[Somehow he knows this is all in mourning. Because who whines over how to take care of a hamster when there's a snake in the house? Obviously just have an easy sna-- no. We're not. Going there...]
I'm sorry, Cynthia. You must've been close. It's weird but the same happened to me. They just disappear without warning. Sometimes ah... hamsters are left. [His lips curve slightly. This is clearly about hamsters.]
I am surprised you own a snake though. I did not imagine you to be a fan.
[Shifting slightly in his seat so he could turn to face her a bit on the couch, he gives her an understanding smile.]
Before Sofia got here I was alone myself. Perhaps the landlord will take your situation into consideration. He does seem to want everyone happy. In some way.
[Just as long as she doesn't get a new husband because that'd be awkward.]
The snake was given to me when I first arrived here two months ago. She's not a dragon but...she'll do.
[She takes another spoonful of ice cream. It's only been two months and yet the departure of her ex-husband and former daughter upset her more than it should have. They barely had time to get to know each other. But she had already considered them family and she promised to protect them. Were they even home? Were they safe?
Stella was such an innocent girl after all, and Richard? He was just someone worth protecting.
She looked down at her rosey smelling ice cream. A little ashamed that she was doing this in a house that isn't even hers at such an ungodly hour.]
I guess I should be happy...I have a house all to myself. But...
[A sigh.]
...I don't think my heart could handle such a quiet house. Or the idea of getting another forced husband.
[France still finds it strange that she's a trainer because all of sounds like fantasy to him, though he does believe her. Sometimes reality was stranger than fiction, or so they say. He chooses to let that topic slide though in favor of consoling the girl beside him.]
Ah... The Landlord does have a habit of pairing off the legal-aged residents doesn't he? My first really was a man I considered to be a mentor back home. And then a coworker. [And yet, he wasn't awkward about sleeping in the same bed. I don't think that's possible for France though.]
I ... [Pausing, he tries to reason that this is more helpful than forward.] You know, if you ever need somewhere to stay my door is open. I'm not trying to rush things granted what's happened to us not too long ago, but my offer is there. It would be a shame for you to feel alone when you don't have to be.
[He doesn't necessarily like the idea of her getting another forced husband, either, but that's not a thought he's going to share. Because that feels like sensitive information that he's not comfortable having himself.]
"Granted what's happened to us not too long ago." You practically answered that one for me, France. I can't stay here.
[She doesn't look at him. True his offer was such a generous one considering what they've just been through. Hell it might have been one hell of an attempt at courting her. But she didn't care, because she knew better than just to stay in a house that isn't hers.]
One day, someday, you might get a new wife as well and...I don't think I'd want to be here when that happens.
[If he didn't pick up the underlying meaning to that one. Then clearly he wasn't listening well enough.]
[His offer is an olive branch to start over. To get to know her for her without the urge to throw himself into romantic theatrics based off of some bottle's side effects. It's not that he doesn't have couches that would be good with a guest on them, if only for the night.]
Being someone's spouse does not mean you love them. Or even like them.
[He says this like it's plain as day. Being a nation, he's had plenty of unions with other nations for business. Hell, he's romanced important diplomats' daughters (and a few sons) upon request of his boss because networking. But marriage is different for the average human and who knows if the suggestion would eventually turn her head? It's... weird. Offhandedly adding:]
I was not asking you to sleep in my bed, Cynthia. [Wow.] You obviously do not want to be alone right now and I currently have nothing better to do, so... [He works to keep from smiling briefly] That tub needs to be eaten on someone's couch. It may as well be mine.
[Yeah... he got the underlying meaning. Working on that one.]
[She looks down at her rose scented ice cream. What was she even doing here? Of all the people she could go to cry about her no longer daughter. Did she really have to choose him?
Arceus forbid that star bottle actually having long term effects on the body. But she does smile a bit. Awkward or not, France was still kind enough to take her in at this time of night. The least she could do was try to feel better and offer him some ice cream, holding the spoon up to his lips and everything.]
