[ That smile. Even under the scrutiny of Alicia's father, Junpei can't hide how smitten he is by her -- how that single smile can take away all the worries in the world. He relaxes, at least physically. The tension leaving his shoulders. Junpei's still a little bit on edge mentally, but he'll try to relax there, too. ]
I'd like that. Etraya's pretty lacking when it comes to Japanese influence. It's about to be peak cherry blossom season, and I haven't even found a single cherry blossom tree yet.
[ There's probably something. Somewhere. Etraya is so big and he has yet to explore all of it. But he'd like to find it before the season's at its end. He thinks it's something Alicia would love to see. And he could picture her -- standing amidst the floating petals like a work of art.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ah! That's right. Her father. ]
It helps when you're busy doing something you like. I'll definitely have to bring some friends to check this place out again in the future. More people oughta see it!
[ Junpei's bright and chipper, pushing past nerves to just be himself here. For better or worse. ]
[People mislead with more than words. Actors understand how to mimic and gesture, how to emphasise gestures and movements. Artists understand how a single painting can overwhelm you with emotion - and can siphon them through that window through which you look into their world.
There is something inside this boy that is hidden from his daughter. She is where his concern lies - not himself.
He leans on the handle of his cane, one hand sliding across the other.]
Galleries and museums are there to be seen.
[People means engagement and funding. Both result in public discussion and dissemination - a part of art that his eldest daughter had held more fondness for than himself.]
But should some works remain private?
[Like those created to represent the family. Those works that hang in his atelier.]
[Cherry blossoms. She's not familiar, but they sound lovely. Their world was full of lovely trees and flowers, but seeing them here is... different, somehow. These grow wild, without intention.
Ah. Papa's being vague again. She glances back at him, and then rolls her eye. She looks at Junpei and shakes her head a little bit, teasingly, hoping he'll get the message that he's always like this.
Luckily, it's not long until they reach the cafe. Now, at least, Renoir can stop lurking behind them. She moves to pull out a chair to help Renoir sit, just to be a good daughter. She wants him to be in a good mood, after all.]
[ Junpei can tell Alicia's father's being a little cryptic, but he gives the question some serious consideration regardless. It's been around three months (almost four) since he's been home and he doesn't think about Chidori as often anymore. But sometimes, in moments like this, she pops into his mind -- sitting alone, drawing at the station. She drew for no express purpose and had offered to show him, even though she doubted he'd understand it. That's his only real exposure to art, but...it's enough, he thinks to have an answer. ]
I think...art can be anything the artist wishes. Some works are meant for a grand display, but some are a bit more personal. Not everyone will even understand the artist's intention -- even if they do get to see it. But it's not really for us to understand. The artist poured their heart onto the page and if they choose to share it, that's what we should focus on -- that they trust us enough to see their heart.
[ He can't help but look at Alicia then and in a way, he feels those words toward her. That she took off her mask and trusts him enough means the world to him. But he smiles at her playful look as she acts like a typical teenager would regarding their father. Mildly embarrassed, sharing a private look with their friends as though to say 'don't mind him. This is just what he does.'
Junpei wonders for a moment if he, too, should help her dad with the seat. But that might come across as a little obnoxious so in the end, he lets Alicia tend to him as he stands by just in case his assistance is needed. He won't sit until all of them are seated. ]
[There are occasions when he affords people no attention. Then there are times he wishes he could lose himself in a moment of creation; to draw without obligation or reservation. But he has never been an artist who chooses work because of financial reward.
Emotion. Heart. He paints what he wants to paint and nothing more.
That used to shake popular opinion. But here his opinion seems more acceptable. This boy is sharing a similar outlook.]
Their emotion.
[He finishes the sentence with a couple of words.]
Each painting reveals their love, their caring, their dreams and happiness.
[His head angles to the side, as his mind scrutinises the young man on an emotional and spiritual level.]
[Junpei begins to talk about art, and interpretation, and Alicia actually tenses. Renoir will have an opinion on this, and she -- she should have one, but it's so complicated. So instead she just hovers nearby and waits for her father's reaction, glancing over at him.
At least to her, Junpei's words do seem thoughtful. Something more than most laypeople might think, and that already makes her hopeful that Renoir will take it well.
