IC Inbox (Victory Road)

[stardiving]

"You've reached a mailbox that has not been set up yet. Please hang up and try your call again later!"

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Action; post 4th wall sOMETiME during the following week

[amaure]

[Well, the run in with Nidhogg and all that ensued was...something. Taxing, he'd say. More labor than he cared to do, but he cannot deny that it felt nice on some level to help Estinien out of such a situation. Not that he'd really admit much, but...

In fact, he hadn't seen Estinien since, and he's left wondering if the man went out on his adventures again without so much as saying good-bye. Well, he cannot say he's surprised, just like a mortal to be ungrat—oh, is that Estinien now?

So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't catch the man walking towards the edge of the city—almost, because he certainly has now. Which merely means he'll be turning on his heel and making his way for Estinien. The man was not about to slink off on his watch.]

Ah, there you are Dragoon! I worried you might have left already, how comforting to know you haven't!

[He's acting fairly pleasant for someone who honestly had a real shit weekend. But he's ever been the actor, hasn't he?]

[stardiving]

[If it was taxing for you...

Estinien had not been possessed over-long, not like last time, so there was no weakness or illness to contend with that kept him from drinking far too much to try to further muddle the already vague memories. He's clean at least, hair combed and put up in anticipation of dealing with the heat on the journey he means to undertake--because Solus is right, he does definitely intend to go out on one of his adventures, without saying goodbye. The packed bag slung over his shoulder says as much.

Though it's not ungratefulness that makes him want to avoid this conversation, it's the fact that he knows Solus is going to want to talk about it.

The hollows under his eyes are darker than usual, and he's hungover and cranky and hates that the universe seems to exist to spite him.]

I was about to.

[Well, one of you isn't bothering with pretense, at least.]