[He makes a mental note to teach this guy some Italian-he needs to know some select phrases, especially if they are family in all but name.
But he's there, in that tiny ass dorm with that bottle of wine ready to pour into small glasses. The dog and Jonathan are out doing whatever Victorians do with their pets.]
[ Knock, knock. Guess who wouldn't ever enter a room without doing that first. He's too polite. It doesn't take him long to get there, as he lives in the dorms. He is pretty relaxed, really. He always is when it comes to Caesar, though.
He sometimes thinks about the things he said in that hot spring, and is a little embarrassed.
But this is not the time for that. This is a time for the two of them to just relax and have a couple drinks and enjoy each other's company. ]
[There are two glasses of wine filled halfway on the single small table at the center of an all too tiny room. How two grown men fit in here day to day is beyond him and why Caesar doesn't just leave is a question he asks every single day.
But whatever-Louis is here to celebrate a hard earned birthday and he's more than happy to indulge in this particular kind of gift with him.
The door swings open and Caesar, in his infinite mercy, pushes the butt of the cigarette in his hand into the dirty ceramic bowl by the door. He isn't even going to smoke by him. He's a good person.]
[ How thoughtful, Caesar. Louis steps inside easily and takes a glance around. The dorm is familiar, similar to his. Impressive that more than one person lives here. He'd feel crowded if someone else tried to live with him. ]
Twenty.
[ By his last count, at least. Time's a little weird here. Between Lunatia and this place... ]
[ He doesn't sound disappointed by that, either. His father was a hard man to please. And Louis was always a little...well, he wasn't always an easy kid. He's grown up a lot, so yeah - maybe his father would be happy for that. ]
But, it doesn't really matter here.
[ Takes a sip of the wine. ]
I'm here with you, not anywhere else. And who knows if we'll ever get to go back home. After being there then Lunatia and now here. You can't really say.
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But he's there, in that tiny ass dorm with that bottle of wine ready to pour into small glasses. The dog and Jonathan are out doing whatever Victorians do with their pets.]
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He sometimes thinks about the things he said in that hot spring, and is a little embarrassed.
But this is not the time for that. This is a time for the two of them to just relax and have a couple drinks and enjoy each other's company. ]
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But whatever-Louis is here to celebrate a hard earned birthday and he's more than happy to indulge in this particular kind of gift with him.
The door swings open and Caesar, in his infinite mercy, pushes the butt of the cigarette in his hand into the dirty ceramic bowl by the door. He isn't even going to smoke by him. He's a good person.]
How old are you now?
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Twenty.
[ By his last count, at least. Time's a little weird here. Between Lunatia and this place... ]
You don't have to stop smoking for me.
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[He doesn't have to, but he does all the same. The cigarette was near the end of its life anyway and-
Well, now they have some wine to drink. A glass Caesar presses into the hand of his companion.]
Your father would be proud of the man you've become.
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[ He doesn't sound disappointed by that, either. His father was a hard man to please. And Louis was always a little...well, he wasn't always an easy kid. He's grown up a lot, so yeah - maybe his father would be happy for that. ]
But, it doesn't really matter here.
[ Takes a sip of the wine. ]
I'm here with you, not anywhere else. And who knows if we'll ever get to go back home. After being there then Lunatia and now here. You can't really say.
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[And if he doesn't believe it now, maybe a few more sips of that terrible wine will help.]
It will happen.