And he does, more or less. Even if he's his usual, cryptic and severe self, Alicia can tell that Junpei's words have somewhat impressed him. So she gives Junpei a satisfied smile and little nod, hopefully when Renoir isn't looking. ]
[ It's good you realize that. Oh! Junpei smiles when his opinion and Renoir's seem to match up. It's a small thing, but good. A connection. And maybe proof that Junpei doesn't have to search for the right things to say around the guy. Maybe just being himself is enough. He has no horse in this race, not being an artist himself -- but he appreciates them, finding it admirable how they have this creative outlet to express their emotion. As Renoir puts it.
Bonus points when he gets that response from Alicia! Aw yeah. He's not being a colossal embarrassment for her. That's good! He settles onto his seat. ]
Yeah! And it's really cool to see how each artist chooses to express themselves differently from the others. From hyper realistic to more imaginative. I guess that's a testament to how different we all are -- even if we share the same reality, we all interpret that in our own ways, yeah?
[ Junpei looks between them, still smiling. ]
I imagine that's true for us in Etraya the same as anywhere else.
[ He pauses for a moment. ]
Would it be a good idea to set up an exhibit for those of us in Etraya? Either displaying art from people here or just some other relics of history in the making? With all we're doing and all the worlds we each come from, I think it'd be pretty neat to have a place where that could all be seen as a collection.
[Renoir catches their exchange but veils his misgivings behind stoicism. His attention settled upon her young friend because of her. His eyes remain upon her as he does everything he must to keep her safe. She cannot look after herself like her brother - and is certainly not as independent as her sister.
But she is alive. So he must balance her safety against her comfort.]
There are artists amongst us. I suppose.
[He strokes his beard, the movement soothing as he debates the motion.]
But this place houses works for those who have almost climbed that elusive summit of perfection.
[In short, the artists in his family hold strong opinions about art. This museum is for the masters. The exhibition must be elsewhere. Anyway, he finally takes his seat.]
Something in the centre of the city would draw a larger crowd...
[Now Junpei has him thinking about art. They'll be here all afternoon. Goob job!]
[Oh, now they're exchanging idea. Something warm swells in her heart when she sees the two of them talk, genuinely, that she hasn't felt... maybe ever. But there's a shred of jealousy, cut off from the easy way they can just talk. She can talk with Renoir, but it's not the same. And her attempts with Junpei are still clunky.
But she hides that with a roll of her eyes. Alicia gets up and leaves them for a moment, heading to the counter of the cafe to get some things from the bots working it. When she returns, she brings a pastry she knows Renoir likes, and an identical one for Junpei to try. She's only gotten herself a cool drink (this "iced coffee" thing is quite pleasant, especially when it's overwhelmed with sweet syrups), and she puts each of the offers in front of them before sitting down herself.]
Maybe in Alcyone's Wake? It's the one place we all enter and for a lot of us, the place we live. Could be something good for new arrivals -- just to gain a better understanding of the people here and the missions we've gone through?
[ Not that Junpei could put it together in any artistic way, but someone who has taken to being the curator of a place this big? Renoir definitely could! And Junpei could do the heavy lifting with guidance. He'd be happy to donate his time like that! Especially if it would make Alicia happy. And it seems like it is with the way she looks as she gets up. Junpei meets her gaze, watches her go to get them some of the pastries and when she returns, he smiles at her. ]
Thanks, Alicia.
[ Has he ever had this particular kind of treat before? Nah. But she picked it out for him, so he's sure he'll like it! His fingers twitch, wanting to touch her -- a light shoulder squeeze or affectionate touch on her hand in gratitude. He refrains, however. It probably wouldn't be a good idea in front of her father. So Junpei can lean into his Japanese origin for now and keep his respectful distance. ]
[Moments pass while he recollects the world. Painting a map inside his mind, he scrapes away where people live, demolishing homes and building places one can explore. There are not enough residents for these homes. The environment lacks depth.
He considers something while studying nothing. The way his daughter and her friend interact? Alicia is rushing into a relationship where everything seems pleasant - but what happens when some issue raises its head? He strokes his beard.]
It would afford the environment some depth. Some light among all the darkness, non?
[He offers polite gratitude for the delivered treat - thanking her without words - in the way she understands through their silent means of communication. In any case, he asks a simple question.]
