breizhsoudard:

I see. [He finsihed his second cup of coffee.] You’re doing good in battles? I know Rederien can have a harsh time, especially when heavies or engineers are around.

“Yeah, ehehe, and sometimes, there have been power outage risks, which means respawn would end up not working and that’s not good at all,” he added. 

Rederien? Maybe that just meant ‘scouts.’ It seemed to describe him.

“Ehehe, I think I do good in battles,” he said thoughtfully, “You know, capturing the points, being a distraction if I have to, using my bat and my guns. No one ever said I was bad, so, ehehe, I don’t think I am bad, you know?” 

breizhsoudard:

Heh. A lot of people told me that. I’m glad you enjoy them! [He bit in a crepe.] Have there been some battles lately? The battlefield seemed pretty clean. 

“They are really nice, and it is really kind of you to let me have some,” Russell commented.

“We didn’t have a battle yesterday, due to some bad weather for a change, ehehe…but the fields are kept quite clean anyways. I don’t think blood and bits on the snow would make a good look for any people who are considerin’ coming here,” he said, his tone was lighthearted though. 

comradebus:

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rp-therulingbrother:

As the other entered his office, Heinrich resumed studying the male’s form. The peculiar thing he took note of is how the boy speaks. “What happened to your arm?” He asked, closing the door to follow the scout behind. 

“I, uh, well, I’m not entirely sure,” he admitted, “I just remember headin’ back after the battle, and I keep thinking that maybe there was a stray explosive or somethin’ because there was a bang, ehe, I was like, thrown off quite a bit, and then I realised my arm was hurting and it wasn’t moving so good…ehehehe…at least my left is still working,” he said, using his good arm to rub the back of his neck. 

“Ehehe, of course, if it’s turns out that it’s just like, a little thing, I’m sorry for bothering yas about it…” he added. 

And hoping this hasn’t been done before. But I honestly think this strange hybrid of Arcanine and Golduck looks pretty badass. 

clairvoyant-mysteries:

“That’s all very, very true. I do think I could work with this, mind me you. Isn’t that right, Gero?”

“Yes.”

Well, the bird didn’t seem excited. Then again, he wasn’t really one of those kid-type figures that got excited, even if things /did/ excite him. He was more of a mature type, no doubt thanks to the psitanium radiation.

“Oh, please, you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” Savvy replied shyly. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was only speaking with my bird. I’m awful sorry.”

“Yeah, that’s a good attitude to take too,” Russell said, smiling. Seriously, he was sure after the shit Savvy’s grandma had put her through, she needed something to look forward too, and it seemed that she and Gero had managed to create a bond already.

Even if the bird seemed to only show a little enthusiasm at the idea. But maybe it was just one of those who was rather stoic about everything.

“Oh really? I just didn’t wanna like, impede anyone’s learning, because I probably couldn’t help…ehehe…” he said sheepishly, “No, you didn’t make me feel like that at all!” he added quickly.

“You really didn’t. I’m sorry if I made it seem that way, you honestly didn’t,” he said, “I just know learning is important.”

breizhsoudard:

There’s more if you want. [The plate was full of hot crepes and Yann sat  down too eat. He took a pot of jam and put some on his crepe before eating it.]

“Well, um, ehehe, sure, I’ll have a couple more,” he said, smiling again then. He didn’t want to take too many, but the offer was there and he didn’t want to be rude.

As said, he took two more crepes to his own plate, adding just a little sugar to each before digging in.

“These are just so good, man.”

rp-therulingbrother:

Placing a hand on his hip, he opened the door wider to take a full look of the young Scout. He frowned, noticing the other’s arm. Heinrich took note of how the arm seem a little bit off compared to ones he saw daily. “Do come in. Trembling suggest nervousness, worry or both.” He made one step to the back to allow the male to enter. “It would be rude to decline hospitality, correct?”

He stepped back a little on seeing the door open, although not walking away. 

He just looked back, not sure what to say or to do in particular. 

“Well, um, ehe, I guess you could say a bit of both, ehe,” he said, swallowing a little, “Ehehe, thank you,” he added, gingerly stepping in. 

“Well, um…” he didn’t know what to say in response to that, “I guess, ehehe, but thank you again…ehehe…”

“I need to rethink my plans for Misty…I need to get her a new home…but…just…” he sighs as he looks up at the ceiling. Tired eyes blink but don’t close entirely, as he lies there on his bed. 

Looks like it’s going to be another restless night.