[He took her in and was considerate enough to wear a shirt while he was at it. That's saying something! He smiles in return, shrugging at the suggestion.]
And leave you down here alone?
[He will take your ice cream though. If he must be up, he will accept sweets...]
Why didn't I grab a bowl while I was at it? How thoughtless of me!
Unless you wish to just have it from the carton. [It's more compassion than judging I swear.]
Well, if you don't mind double dipping then I could honestly care less if you had a bowl or not.
[She pokes at it with her spoon. Even sharing the spoon didn't bother her in the slightest. Hell, he could lick that thing all he wanted, she'd still use it...wait that sounded wrong. She'll just rest her head on his shoulder now.]
[You don't know him yet Cynthia, or you wouldn't even humor the thought of him being concerned about eating off of someone's spoon. Which he does, because who wants to be alone in eating ice cream at the gross hours of the morning.]
There are far worse things to do. Stop worrying about it.
[He'll even let her settle like that. It's a quiet moment, where they're stuck in their own thoughts -- admittedly his are a little sluggish.]
[She smiles at that. Actually, she asked England in passing. But she's rather keep that part a secret and bring back a bit of the fantasy in their..."relationship". She eats another spoonful.]
[There are other flavors of fantasy... but oh. He's trying to be good, mostly because not everyone can handle his affection. And he's still deciding just how affectionate he should be to cause the least amount of chaos.]
I mean, I did have to make sacrifices for you. [He sounds awfully stern for a second, before rudely taking her spoon for his own bite.] I had to put on a shirt for you.
[He's stopped sleeping completely nude because his kids are one thing, but other kids not used to seeing part-time nudists is a bit of a culture shock he doesn't want to force on anyone. Pants. It's how he shows his consideration for his daughter!]
I know...you had to cross a very heavy intersection to get to me the first time. Don't think I forgot about that.
[She'll forgive him for just taking her spoon. If anything, she found it a little cute. Just a little. But she will raise her head for a brief moment to kiss him on the cheek.]
Thank you though...
[And then returns it to it's comfortable place on his shoulder.]
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Date: 2014-03-04 05:46 am (UTC)[She takes a spoonful of the ice cream. Rose essence always gave of such a strong smell. But mixing it with the flavor made it a decent mood changer.]
She left me with her hamster. [Guinea pig.] How do you take care of a hamster!? My pet snake is high maintenance enough.
[Clearly this is her way of redirecting her feelings towards Stella leaving. Hamsters.]
My house is so quiet...
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Date: 2014-03-04 11:03 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, Cynthia. You must've been close. It's weird but the same happened to me. They just disappear without warning. Sometimes ah... hamsters are left. [His lips curve slightly. This is clearly about hamsters.]
I am surprised you own a snake though. I did not imagine you to be a fan.
[Shifting slightly in his seat so he could turn to face her a bit on the couch, he gives her an understanding smile.]
Before Sofia got here I was alone myself. Perhaps the landlord will take your situation into consideration. He does seem to want everyone happy. In some way.
[Just as long as she doesn't get a new husband because that'd be awkward.]
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Date: 2014-03-05 02:39 pm (UTC)[She takes another spoonful of ice cream. It's only been two months and yet the departure of her ex-husband and former daughter upset her more than it should have. They barely had time to get to know each other. But she had already considered them family and she promised to protect them. Were they even home? Were they safe?
Stella was such an innocent girl after all, and Richard? He was just someone worth protecting.
She looked down at her rosey smelling ice cream. A little ashamed that she was doing this in a house that isn't even hers at such an ungodly hour.]
I guess I should be happy...I have a house all to myself. But...
[A sigh.]
...I don't think my heart could handle such a quiet house. Or the idea of getting another forced husband.
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Date: 2014-03-07 09:09 pm (UTC)Ah... The Landlord does have a habit of pairing off the legal-aged residents doesn't he? My first really was a man I considered to be a mentor back home. And then a coworker. [And yet, he wasn't awkward about sleeping in the same bed. I don't think that's possible for France though.]