[It's been so long since Alicia had a friend at all that she hasn't read much else into their dynamic, even if Renoir maybe has. But even before things fell apart, she'd always been a bit sheltered. Stuck in the shadow of everything else.
Oh! How they met. (He helped show me around after I arrived. We went to the Hanging Gardens. Did you know those are from Lumiére?) It's still strange to think about.
And then she inclines her head to Junpei.]
I told Papa about visiting the gardens, that first day.
[ Junpei watches the way Alicia and Renoir seem to communicate. A part of him wishes he could understand -- that he could have the type of understanding that came from either the familial bond or perhaps just the amount of time they had together. He turns to the pastry, leaning in to take a bite, mindful not to make a mess. Junpei's not nearly so careful when it's him and Alicia alone, but the father being here means he should be on his best behavior.
He reads Alicia's message as she informs him how she answered, and he sits upright -- nodding along to corroborate the story. ]
Yeah! Even though I live out that way, the gardens were a place I'd never seen before. So we were able to explore that together. I knew what it was like to get here, to not really know what's going on and to not have a friend. So I just wanted to help Alicia feel comfortable in this place, and in turn, she's helped me through a lot, too. It's been really nice getting to spend time around her.
[ Nice is an understatement. Junpei looks forward to spending time with Alicia above all other things. But he's worried he's already putting his foot in his mouth a little bit here when it comes to how he feels about her (and how that goes beyond a simple friendship) so he takes another bite of his pastry to give himself an excuse to stop talking. ]
[Renoir takes his cup of expresso and positions the porcelain before him on the table. Then he claims his almond croissant and tears it into segments. Junpei expects him to demand grace and manners - but he takes one piece of his pastry and dips it in his coffee.
Lumiere evokes both beautiful and bittersweet memories.
A brief wistful look of nostalgia crosses his face, blending imperfectly with the pain of being forced to abandon their home.]
Good.
[Is it good this stranger is interested in his daughter? Perhaps. In some ways. But in others it cannot be good at all.]
[It always gets to her when Junpei lays on the praise, or the sentimental softness he has for her. Maybe it's just because it's been so long since someone cared that much. Beyond Renoir, of course, but even Verso... even Verso is distracted. And Renoir is, at times, distracted.
She flushes just a little bit and glances away, and then elbows him slightly. Stop, he's being too sweet. And too formal, maybe, since Renoir seems more relaxed now. In fact, he almost seems like he's in a good mood.
Almost. She feels the pain he's hiding, the reminder of their old home. She doesn't want to tell him that she's run into Maelle there, too. That she doesn't go there nearly as much anymore. She hasn't told Junpei that yet, either. Someday.
So she looks for a topic to switch to. (Junpei is good with all the strange technology here. I think it is closer to his world.) She beams, and then looks over to Junpei.] You help me with the devices and technology here. Maybe you can help Papa, if he has problems.
[ Junpei smiles and nods along with Renoir's statement about life's value. In sentiment, he agrees. In truth, Junpei's struggled to find any sort of value in his own life. It's been a question plaguing him ever since their return from Mesa -- what made his own life hold greater value than the natives of Mesa? Why did they have to die so he could live? But maybe it's not a question he'll be able to answer -- not without the wisdom that comes with age.
He's distracted from his thoughts when Alicia's text comes through. Ah! Right! Technology. ]
Oh yeah! It was 2009 in my world at the time I got here. Some of this stuff's a little advanced even for me -- but I've been able to figure it out. In my world, things like these ear pieces were pretty much the stuff of dreams. It's so cool how it lets us all understand each other.
[ He looks between both of them, then settles his gaze on Alicia. ]
But I'd be happy to try and learn some of your native language sometime? Just in case the ear pieces stop working or something.
[ Junpei might hate studying, but when he has incentive to do so -- he's more than willing to put in the effort. ]
[The stuff of dreams. The hope of a simple life; a family life. Both have long become the same. Gifts from a woman who imagined himself her husband. Now he strives for those times when life was good and simple.
Strived. Because his son destroyed his family and ensured those days would never return.]
I am not the best choice when it comes to linguistic education, monsieur.
[He looks between his daughter and her friend. He thinks of the other young gentleman he befriended, and how such relationships prove beneficial.]
