[ Cid raises his glass when Ardbert makes his appearance.
Cid quite likes this bar, and he'd had a feeling that Ardbert would feel much the same. ]
Hope you don't mind that I got started without you.
[ Not that he'd had much choice. He'd have been kicked out without a drink in-hand. The proprietress is an old sailor herself; a good two heads taller than Cid, silver-haired and thickly built, with a warm-but-weary air about her. She'd disliked him on sight. (Cid isn't sure that she's keen on him even now, but he'd started off on the wrong foot with Martha as well, and that had turned out alright.)
The bar is mostly ordinary working folks, with a scattering of the rougher kind of company. It smells almost as heavily of tobacco smoke as it does liquor. Ardbert isn't the only one who's brought a weapon with him, so the axe earns him no more than a few curious glances, though it's a few more than Cid, with just his sword hanging from his belt.
It's the first time he's seen Ardbert since everything that happened with poor Boris, but he finds himself... oddly aware of the time they've been apart since then. Cid could try to unpack that, but he decides that it's entirely the fault of the bond. As a result, he takes the feeling and puts it in a box where it belongs, then throws away the key.
They're here to talk about whatever the hell is going on with Ardbert and his not-love-affair. ]
First round's on me, so order something strong. Seems like you need it.
[ There's an odd sort of weight that's lifted from Ardbert's chest when he settles down across from Cid. Which is strange, because he definitely hadn't realized it was there in the first place. Now that it's cleared, he can recognize it had been little more than a nagging sense of feeling like he was missing something.
Who would have thought that something would be Cid of all people. Is this because of what happened with Boris? There had been some strong emotions floating around in that moment, so maybe...
Well, who knows. It's not like he really understands how any of it works.
The waitress swings by their table and Ardbert orders himself a pint of some kind of ale. Not all that strong, despite a certain someone's bossiness. With a glance back to Cid, Ardbert raises one eyebrow for a beat and then huffs out a laugh. ]
I don't know what ideas you've been given because of our bond, but it truly isn't all that bad. [ And yes, some of that incredulous feeling will flow between them now. The bond's effects seem to be stronger when they're in close proximity.
He can feel Cid's avoidance too, the way he's trying to squirm away from some unwanted thought or feeling. So, with a small incline of his head: ]
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Cid quite likes this bar, and he'd had a feeling that Ardbert would feel much the same. ]
Hope you don't mind that I got started without you.
[ Not that he'd had much choice. He'd have been kicked out without a drink in-hand. The proprietress is an old sailor herself; a good two heads taller than Cid, silver-haired and thickly built, with a warm-but-weary air about her. She'd disliked him on sight. (Cid isn't sure that she's keen on him even now, but he'd started off on the wrong foot with Martha as well, and that had turned out alright.)
The bar is mostly ordinary working folks, with a scattering of the rougher kind of company. It smells almost as heavily of tobacco smoke as it does liquor. Ardbert isn't the only one who's brought a weapon with him, so the axe earns him no more than a few curious glances, though it's a few more than Cid, with just his sword hanging from his belt.
It's the first time he's seen Ardbert since everything that happened with poor Boris, but he finds himself... oddly aware of the time they've been apart since then. Cid could try to unpack that, but he decides that it's entirely the fault of the bond. As a result, he takes the feeling and puts it in a box where it belongs, then throws away the key.
They're here to talk about whatever the hell is going on with Ardbert and his not-love-affair. ]
First round's on me, so order something strong. Seems like you need it.
[ The waitress is already making her way over. ]
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Who would have thought that something would be Cid of all people. Is this because of what happened with Boris? There had been some strong emotions floating around in that moment, so maybe...
Well, who knows. It's not like he really understands how any of it works.
The waitress swings by their table and Ardbert orders himself a pint of some kind of ale. Not all that strong, despite a certain someone's bossiness. With a glance back to Cid, Ardbert raises one eyebrow for a beat and then huffs out a laugh. ]
I don't know what ideas you've been given because of our bond, but it truly isn't all that bad. [ And yes, some of that incredulous feeling will flow between them now. The bond's effects seem to be stronger when they're in close proximity.
He can feel Cid's avoidance too, the way he's trying to squirm away from some unwanted thought or feeling. So, with a small incline of his head: ]
And what of you? How have you been?