Rutile's bedroom isn't sparse, per se, though it isn't as full of things as one of someone who has been here longer. But it is tastefully decorated, in a minimalist way—houseplants sit here and there, making the room less empty; pictures, both in a bizarre abstract style and in a more realistic style, decorate the walls; and the fuzzy rug complements the bedding. It's cozy!
He also has an electric kettle and a teapot, which he quickly flicks on and begins messing with his teas. ]
What are you feeling today? I have herbal and fruit tea, some green tea, and some extra strength black tea if you really need a kick!
[ She's glad to see that he's at least made some effort to make the place feel a little bit more like home, though it's still understandably missing some of the random items and collectibles the others have accumulated over their time here. ]
Hmmm... let's try something herbal. We need a contrast to balance out the sweets, right?
[ Who cares about what makes the best pairing here. Clearly what's important is what feels right. ]
[ Though usually reserved for a particularly sleepy individual at home, Rutile doesn't mind sharing a little taste of that. With a practiced hand, he begins mixing some of the teas together in a strainer. The room soon fills with little tink, tink noises. ]
How have you been since the sleepover? Recovered yet?
[ He'll just nod in acknowledgement to that question. He does remember telling Aerith he'd tell her a bit more about what was going on with the coronation and stuff... Whew. Maybe they'll touch on that later.
Either way, for now, he splits his attention between the tea and the conversation. ]
Really? None of that? [ He'll sniff the mixture... Mm! ] Everyone was brought here and then simply...led regular lives?
Rutile is just about get the kettle, nearing its boil, when what Aerith says stops him in his tracks once again. His hand freezes in midair and he looks at her, eyes wide with shock. ]
[ Wherever Rutile is during the day, he'll hear something.
Can it be...the sound of a motor vehicle? Yes, it may be! But, it's also by a certain red-haired man who is speeding down the street, only to stop suddenly upon seeing Rutile.
Maybe even near the dorms. Unlike how he normally does, Argenti is wearing his racer's attire when he greets him. ]
Rutile's on his way back from doing some shopping, nearing the dorms when the sound catches his attention. He'll watch in wonder before he realizes it's Argenti, and once he does, he'll wave. ]
Argenti! Hello! I'm all right.
[ But he's not actually looking at Argenti. He's busy looking at the thing between his legs. ]
[ Argenti will happily give Rutile an excited wave in return even though he already gave his verbal greeting... ]
It certainly is!
[ Spoken just as cheerfully. It's high-tech, but definitely a motorcycle. Look at this baby - perfect to taking a stroll anywhere one would go. He's getting into the habit of becoming a menace common sight in the streets with it. ]
I had no idea you would recognize it, given that not all worlds are familiar with such technology. But, I decided it was time to finally truly take it for a spin far more often.
[ Rutile can be forgiven for being heavily distracted by the motorcycle. It's the embodiment of Beauty! All those who lay eyes upon will be unable to take their eyes off such a beautiful and wonderous, but magnificent work of art!!
It is a vehicle truly blessed by Idrila.
...Anyway, silly nonsense aside - he looks right at Rutile, expression bright, and excited, sparkles popping up around him. ]
I do not blame you at all...
But, my new friend, do not fear. I shall gladly show you the way!
...So, where have you parked yours? Once I have an idea of what it looks like I can helpfully teach you how to use it, I am certain!
[ He laughs a little; honestly, Argenti himself is the type of person to get excited easily when it comes to this. But he hadn't anticipated it'd be like a bit of a mirror here - and so his eyes crease a bit, twinkling at the suggestion.
This is going to be a fun way to bond! ]
Yes I can. Please, do get in.
[ There's enough room for two! Argenti will seat himself back at the helm, so to speak. ]
Tell me when you are ready! I shall go full speed ahead when you are.
[ Rutile dutifully climbs in front and he's. oddly struck by the feeling of learning to fly with Figaro's help when he was a child. It's weird, exciting, and he can't help but kick his feet and probably kicks Argenti in the process.
He'll hold onto wherever seems appropriate and...for someone who supposedly doesn't know what a motorcycle is, he sits in the perfect pose for SPEED. ]
[ Asking!! Nicely!! Imagine if he did this while the vehicle was still running!!
Not sure how things are in regards to seating, but it's probably ... safeish? Anyway, Rutile can hold on as typically people may have to do when riding second in a vehicle such as this. ]
[ Rutile whoops with joy when they set off. If there's one thing his mild demeanor does not betray it's that he's an honest-to-god speed demon. The faster Argenti goes, the brighter his laughter gets. The lack of warning doesn't even bother him. He loves it.