But if Alicia wishes it I could offer a passable attempt. I suppose.
[2009... hard to contemplate, when their world is running down from 100. What is time like, outside the Canvas? She wonders if Verso knows.
Oh. Their native language. It's a nice thought, though she's not sure it'd help her much. Then again, if she can't understand anyone, communication will be even harder. So she gives a shrug, but her expression seems thoughtful. Sure, why not? Though...
(Papa. Do you know what they call our language?) In their cramped world, there'd never been a need to name it. She wouldn't even know where to start.]
[ Junpei lets out a little laugh, waving his hand. ]
I'm sure you'd do great, sir! It doesn't have to be any kind of formal lesson anyway. I'm not the best when it comes to something rigid like school. But learning something useful and for the fun of it? I think I can totally do that!
[ At the very least, he'd put in a larger effort than he did in the school setting. Both to hopefully get Renoir's respect and also to impress Alicia when they could take off the ear piece and he could still talk to her. Of course, it won't be perfect.
But it doesn't have to be. He just has to be understandable. ]
[Renoir thinks about both questions. One is directed towards his opinion; the other towards nothing and nobody. What their language is called does cross his mind but his daughter will hear his answer.
[I never thought about that. The language of love? I suppose.]
Truly? Learning a language at any age requires dedication. I can see you possess enthusiasm but do you understand hard work?
[Alicia makes a small wheezing sound, a slight huff of laughter and annoyance at her father's insight. (That's not how they would label it in the library!)
And she rolls her eye when Renoir questions his dedication. They've seen their share of dedication to death, isn't it nice to see someone doing something for fun?]I'll find some books in our language to show you. And perhaps you can help teach me your language, as well.
[ Now that's a question. Junpei's not sure how to answer it. There's studying, which is grueling and hard and drives him crazy with how boring it is. But then there's a different sort of hard work. The Tartarus kind of hard work that demanded so much of you physically. ]
I guess it depends on what you mean.
[ He settles on, rubbing the back of his neck absently. ]
I had to do a lot of fighting back home while still studying for school and trying to keep my grades up.
[ Trying. Junpei wasn't very successful at it. But he did make a middling attempt to study as exams drew near. So to that end, he understood working hard! It's just....sometimes that hard work didn't pay off. At Alicia's suggestion, Junpei smiles. ]
I'd love to teach you some Japanese! We could do it pretty easily with some manga. It's, um...it's both art and story. They got them for all different types of genres, so I'm sure we could find one you'd like. I think that'd be a fun way to learn.
I am curious whether you are willing to make unpopular decisions. I suppose.
[Renoir scrutinises Junpei with the kind of gaze that cuts through a man; the kind of gaze an artist affords a certain subject. What does he mean? Choices that are difficult, where either outcome means somebody will hate you. He chose being despised because it meant doing the right thing. You never abandon your family and allow them to die.]
There are occasions in our lives where we must prioritise one obligation over another. [One person over another.] But I see Alicia tires of this subject. You speak of graphical writing, then?
[What kind of life follows a child to the point fighting becomes a necessity? Not to mention the question of who or what this boy is fighting for.]
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I'd like that. Etraya's pretty lacking when it comes to Japanese influence. It's about to be peak cherry blossom season, and I haven't even found a single cherry blossom tree yet.
[ There's probably something. Somewhere. Etraya is so big and he has yet to explore all of it. But he'd like to find it before the season's at its end. He thinks it's something Alicia would love to see. And he could picture her -- standing amidst the floating petals like a work of art.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ah! That's right. Her father. ]
It helps when you're busy doing something you like. I'll definitely have to bring some friends to check this place out again in the future. More people oughta see it!
[ Junpei's bright and chipper, pushing past nerves to just be himself here. For better or worse. ]
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There is something inside this boy that is hidden from his daughter. She is where his concern lies - not himself.
He leans on the handle of his cane, one hand sliding across the other.]
Galleries and museums are there to be seen.
[People means engagement and funding. Both result in public discussion and dissemination - a part of art that his eldest daughter had held more fondness for than himself.]
But should some works remain private?
[Like those created to represent the family. Those works that hang in his atelier.]
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Ah. Papa's being vague again. She glances back at him, and then rolls her eye. She looks at Junpei and shakes her head a little bit, teasingly, hoping he'll get the message that he's always like this.
