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[betterthangarlond]

[ It was one of those times where NOAH was still figuring out their way past the Labyrinth of the Ancients, and Nero was still lingering.

Today, though, he had found himself by the side of G'raha, when G'raha was taking a break. Not that Nero had been watching for it, of course not.

With a soft grunt, he flopped down next to him, holding a few of the tomestones that they'd been tasked to decyther. (Nero, honestly, had been asked not to join in this, but. Nero had waited until Rammbroes wasn't paying attention and stolen these ones.) ]

...You're all struggling with these?

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[betterthangarlond]

Hah. You think they'd worry? Only for what I could do.

[aneyeonthepast]

… Well. I'd like to hope so. Not just for what you could do, but yourself. What could be.

[betterthangarlond]

[ As they enter the building, Nero seems to frown. ]

I'd be better dead to them.

[aneyeonthepast]

I doubt that. Less… well, Master Garlond might grumble less, but… Well, I don't think any of them would think that. [optimistic, perhaps? but he'd prefer that.]

[betterthangarlond]

...You're an odd one, G'raha.

[ what is affection can he eat it ]

[aneyeonthepast]

You think so?

[well, he's heard that before. This feels… a little different, though.]