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[action/anon text] - Struggles - 020 [Backdated to afternoon of 4/2]
Gnomeday, Gnome Redecan 02, ND 2018
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
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[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
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[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
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Guy... you're awake.
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Would you like me to make you a little tea while you freshen up? We... we have a few things to discuss.
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If you'd like. Frankly, I'd just like some plain water right now... [Or a stiff drink. But he'll have to nab that at the club sometime later.
The blonde shuffles his way down the stairs, staring towards her with a concerned wave flickering over his eyes.]
Are you doing alright?
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That depends on the stranger and the type of personality they have.
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Well, then I guess you have a lot of options.
What about just a generic individual? Easy enough to try and speak with, nothing too peculiar or foreign about them. What would you do?
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Let's assume it's someone that does not appear hostile, but is a personality type you would not find pleasurable to be around too long.
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How about if that stranger isn't very nice to you in return?
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Ah, for instance: Say I were brand new. You'd never met me before, and I was confused about the city. What would you do?
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The same way I'd treat anyone else! Close friends were once strangers, so why treat the friends you haven't made yet any differently than the ones you already have?
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You sound very kind. I'm not sure all strangers would appreciate that, though. Don't you think?
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Tell the scenario I meet them under and I can give a more useful answer.
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Does that help?
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[That's food, right? Like noodles with other things than just miso and egg and broth.]
Um. Well. Why pasta?
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Even if they weren't the kindest person in the world? There's a lot of grumpy people that can come through here, after all.
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Yep, Zelda sure wasn't lying. That's day-one Zelos, as clear as anything.
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So the women are the cream of the crop in your eyes, hmm? And how do they deserve to be treated?
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Like any other person. Stranger or not, every individual is just that: an individual. Different personalities and circumstances for each. It wouldn't make sense to try to approach everyone in the exact same way, even if you go for the optimistic slant of "Well, we might get along".
[There's the creak of a bed as he stretches and sprawls out.]
Though ideally, you do get along.
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What about for those strangers that you just can't seem to approach well?
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