Luckily, it's not long until they reach the cafe. Now, at least, Renoir can stop lurking behind them. She moves to pull out a chair to help Renoir sit, just to be a good daughter. She wants him to be in a good mood, after all.]
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I think...art can be anything the artist wishes. Some works are meant for a grand display, but some are a bit more personal. Not everyone will even understand the artist's intention -- even if they do get to see it. But it's not really for us to understand. The artist poured their heart onto the page and if they choose to share it, that's what we should focus on -- that they trust us enough to see their heart.
[ He can't help but look at Alicia then and in a way, he feels those words toward her. That she took off her mask and trusts him enough means the world to him. But he smiles at her playful look as she acts like a typical teenager would regarding their father. Mildly embarrassed, sharing a private look with their friends as though to say 'don't mind him. This is just what he does.'
Junpei wonders for a moment if he, too, should help her dad with the seat. But that might come across as a little obnoxious so in the end, he lets Alicia tend to him as he stands by just in case his assistance is needed. He won't sit until all of them are seated. ]
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Emotion. Heart. He paints what he wants to paint and nothing more.
That used to shake popular opinion. But here his opinion seems more acceptable. This boy is sharing a similar outlook.]
Their emotion.
[He finishes the sentence with a couple of words.]
Each painting reveals their love, their caring, their dreams and happiness.
[His head angles to the side, as his mind scrutinises the young man on an emotional and spiritual level.]
It is good you realise that.
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At least to her, Junpei's words do seem thoughtful. Something more than most laypeople might think, and that already makes her hopeful that Renoir will take it well.
And he does, more or less. Even if he's his usual, cryptic and severe self, Alicia can tell that Junpei's words have somewhat impressed him. So she gives Junpei a satisfied smile and little nod, hopefully when Renoir isn't looking. ]
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Bonus points when he gets that response from Alicia! Aw yeah. He's not being a colossal embarrassment for her. That's good! He settles onto his seat. ]
Yeah! And it's really cool to see how each artist chooses to express themselves differently from the others. From hyper realistic to more imaginative. I guess that's a testament to how different we all are -- even if we share the same reality, we all interpret that in our own ways, yeah?
[ Junpei looks between them, still smiling. ]
I imagine that's true for us in Etraya the same as anywhere else.
[ He pauses for a moment. ]
Would it be a good idea to set up an exhibit for those of us in Etraya? Either displaying art from people here or just some other relics of history in the making? With all we're doing and all the worlds we each come from, I think it'd be pretty neat to have a place where that could all be seen as a collection.
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But she is alive. So he must balance her safety against her comfort.]
There are artists amongst us. I suppose.
[He strokes his beard, the movement soothing as he debates the motion.]
But this place houses works for those who have almost climbed that elusive summit of perfection.
[In short, the artists in his family hold strong opinions about art. This museum is for the masters. The exhibition must be elsewhere. Anyway, he finally takes his seat.]
Something in the centre of the city would draw a larger crowd...
[Now Junpei has him thinking about art. They'll be here all afternoon. Goob job!]
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But she hides that with a roll of her eyes. Alicia gets up and leaves them for a moment, heading to the counter of the cafe to get some things from the bots working it. When she returns, she brings a pastry she knows Renoir likes, and an identical one for Junpei to try. She's only gotten herself a cool drink (this "iced coffee" thing is quite pleasant, especially when it's overwhelmed with sweet syrups), and she puts each of the offers in front of them before sitting down herself.]
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[ Not that Junpei could put it together in any artistic way, but someone who has taken to being the curator of a place this big? Renoir definitely could! And Junpei could do the heavy lifting with guidance. He'd be happy to donate his time like that! Especially if it would make Alicia happy. And it seems like it is with the way she looks as she gets up. Junpei meets her gaze, watches her go to get them some of the pastries and when she returns, he smiles at her. ]
Thanks, Alicia.
[ Has he ever had this particular kind of treat before? Nah. But she picked it out for him, so he's sure he'll like it! His fingers twitch, wanting to touch her -- a light shoulder squeeze or affectionate touch on her hand in gratitude. He refrains, however. It probably wouldn't be a good idea in front of her father. So Junpei can lean into his Japanese origin for now and keep his respectful distance. ]
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He considers something while studying nothing. The way his daughter and her friend interact? Alicia is rushing into a relationship where everything seems pleasant - but what happens when some issue raises its head? He strokes his beard.]
