to hear that! I didn't know what they would like, or if they were allergic to anything... I would love to bake with your family some day."

They approach a part of the funfair which seems filled with food stalls of different kinds. There are chips and burgers, hot dogs and soups. There are also toffee apples and candy floss, doughnuts and popcorn. Runa decides on a hot dog, Viatorus insists on only getting candyfloss, and Isidor (after some serious deliberation) gets curry chips.

The patron tests out her wooden fork on the chips as she turns to Harrowheart. "What would you like, 'Wolfgang'?"

His immediately, eloquent response is, "Uhhh..." He stands around with his mouth agape, staring wide-eyed as he twists around to take in all the sights. There are so many strange things here... He recognizes some of them, but others he's not so sure. Runa's got a hot dog, that's a no-brainer, but what's the cloud Viatorus is eating? Isidor has fries, but what's that on them?

"U-uhh!..." He legitimately looks queasy as he looks between his friends and the food. He needs to choose something. He can't waffle forever (though a waffle might be nice.) Just make a decision, Harrowheart!

He reaches out and plucks a bit off of Viatorus' candy floss and immediately proceeds to blink hard in confusion when it disappears in his mouth. He squints, his eyes shift around, and he steals another piece of fluff. When it dissolves this time he starts to laugh. "It's sweet! It's sugar?" What a fun concept!

Emboldened by how much he enjoyed stealing Viatorus' food he goes in for one of Isidor's curry fries and he doesn't even use a fork. Puts his grubby-ass hand on her saucy fry and just takes it like he owns it. Which he probably does, once he's put it in his mouth and like a vulgar beast licks the sauce off his fingertips.

And then he... Pulls a face. He looks at Isidor with confusion and mistrust before he even starts to hesitantly chew. "Tastes like... Sweat... I need somethin' to get that outta my mouth," he thinks aloud.

He eyes Runa's hot dog then, but quickly thinks better of taking any. "How about a beer? You can drink in public on Earth, right? But just one," he stresses. "I don't wanna get drunk and embarrass myself or nothin'." He's already doing a fine job of it sober, after all...

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The sudden attack of the food thief takes Viatorus by surprise, just like most things Harrowheart has done this trip. He blinks at his friend, a little dazed for being stirred from his own thoughts. "It's candyfloss."

In contrast, Isidor wrinkles up her nose at Harrowheart's theft of a chip. The fact that he seems to dislike it gives her a mall note of satisfaction. "It's curry. It tastes... fine." Not fine dining, by any measure, but she feels the need to defend her choice nonetheless.

"I don't think this is the kind of fair that has beer," Runa tells him apologetically. She holds her hotdog closely, uncertain whether or not she too is going to be stolen from.

"What about a slice of pizza?" Isidor suggests as she spots a sign and points to it. "You like pizza, don't you?"

Isidor likes that taste? His eyes dart between her and her accursed chips before he begins to reach for another until... No... No! He can't bear it. He turns away like a wife turning from the sight of her husband being mauled by hyenas: unwilling to face the gruesome truth.

Harrowheart frowns as he looks to the pizza stand. "You know me..." he says in a hushed whisper, but it's not clear whether he thinks that's a good thing or a sign of his own predicability. He nods, though, because yes, he would like to try some Earth pizza. But he's not going alone – in part because he hasn't got any money, and in part because he can't do anything on his own when doing it with a group is an option.

With his stuffed dragon under one arm he takes Isidor very lightly by the wrist and guides her to the pizza stall, where he surveys the options. Everything is familiar, which makes choosing simple. He asks for pepperoni, and a few seconds later it's his.

He goes to bite into it immediately but hesitates as it's right before his mouth. Once more he's looking at Isidor with a thoughtful frown... And then a hint of a smile. He offers it to her and says, "You wanna try it? It's only fair, since I took some of yours and all. Tell me how it is... And this time I might even believe you." He winks and can't fight away a tiny little grin.

Viatorus, meanwhile, gets no recompense. Life is a cruel affair and the undead will unapologetically eat your candy floss.

Solving problems is what Isidor does, and she's happy to put an end to Harrowheart's food stealing ways with her solution. On the other hand, there's a look of dismay as he takes her by the wrist, forcing her to postpone her eating. Once the death knight has chosen and she's paid for his snack, she's glad to resume picking away at her chips. That is, until his offer makes her pause.

She looks at the pizza slice for a second, but then shakes her head turns back to the chips in her hands. "I might not be as pristine as Runa, but I don't really want to cover myself in stringy cheese trying to take a bite." There's a pause, and then she crooks a smile at him. "Thanks anyway."

"Shall we go to the Ferris Wheel?" Runa chimes in hopefully.

Is Harrowheart a little bit disappointed that Isidor won't take him up on his offer? A smidge. Just until he remembers that's more pizza for him. He smiles back and shrugs before he takes his first bite. And!... He laughs lightly and shakes his head. "It's kinda gross," he admits, though he's not at all bothered by it. "Tastes like that 'ketchup' stuff, and I ain't really into that. Probably for the best, I ain't supposed to eat too much bread anyways."

