yves & jacopo

[noirges]

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[noirges]

[ ah ]

You say it so plainly but... I'm sorry, Jacopo. That must've been frightening when you were younger...

[obdure]

There's nothing to apologize for. I don't remember most of my childhood.

[ So like... It didn't even seem that bad to him? That's just life. ]

It simply made my life harder later on.

[noirges]

Because your learning curve was different?

Were you kidnapped solely for the purpose of becoming the lord...?

[obdure]

Yes, though there's the big hurdle of being illiterate.

[ So becoming educated, too. The education gatekeep of the old ages. ]

It was likely an assassination that became a kidnapping. [ He shrugs. ] Manual labor would earn the brigands extra coin. As long as their patron didn't know, I was as good as dead.

[noirges]

.... you talk so straightforwardly about difficult things, Jacopo...

Are you happy with where you ended up? Or... is happiness not part of the equation?

[obdure]

... It is what it is.

[ That's just HOW LIFE IS to him, so he isn't sure how else to say it than it being factual. ]

Duty and happiness doesn't always come hand in hand. If anything, I think it's uncommon.

[noirges]

... yeah. I think that's true. [ he's thinking of. an awful lot of people ]

Then does duty come before all else to you?

[obdure]

It did, but that was when I was alive.

[ Sometimes you die for duty. ]

Nothing to my name now, so I'm focusing on myself.

[noirges]

Ah...

[ understanding, and then... curious: ]

How has that been? [ a beat ] I feel... a little similar.

[obdure]

[ Instantly, ]

This place is goddamn awful.

[noirges]

[ help! he laughs ]

Not very conducive to soul searching, is it?

[obdure]

Not in the slightest. I don't know how they expect us to try to redeem ourselves under these conditions.

And these sweaters are ugly.

[ just saw the ugly Christmas sweaters. ]

[noirges]

Should we get matching ones?

[obdure]

No.

[ Immediately. ]

[noirges]

Please?

[obdure]

No—there are better garments!

[noirges]

So what are we gonna match with?

[ locks jacopo into this ]

[obdure]

... Why. I never agreed?

[ Starts walking away, but it isn't at the pace to lose anyone. ]

[noirges]

[ laughs a little bit and walks with him ]

Doesn't it sound like fun? It can be something that looks nicer.

[obdure]

Don't you have friends to do that with?

[ He really is confused. ]

[noirges]

I'd like to be your friend, too. This felt like a good start.

[obdure]

Matching clothes is a good start...?

[ Said like he thinks you're insane. ]

I'm not looking for friends.

[noirges]

Or accessories...

[ he's really stuck on this ]

Does that mean I'm being denied?

[obdure]

[ Yves should just force it onto him. He's just feeling harried. ]

Why do you want to be friends, anyway? I haven't been particularly friendly.

[noirges]

[ okay

then yves is going to look over at an assortment of brooches... an easy accessory to match ]

Jacopo, what do you think of these?

And it's okay—I don't really expect you to be overtly kind to me... but you haven't been cruel either. I think you're an interesting person that I'd like to get to know better.