I ... [Pausing, he tries to reason that this is more helpful than forward.] You know, if you ever need somewhere to stay my door is open. I'm not trying to rush things granted what's happened to us not too long ago, but my offer is there. It would be a shame for you to feel alone when you don't have to be.
[He doesn't necessarily like the idea of her getting another forced husband, either, but that's not a thought he's going to share. Because that feels like sensitive information that he's not comfortable having himself.]
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Date: 2014-03-07 10:44 pm (UTC)[She doesn't look at him. True his offer was such a generous one considering what they've just been through. Hell it might have been one hell of an attempt at courting her. But she didn't care, because she knew better than just to stay in a house that isn't hers.]
One day, someday, you might get a new wife as well and...I don't think I'd want to be here when that happens.
[If he didn't pick up the underlying meaning to that one. Then clearly he wasn't listening well enough.]
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Date: 2014-03-12 12:56 am (UTC)Being someone's spouse does not mean you love them. Or even like them.
[He says this like it's plain as day. Being a nation, he's had plenty of unions with other nations for business. Hell, he's romanced important diplomats' daughters (and a few sons) upon request of his boss because networking. But marriage is different for the average human and who knows if the suggestion would eventually turn her head? It's... weird. Offhandedly adding:]
I was not asking you to sleep in my bed, Cynthia. [Wow.] You obviously do not want to be alone right now and I currently have nothing better to do, so... [He works to keep from smiling briefly] That tub needs to be eaten on someone's couch. It may as well be mine.
[Yeah... he got the underlying meaning. Working on that one.]
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Date: 2014-03-12 03:25 pm (UTC)[She looks down at her rose scented ice cream. What was she even doing here? Of all the people she could go to cry about her no longer daughter. Did she really have to choose him?
Arceus forbid that star bottle actually having long term effects on the body. But she does smile a bit. Awkward or not, France was still kind enough to take her in at this time of night. The least she could do was try to feel better and offer him some ice cream, holding the spoon up to his lips and everything.]
I can't eat it all on my own.
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Date: 2014-03-15 03:26 pm (UTC)And leave you down here alone?
[He will take your ice cream though. If he must be up, he will accept sweets...]
Why didn't I grab a bowl while I was at it? How thoughtless of me!
Unless you wish to just have it from the carton. [It's more compassion than judging I swear.]
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Date: 2014-03-17 04:14 pm (UTC)[She pokes at it with her spoon. Even sharing the spoon didn't bother her in the slightest. Hell, he could lick that thing all he wanted, she'd still use it...wait that sounded wrong. She'll just rest her head on his shoulder now.]
I'm sorry I woke you up.
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Date: 2014-03-19 10:00 pm (UTC)There are far worse things to do. Stop worrying about it.
[He'll even let her settle like that. It's a quiet moment, where they're stuck in their own thoughts -- admittedly his are a little sluggish.]
How did you find me, hm?
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Date: 2014-03-20 04:48 am (UTC)[She smiles at that. Actually, she asked England in passing. But she's rather keep that part a secret and bring back a bit of the fantasy in their..."relationship". She eats another spoonful.]
I didn't really know who else to call.
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Date: 2014-03-20 11:35 am (UTC)I mean, I did have to make sacrifices for you. [He sounds awfully stern for a second, before rudely taking her spoon for his own bite.] I had to put on a shirt for you.
[He's stopped sleeping completely nude because his kids are one thing, but other kids not used to seeing part-time nudists is a bit of a culture shock he doesn't want to force on anyone. Pants. It's how he shows his consideration for his daughter!]
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Date: 2014-03-22 05:01 pm (UTC)[She'll forgive him for just taking her spoon. If anything, she found it a little cute. Just a little. But she will raise her head for a brief moment to kiss him on the cheek.]
Thank you though...
[And then returns it to it's comfortable place on his shoulder.]