Still, the idea of wasting food is practically a mortal sin. He looks around, as if he might find someone to pawn it off on... But the strangers around them don't seem amenable to taking a bitten slice of pizza. With some remorse he sets it down on a nearby bench and assures Isidor, "Someone who's hungry'll appreciate it." On Azeroth, maybe. In an English carnival?... Well, let the man dream.

It's a good thing he ditches it, too, because Runa's got a plan! A ferris wheel. His eye moves immediately to the large spinning circle. He's never seen one before, but it's not hard to guess that's what she's talking about. After taking in the sight of it for a few seconds he nods eagerly.

"It looks fun! Real calm and slow. Let's go!"

This time Isidor purposefully stays slow as they walk to the wheel, giving her time to finish off her chips without looking completely like a ravenous lunatic. Runa has already finished hers and Viatorus lazily peels off bits of candyfloss, only finishing right before they get into the line to pay.

The ride is in seats of two, to Harrowheart and Isidor find themselves sitting next to each other yet again. It looks even less sturdy than the rollercoaster, but it moves much slower. Even though Isidor keeps a hold of the protective bars, she's much more relaxed this time around.

"It's not a bad view," she says once they've gained a bit of height. They can hear Runa gasping about the lights in the next set of seats.

"It's not," Harrowheart agrees as he finds himself settling into his seat. It's not so much the view of the fairegrounds he's looking at, though. Now and then he glances across the carnival, of course, because it would be too obvious if he didn't, but just as often he spends his time watching the woman seated next to him. He tries to be casual as possible when he rests one arm on the back of her seat, but his slight smile gives his intentions away.

"But I think my view's a little better than everyone else's."

He sits in silence for a while after that, now more determined to watch the sights as their cart ascends. There's something thrilling about being in this seat and he's sure it's not just the height of the ride.

"Earlier..." he finally says, his voice quiet and uncertain as he begins. "When you put the locket on? I saw you go to the mirror. You touched your face. My face? My lips. And then you stopped, like you weren't allowed. But..." He presses his palms together to keep focused and forces himself to look at her with a hint of a hopeful smile despite his uncharacteristically red cheeks.

"If you wanna touch my lips, you can. If you wanna hold my hand, you should. If you think you'd like to try somethin', then try it. There's nothin' wrong with bein' curious," he says. "And there's no one here who's gonna tell you otherwise."

Isidor doesn't say anything to acknowledge Harrowheart's compliments, but her blush says she knows he wasn't talking about the scenery below. All of sudden she's very aware of his presence and she struggles with deciding whether she finds the fluttering in her chest pleasant or annoying.

They're both so good at innuendos and dancing around the topic that she doesn't quite expect him to be so forward, despite all his fumbling throughout the day. She looks at him in surprise and then her blush deepens and she looks at her hands.

For the longest time she says nothing. Not because she doesn't have anything to say, but because she's not sure what should be given a voice. Finally she says, "You say it like it's so easy. It's not."

"If I..." She hesitates, looking at his eyes and then his hands and away again. "If I hold your hand, I have to be able to justify it if someone sees and asks me about it. I have to weigh the consequences..." It sounds worse out loud than it did in her head. She huffs, annoyed with herself for not being more eloquent.

As if it's a better explanation, she tilts her head at him and says, "My uncle would tear me apart if I told him I did something 'because I wanted to'."

Watching her think, watching her riddle all of this out and come to the conclusion she does... It's painful. Not pain for himself, not pain for missing out on something that he wanted, but pain for her. Something that should be so free, so simple, so natural... For her it isn't. If she were anyone else he'd reach out and hold her, try to comfort her in some physical way. But that's the problem, isn't it?

His eyes follow her as she looks at him, at his hands, and off. Only when she looks away do his lips twitch in a guilty frown. He's putting her in this position. He's causing this. It's him, his fault, his actions...

"Then let it be secret 'til it can't be," he says in a hushed voice. "And when it can't be secret, let it be my fault. Let your father and your uncle hate me, and let me protect you from it all. Let me be the villain who came into your perfect life and left just as soon as your folks got wind of my bad intentions."

With a newfound determination he leans in, and though his voice is still quiet there's more confidence and life to it. "Let's share our private moments together, Isidor. Happy and free so long as no one's watchin', 'til the day someone is... And then let me be the bastard who had the gall to reach for Isidor Durant's hand." He says it, and he does just that. He finds her hand and laces his fingers with hers, palm to cold palm as much as she'll allow. "Let me be the sad and lonely monster who... Who thought it had the right to try and steal a kiss from you."

His far from monstrous eyes linger on Isidor's lips for the briefest moment until he looks away to the view ahead of them. The ride will only last so long. He can't hesitate forever... But he can't bring himself to force something like that on her in a moment like this. Instead he lifts her hand and places a gentle kiss against it with cold lips and chilly breath. He presses her hand, still held in his, to his cheek and watches her in silence for as long as he feels he can allow. And then he lets her go.

"Let your family save you from me, a-and not a minute too late. And when it's all over, you'll still be the perfect, pristine, untouched Isidor who'll tell me 'no' when they catch us and banish me away... But you'll also be the Isidor who knows what it feels like to hold hands with someone who thinks the world of her and kiss someone who only wants to make her happy. Let someone else protect you for once so you can finally feel what it's like to live your own life. Isidor... Don't give up on yourself. Say you'll try..."

