yves & jacopo

[noirges]

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[noirges]

No, unless you want to chit-chat.

[ but he is trying to respect jacopo's boundaries for now ]

[obdure]

[ In silence, he looks at Yves suspiciously, then to the fog before he closes his eyes and massages his temples.

All while holding this beer. ]

Show me whatever you find interesting.

[noirges]

Oh, really? Alright!

[ he's a little pleased about this, smiling as he points out to the direction of the spa ]

Let's go this way then! Can I do your hair, Monsieur?

[obdure]

[ He will follow and he's piecing together the context clues here about where they're going. ]

You have more hair than me. I'll watch.

[noirges]

[ he understands less about jacopo the more the conversation goes on ]

You’ll… watch me? You won’t get bored?

[obdure]

If one of us has to.

[ Sacrificed Yves. ]

I won't. Observation can be just as interesting.

[noirges]

… am I being evaluated?

Can I ask you questions while I’m at the spa?

[ or is this a no talking adventure ]

[obdure]

For what? You don't work for me, as you said. All I would have are personal opinions.

[ That's still some kind of evaluation, but it's different. Okay. ]

You can talk freely.

[noirges]

I think that's still an evaluation but... alright.

[ he'll go along with it! ]

Then... how are you, Monsieur? Weird situation we've found ourselves in after dying, huh?

[obdure]

It is. Needing to sleep, then being able to wake up while knowing you're dead is a strange experience.

[ Disorienting, dreadful, etc. ]

I'm faring fine, or as fine as this situation allows. [ Looks at his beer glass. ] And now there's alcohol.

[noirges]

The alcohol does take the edge off, huh? Or at least makes it easier to commiserate.

[ while nursing a beer... yves will enjoy the mixed drink that jacopo did not pick ]

Can I ask about what you said before? About being 'lord of the land'?

[obdure]

It does, for a temporary period of time.

[ Raises an eyebrow. ]

What is it?

[noirges]

I know a little about lords and nobles... but I get a sense that what you're talking about is different from what I know.

[ in the sense that it seems to require solitude? ]

Are you the lord of... a specific place? What's it like?

[obdure]

I guess different places would conduct themselves differently.

[ In this case, probably more individuals, but he doesn't know what Yves is wondering about. ]

I'm lord of a city in the Kingdom of France. Our soil isn't fertile to bring quality yield like the city south of us, but what we lack we make up in quality artisans and craftsmen. I'd say we are a city of the arts.

[ it really is marketing campaign description ]

[noirges]

[ it really is help ]

Oh? Do you know a lot about the arts then, Monsieur? I don't know much about them myself.

Do you have any particular type of art you're partial to?

[obdure]

I'm no artist, so I can't talk about the technical or spiritual part of making art, but I think I've grown to have a decent eye.

[ He isn't going to be pompous over this, at least. ]

Paintings. I collect a variety to make sure my collection is well-rounded. [ How else will you stay trendy and cultured. ] Sometimes, I'll buy from a smalltime painter as they're gaining a name for themselves, but I have a number that I am a usual patron.