The hat smirked. A disbeliever, eh? Well, that could be easily fixed.
“It’s rude to ignore someone when they thank you.”
“Oh?” Seeing lights and hearing voices were one thing, but talking hats—? Yup, he was losing it for sure. …But you know what, Leo was alone at the moment, so perhaps he could oblige and speak to the damned thing.
“My apologies then.” And note that the smile on his face was quite strained— forced it had been.
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“Yo~~~~ Thank you for following me~”
[What the actual fuck—] oh wait, he was the weird one, wasn’t he? Explained it.
If Leo ignored it long enough, it would disappear— right? Akin to the voices in his head— RIGHT?! Well, he certainly hoped so. And he did just that; paid no heed.
“What are you, some anti-social weirdo?” she mockingly asked, giving quite a stare. She wanted to get him out of the place but there was nothing she could think of saying at the moment. Alice shook her head as she stood up and took a hold of his sleeve. She slowly but forcefully pulled him by the sleeve, just till they reached the nearest window.
“This isn’t a bad view, right?”
At that comment, Leo remained completely unshaken. Why? Well he might as well be an ‘anti-social weirdo.’ His mussed-up hair and orbicular spectacles already did a fairly decent job of hiding him, as the two had briefly went over earlier, and it was true, casual prattle didn’t quite suit him.
Leo didn’t know how or why, but it seemed that he’d allowed himself to be dragged by this girl— Alice? Is that what Oz called her?— to the nearby fenestration which had lit the room they’d been chatting in. A wonderful light source for his read it’d been too. But so much for that. The chain’s determination had pretty much negated any chance of him reading (well, at least for the moment,) as the book rested back where Leo had previously been sitting. At Alice’s question, he cocked his head in the direction of said view, and took a bit to take it in. Well, it was a relatively calm spring day; average, but he couldn’t say it was ‘bad’ in anyway.
“I suppose not. But what about it?”
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Jack was quite surprised with the boy. He was really sharp and passive, as if he didn’t mind talk to him or not. Even so, Jack was sure Leo was interested in him, just a bit. He looked like the type of person who just walk away without hesitation if someone doesn’t interest him.
Even so, Jack’s glance became colder when he heard the boy’s words. The hero. He hated that title with all his soul, and he also hated the fact that it had became a synonym of his name, How could he call himself as the Hero of Sabrie when he wasn’t? How could he even smile when people called him like that, when it wasn’t true? He couldn’t blame them: He and Glen were the only ones who knew the truth.
¨I’m known as the hero, but I prefer if you just call me by my name.¨ He replied. He tried to smile, but his serious tone of voice tell on his true feelings.
Huh. That was also quite something to hear. —No really, the man before him was rather intriguing— probably one with many stories to tell. And of course, stories always had their pull. ‘Known as the hero,’ just what did that mean? Was he not? Jack’s struggle was quite obvious and all too revealing, yet distant at the same time.
“Your… name,” he parroted in a quiet murmur. Well, it wasn’t as if Leo was going to go around and call him ‘Mr. Hero,’ or anything of the like. No, while Leo was surely one to tease, to strangers he wouldn’t. A small nudge to the frame of his glasses was given.
“Then, to call you Sir Vessalius should be correct?” asked while realigning his posture. It’d be quite odd to be on a first name basis with (the man apparently deemed) the Hero.
“Huh.” [Oh, another one? Like said on the other though, I don’t do this kind of thing— haaa. But if I did you’d get one!]
“Mostly with Anna Karenina. But its Epilogue was censored. Ah, have you read The Picture of Dorian Grey? It’s not in circulation now, but it’s rather good.”
Leo wondered why great books were almost always deleted, or at least attempted to be. At least Glen knew French. I have an in-built translator now. Leo didn’t know if he should find it funny or bitter. Well no time to think about that now.
“As for my previous statement, how about ‘all well-written books are classics’ instead?”
“Heard of it before, but haven’t had the chance to read.”
“And I’m going to have to digress. A classic isn’t only meant to be timeless and eloquent,” while both were quite important on their own, they didn’t quite fit the bill.“But be universal, credible and most hold some sort of morale as well.” A sigh, tired of this babble too. “We could just drop this if you wish.”
“Oh, you talked casually!” she blurted out, quite surprised.
“W-Well.. I wasn’t meaning it in a bad way… I was just… thinking you’d be glad to be friends with someone other than Elliot…” Alice mumbled as she sighed. The girl canted her head at his last statement. Surely, she wanted to have him take it off but she wasn’t up for a bigger argument. The girl stood up and stretched a bit. “Alright, let’s just go do something nice!”
Friends with someone other than Elliot. The whole notion was quite… strange. Just to think of, even. Sure, Leo had the orphans back in Sablier, but they were more associable with family. And on top of the unusual thought, just what did she know of Elliot and himself? Lips parted to speak— to inquire— but soon closed again as the figure before him raised.
“Alright, let’s just go do something nice!”
“Ah, I’d prefer not to.” Really, did one ever get far after interrupting a read? No, thought not. Besides, what could be ‘nicer’ than reading?
—Nothing.
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Lacie looked at him, pouting. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“When you make it so easy, it’s hard not to.”