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Harrowheart's impassioned speech is met with wary, worried eyes as Isidor watches him, but she doesn't move away when he leans closer. Not even when he takes her hand and she finds herself staring at the cold and the warm clasped together. Watching him, feeling him kiss the back of her hand is surreal. It's something that can't happen, but just did. Her head is swimming. She can't focus.

Everything he says is so kind, so considerate, but there's something wrong with it. She frowns and shakes her head. "But I don't want them to hate you. I don't want them to think you're a monster, or someone they need to banish. I would rather..." Her jaw tenses and she looks away. It takes her a minute to choose her words. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay more than I want anything else."

She goes quiet again, touching her hand where her palm met his, and then she looks out at the scenery. "I won't be the one to make you into a monster. I won't let anyone else, either... I just... haven't figured out how to make sure of that yet."

As soon as Isidor speaks she breaks a tension he didn't realize he was holding. His shoulders go slack and his eyebrows upturn worriedly as he listens... But the mannerly rebuke he expected never comes. It's the opposite, in fact. She wants him to stay...

How can good news be so overwhelming? How could he have been so confident, so determined just a moment ago, where now he feels at sea? It's one thing to have hoped she felt the same, to hope she wasn't only humoring his advances, but it's another thing to hear, to know...

His heart wants to take him out of the moment, but Isidor has so much more to say in so few words, and he hangs on every one of them. It's instinctual to reach out to her for the few remaining moments that nobody is looking. He rests his palm on her knee and squeezes to encourage her, to remind her that he's there.

"If you think it can be that way – if you want it to be that way – then I got faith we'll figure it out. Together. You and me. We'll make it work on the terms you got to work with. And 'til then I'll be secret when I gotta be, and patient all the time. I'll be smart as much as I can be, and I'll do everything I can to make your folks see me as a person. A good person."

He gives her her space then but offers her a small, hopeful smile in return. "Maybe it ain't perfect, but it's a start? It's somethin'."

His attention drifts toward the scenery before them, but soon he turns back to see her again, and this time his smile reaches his eyes. "But before we get outta this ride? I want you to know that everything you said just now... really meant a lot to hear. When things get tough, I'll remember it."

It feels strange for Harrowheart to stay quiet instead of blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind. Maybe she just expected that because of how certain he was a moment ago. Instead he speaks with a touch before he says anything at all. She hesitates, but then she tentatively rests her hand over his until he pulls away.

She looks at him while he talks, and there's worry weighing down her brow. He's making all these promises, but it's all a gamble, it's all a risk, and she can't promise anything. It's a poor investment for him, she thinks, but maybe that's what people do when they're looking for happiness. After all, he's so willing to make the effort, maybe it's normal.

But when he tells her how much it means, she can't help but feel the weight of what she's said. The thought of making a commitment, a promise, and breaking it is such a dreadful thought. She pushes her fears to one side and tries to smile back. "It's good to know writing Viatorus' 'inspiring speeches' was good for something."

When the ride stops to let them out, Viatorus and Runa are waiting for them at the exit. As soon as they're within range, Runa bursts into conversation. "Wasn't the view wonderful? All the lights and the people! Ah, I love a beautiful view!" She bounces on the spot. "Shall we do another ride?"

"It's getting a little late," Isidor points out quickly, before anyone has the chance to suggest another roller coaster ride.

She made a joke? Isidor made a joke! Harrowheart doesn't laugh out loud but his mouth twists into the sort of smile one makes when hearing a disastrous pun, an expression that lives somewhere between pride and the disappointment of a man betrayed. He elbows her lightly and shakes his head and finally scoffs a quiet little laugh. "I'm glad you made a joke out of it, 'cause I didn't wanna be the first one to say I was relieved that my big words paid off."

When the ride is through and he's back on his feet he can't help but feel that something is different. He isn't privy to Isidor's anxieties over promises not yet broken. Far from it, in fact, he's still smiling distantly, lost in his own pleasant thoughts. Runa's excited rambling brings him out of his haze but only fortifies his good mood. He beams at her happiness and quietly agrees, "It was a real good ride, but I think we got a long one ahead of us, too."

He motions between Viatorus and Runa and says, "Why don't you two ride home together? After all, Isidor and I still gotta plot on how we're gonna pay you back for what you did in the haunted house." He puts a hand on Viatorus' shoulder then and assures him, "I promise we'll only fight enough to almost cause a wreck, don't worry."

Viatorus gets a gentle little push to encourage him to follow Runa back to the cars, while Harrowheart slows his pace so that he remains a few yards off from them. When he thinks they can't hear he lowers his voice and tells Isidor under his breath, "It was a real good day. For so many reasons. I didn't have any shade thoughts at all. Maybe Earth's safe for me? Like the Nexus? Maybe we won't have to do that exorcism after all." With his attention back on her brother and his fiancée he raises his voice to a conversational level again and as they return to the cars casually says, "We'll see. We'll see."

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