Once they come to a stop, Rutile hops off. His hair is a total mess, but there's a bright, satisfied flush on his face. ]
Gosh, I haven't felt so alive in weeks! [ He puts a hand to his chest again, in his normal gesture, but there's something about his expression that makes him seem more competitive than usual. ] That was exhilarating, Argenti!
[ With quick steps he'll start moving towards his own motorcycle, parked in the corner. ]
These streets are not going to last with them tearing them up, huh?
He looks at Rutile with a little smile, seeing the way he very much enjoyed himself as well. He almost thinks to apologize, but the satisfactory look stops him.
The response too! ]
I am glad to have brightened your soul so, to the point that it has come alive to such an extent! May you continue to experience such joys.
[ Argenti will grant a nod as well, heading hurriedly over to the motorcycle. ]
Yes, we can race right away! Here, let me start with the basics, so please listen well...
[ Then he begins to tell the other man what does which. Hopefully Rutile follows along well, because Argenti is descriptive and careful once he takes note of how the motorcycle starts up. He even tests how different it is from his own, and points out helpful tips and notes...ending with: ]
Rutile listens intently, absorbing everything Argenti tells him. It turns out he's a pretty good student, too—politely asking questions when they come to him, or asking for clarification if something doesn't make sense to him.
When Argenti is finished, he claps his hands together again eagerly! He's all smiles. ]
Yes, I think so! [ He looks up at Argenti like a child asking for candy... ] Is that all? Oh— Do I need anything else? Do you mind if I put my things away first?
[ Maybe he'll change into something more comfortable— ]
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what week are we on..... after the party
Hopefully he's in! ]
week [redacted]
The door opens a few moments later. Rutile stands there, and it takes a second for his mind to catch up with what he sees.
When it does, he beams! ]
Aerith! You're here!
[ He steps aside and gestures in. ]
Come inside! I've been looking forward to this!
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[ And with Rutile's general demeanor, she would have been shocked if he hadn't been looking forward to it.
Without further ado, she steps into Rutile's room, giving it a cursory glance around so she can set the box somewhere. ]
I got a few different kinds of treats. Some little cakes, a couple of slices of pie, a bunch of cookies... I tried to get a good sampling.
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[ Thrilling!
Rutile's bedroom isn't sparse, per se, though it isn't as full of things as one of someone who has been here longer. But it is tastefully decorated, in a minimalist way—houseplants sit here and there, making the room less empty; pictures, both in a bizarre abstract style and in a more realistic style, decorate the walls; and the fuzzy rug complements the bedding. It's cozy!
He also has an electric kettle and a teapot, which he quickly flicks on and begins messing with his teas. ]
What are you feeling today? I have herbal and fruit tea, some green tea, and some extra strength black tea if you really need a kick!
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Hmmm... let's try something herbal. We need a contrast to balance out the sweets, right?
[ Who cares about what makes the best pairing here. Clearly what's important is what feels right. ]
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[ Though usually reserved for a particularly sleepy individual at home, Rutile doesn't mind sharing a little taste of that. With a practiced hand, he begins mixing some of the teas together in a strainer. The room soon fills with little tink, tink noises. ]
How have you been since the sleepover? Recovered yet?
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Yep! I’m all rested and ready for anything else that might happen!
[ After all, things have a tendency to Happen here. ]
How’re you doing? Coming here right when everything is getting worse every day… can’t imagine what that’s like.
[ The rest of them had the benefit of a slower buildup. ]
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[ He pauses for a second to look at Aerith with wide eyes. When his thought passes, he smiles again, and goes back to mixing tea. ]
I thought it was rather relaxing, if anything... How were things like before this?
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[ That would track with that dream they met in. ]
Pretty peaceful. No palaces or anything like that, that’s for sure. [ A pause. ] No shadows either.
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Either way, for now, he splits his attention between the tea and the conversation. ]
Really? None of that? [ He'll sniff the mixture... Mm! ] Everyone was brought here and then simply...led regular lives?
[ In a futuristic city. But still. ]
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[ She smiles, just a bit. ]
We’ve had a few things happen, though. A few people have died.
[ Which might give Rutile a bit of context when it comes to the overall… atmosphere. ]
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Rutile is just about get the kettle, nearing its boil, when what Aerith says stops him in his tracks once again. His hand freezes in midair and he looks at her, eyes wide with shock. ]
...Died?
[ HELLO??? ]
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wildcarding for last week
Can it be...the sound of a motor vehicle? Yes, it may be! But, it's also by a certain red-haired man who is speeding down the street, only to stop suddenly upon seeing Rutile.
Maybe even near the dorms. Unlike how he normally does, Argenti is wearing his racer's attire when he greets him. ]
Oh hello, Rutile! How are you doing today?
