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Okay, this is... kind of a dumb question, but—
[Hope leans back a little and sighs, adjusting the sling around his left arm with a slight wince. He's somewhat arched awkwardly over the journal's view, the book itself spread across his lap since he currently only has one hand to work the thing.]
I just moved into a new house, and I'm sick of this colour. [He shifts his upper body to the side, attempting to prop up the journal to show what he means. What the camera catches instead is a blurred view of the plain walls zipping past before it slips from his hand and falls to the floor with a thump.
Heaving an exasperated sigh, the boy stoops to pick the thing up, dropping it onto the bed next to him with a bit of a scowl.]
... forget it. But really, I'm going to paint the walls in my room this time, and I don't care if I get in trouble. So... does anyone know what would be a good colour, because... um... my favourite colours wouldn't look very good. [Day-Glo orange walls? No.]
[A pause.]
Can we... can we even get paint here?
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[Very shortly thereafter, because he's stir-crazy after spending several days recovering from the battle, he'll be found either en route to or at the the plaza—which is essentially right next to his new home (House #41) anyway—journal tucked beneath his good arm.]
[Hope leans back a little and sighs, adjusting the sling around his left arm with a slight wince. He's somewhat arched awkwardly over the journal's view, the book itself spread across his lap since he currently only has one hand to work the thing.]
I just moved into a new house, and I'm sick of this colour. [He shifts his upper body to the side, attempting to prop up the journal to show what he means. What the camera catches instead is a blurred view of the plain walls zipping past before it slips from his hand and falls to the floor with a thump.
Heaving an exasperated sigh, the boy stoops to pick the thing up, dropping it onto the bed next to him with a bit of a scowl.]
... forget it. But really, I'm going to paint the walls in my room this time, and I don't care if I get in trouble. So... does anyone know what would be a good colour, because... um... my favourite colours wouldn't look very good. [Day-Glo orange walls? No.]
[A pause.]
Can we... can we even get paint here?
--
[Very shortly thereafter, because he's stir-crazy after spending several days recovering from the battle, he'll be found either en route to or at the the plaza—which is essentially right next to his new home (House #41) anyway—journal tucked beneath his good arm.]
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Aerith might have to help.
[ And she blinks thoughtfully, but then the next question does catch her off guard a little; she's also not one to go about spilling things about herself except at certain times, but... ]
Seventeen or eighteen, I guess. Definitely not a habit- not worth the trouble, even if we'd had the money to spare for that kind of thing in the first place.
[ She doesn't sound down or anything over that particular limiter though - it's in the past and the wounds have mostly healed over. She turns toward him again seriously... almost like she has a sense for when they've suddenly entered the Zone of Potential Learning Experience. ]
Fifteen is a little young. [ Slight smile again. ] And you're right... it's probably up to us to drag that guy home every once in a while.
[ ALSO NO WE'RE NOT SPEAKING OF THE INCIDENT AFTER THE AU EXPERIMENT. THAT WASN'T HER FAULT. ]
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Although then again, it would most likely be Zack who would get the brunt of it... no, no. Hope's not that much of a schemer.
Yet.]You're right. It's not really worth it, huh. I guess I'll wait until I'm seventeen.
[Hope laughs lightly.]
Besides, I don't want to spend my birthday dragging idiots home. Even if it is just another day. I guess I'll let Aerith do that.
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Her smile strengthens though. For now, mission accomplished, it seems. ]
Sounds like a plan.