[ She exhales through her nose; a laugh. She disagrees with him, but won't push the subject. She has to show him that she just thinks fondly of him, bit by bit. ]
Oh...I’ll try not to cause any trouble. It’s your home and all.
[ the...point goes over his head, as most things of this nature do. still, there’s a cant of the head at what she says next. ]
I sew too. My clothes are my own work. [ his eyes flicker down. ] My mother was a seamstress, so I picked up a little from her. ...What I could, at least.
[ his eyes are still cast downwards. it’s a distant memory, one faded and worn, and it reminds him that he’d sold every memento he had of hers. that house was all that remained, and now... ]
I don’t really remember my mom either. It was a long time ago.
[ and his life had been overwhelmed by so many other memories. childhood was hardly relevant in the grand scheme of it all. ]
It’s good though, that if you had to know something about her, it was that she loved you.
[ She says nothing for a moment, and deems her work done.
She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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You are just Nier.
[ She moves to his arm, looks at him through the corner of her eye. ]
And as Nier, you have the mind for a great many things. You'd put the chef out of the kitchen in a week, I bet!
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[ being complimented this much was an oddity. but worse of all, it’s getting harder to conceal the red tint to his features. ]
I’d be happy to help around though. I’ll take whatever work you give me.
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I intend to put you to work.
[ The other arm now. ]
But you, I suspect, will put me to work, as well.
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[ he cranes his head to look at her, a brow raising with curiosity. ]
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She looks back to her work. ]
You are a busy person. Keeping up with you is... enjoyable, but work in it's own right.
[ UM. That's not what she wanted to say, but she's too embarrassed to say anything else. ]
Your hands are delicate, if a bit rough.
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[ the...point goes over his head, as most things of this nature do. still, there’s a cant of the head at what she says next. ]
I sew too. My clothes are my own work. [ his eyes flicker down. ] My mother was a seamstress, so I picked up a little from her. ...What I could, at least.
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I visited my mother's best friend often. She told me stories of them both, and one evening, she told me my mother would call me little bird.
[ He's such a tall person. He gives off a lean impression, but there's muscle. She's impressed. ]
I wish I had remembered it, or what she tried to teach me of my own abilities.
[ Looking up at him, she regards him with a thoughtful gaze. ] It's good you have something of her's with you at all times, then.
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I don’t really remember my mom either. It was a long time ago.
[ and his life had been overwhelmed by so many other memories. childhood was hardly relevant in the grand scheme of it all. ]
It’s good though, that if you had to know something about her, it was that she loved you.
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She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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[ no thoughts, head empty. was this really the time to be saying something like this? no. ]