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Rutile's on his way back from doing some shopping, nearing the dorms when the sound catches his attention. He'll watch in wonder before he realizes it's Argenti, and once he does, he'll wave. ]
Argenti! Hello! I'm all right.
[ But he's not actually looking at Argenti. He's busy looking at the thing between his legs. ]
Is that...a motorcycle?
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It certainly is!
[ Spoken just as cheerfully. It's high-tech, but definitely a motorcycle. Look at this baby - perfect to taking a stroll anywhere one would go. He's getting into the habit of becoming a
menacecommon sight in the streets with it. ]I had no idea you would recognize it, given that not all worlds are familiar with such technology. But, I decided it was time to finally truly take it for a spin far more often.
Do you happen to have one of your own?
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Yes, I...picked one up because Mafuyu was giving one away. I didn't know what it was but I was so enamored by it. I had no idea it could go so fast...
[ NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL FATE™️
His gaze snaps up to Argenti and he leans in, hands folded in a plea, and his eyes are sharp and demanding. ]
Can you teach me how to use it?
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It is a vehicle truly blessed by Idrila.
...Anyway, silly nonsense aside - he looks right at Rutile, expression bright, and excited, sparkles popping up around him. ]
I do not blame you at all...
But, my new friend, do not fear. I shall gladly show you the way!
...So, where have you parked yours? Once I have an idea of what it looks like I can helpfully teach you how to use it, I am certain!
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Rutile's expression quickly brightens into a >:] when Argenti agrees to teach him, and he claps. And the clap is very loud. ]
You will?! [ YESSS ] It's parked near the dorms! Could you—could you take me the rest of the way there?
[ ON YOUR MOTORCYCLE??? ]
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This is going to be a fun way to bond! ]
Yes I can. Please, do get in.
[ There's enough room for two! Argenti will seat himself back at the helm, so to speak. ]
Tell me when you are ready! I shall go full speed ahead when you are.
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[ Rutile dutifully climbs in front and he's. oddly struck by the feeling of learning to fly with Figaro's help when he was a child. It's weird, exciting, and he can't help but kick his feet and probably kicks Argenti in the process.
He'll hold onto wherever seems appropriate and...for someone who supposedly doesn't know what a motorcycle is, he sits in the perfect pose for SPEED. ]
I'm ready!
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[ Asking!! Nicely!! Imagine if he did this while the vehicle was still running!!
Not sure how things are in regards to seating, but it's probably ... safeish? Anyway, Rutile can hold on as typically people may have to do when riding second in a vehicle such as this. ]
Then, let's go.
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[ The one and only warning before the ~space~ ignition starts up and Argenti speeds on ahead.
It won't be for long because the dorms are not too far away. But it is a speedy and smooth ride. A traffic violation probably happened.
Once he does reach their destination, there will be a dramatic slide of sorts as he puts the breaks into action. ]
Here we are. How did you enjoy the ride?
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[ Rutile whoops with joy when they set off. If there's one thing his mild demeanor does not betray it's that he's an honest-to-god speed demon. The faster Argenti goes, the brighter his laughter gets. The lack of warning doesn't even bother him. He loves it.
Once they come to a stop, Rutile hops off. His hair is a total mess, but there's a bright, satisfied flush on his face. ]
Gosh, I haven't felt so alive in weeks! [ He puts a hand to his chest again, in his normal gesture, but there's something about his expression that makes him seem more competitive than usual. ] That was exhilarating, Argenti!
[ With quick steps he'll start moving towards his own motorcycle, parked in the corner. ]
When you teach me, can we race?
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These streets are not going to last with them tearing them up, huh?
He looks at Rutile with a little smile, seeing the way he very much enjoyed himself as well. He almost thinks to apologize, but the satisfactory look stops him.
The response too! ]
I am glad to have brightened your soul so, to the point that it has come alive to such an extent! May you continue to experience such joys.
[ Argenti will grant a nod as well, heading hurriedly over to the motorcycle. ]
Yes, we can race right away! Here, let me start with the basics, so please listen well...
[ Then he begins to tell the other man what does which. Hopefully Rutile follows along well, because Argenti is descriptive and careful once he takes note of how the motorcycle starts up. He even tests how different it is from his own, and points out helpful tips and notes...ending with: ]
...Did you get all of that, my friend?
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Rutile listens intently, absorbing everything Argenti tells him. It turns out he's a pretty good student, too—politely asking questions when they come to him, or asking for clarification if something doesn't make sense to him.
When Argenti is finished, he claps his hands together again eagerly! He's all smiles. ]
Yes, I think so! [ He looks up at Argenti like a child asking for candy... ] Is that all? Oh— Do I need anything else? Do you mind if I put my things away first?
[ Maybe he'll change into something more comfortable— ]
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