It would afford the environment some depth. Some light among all the darkness, non?
[He offers polite gratitude for the delivered treat - thanking her without words - in the way she understands through their silent means of communication. In any case, he asks a simple question.]
So how did you two meet?
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Oh! How they met. (He helped show me around after I arrived. We went to the Hanging Gardens. Did you know those are from Lumiére?) It's still strange to think about.
And then she inclines her head to Junpei.]
I told Papa about visiting the gardens, that first day.
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He reads Alicia's message as she informs him how she answered, and he sits upright -- nodding along to corroborate the story. ]
Yeah! Even though I live out that way, the gardens were a place I'd never seen before. So we were able to explore that together. I knew what it was like to get here, to not really know what's going on and to not have a friend. So I just wanted to help Alicia feel comfortable in this place, and in turn, she's helped me through a lot, too. It's been really nice getting to spend time around her.
[ Nice is an understatement. Junpei looks forward to spending time with Alicia above all other things. But he's worried he's already putting his foot in his mouth a little bit here when it comes to how he feels about her (and how that goes beyond a simple friendship) so he takes another bite of his pastry to give himself an excuse to stop talking. ]
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Lumiere evokes both beautiful and bittersweet memories.
A brief wistful look of nostalgia crosses his face, blending imperfectly with the pain of being forced to abandon their home.]
Good.
[Is it good this stranger is interested in his daughter? Perhaps. In some ways. But in others it cannot be good at all.]
Life is too valuable to waste on being miserable.
[Looking at you, Verso.]
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She flushes just a little bit and glances away, and then elbows him slightly. Stop, he's being too sweet. And too formal, maybe, since Renoir seems more relaxed now. In fact, he almost seems like he's in a good mood.
Almost. She feels the pain he's hiding, the reminder of their old home. She doesn't want to tell him that she's run into Maelle there, too. That she doesn't go there nearly as much anymore. She hasn't told Junpei that yet, either. Someday.
So she looks for a topic to switch to. (Junpei is good with all the strange technology here. I think it is closer to his world.) She beams, and then looks over to Junpei.] You help me with the devices and technology here. Maybe you can help Papa, if he has problems.
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He's distracted from his thoughts when Alicia's text comes through. Ah! Right! Technology. ]
Oh yeah! It was 2009 in my world at the time I got here. Some of this stuff's a little advanced even for me -- but I've been able to figure it out. In my world, things like these ear pieces were pretty much the stuff of dreams. It's so cool how it lets us all understand each other.
[ He looks between both of them, then settles his gaze on Alicia. ]
But I'd be happy to try and learn some of your native language sometime? Just in case the ear pieces stop working or something.
[ Junpei might hate studying, but when he has incentive to do so -- he's more than willing to put in the effort. ]
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Strived. Because his son destroyed his family and ensured those days would never return.]
I am not the best choice when it comes to linguistic education, monsieur.
[He looks between his daughter and her friend. He thinks of the other young gentleman he befriended, and how such relationships prove beneficial.]
But if Alicia wishes it I could offer a passable attempt. I suppose.
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Oh. Their native language. It's a nice thought, though she's not sure it'd help her much. Then again, if she can't understand anyone, communication will be even harder. So she gives a shrug, but her expression seems thoughtful. Sure, why not? Though...
(Papa. Do you know what they call our language?) In their cramped world, there'd never been a need to name it. She wouldn't even know where to start.]
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I'm sure you'd do great, sir! It doesn't have to be any kind of formal lesson anyway. I'm not the best when it comes to something rigid like school. But learning something useful and for the fun of it? I think I can totally do that!
[ At the very least, he'd put in a larger effort than he did in the school setting. Both to hopefully get Renoir's respect and also to impress Alicia when they could take off the ear piece and he could still talk to her. Of course, it won't be perfect.
But it doesn't have to be. He just has to be understandable. ]
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[I never thought about that. The language of love? I suppose.]
Truly? Learning a language at any age requires dedication. I can see you possess enthusiasm but do you understand hard work?
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And she rolls her eye when Renoir questions his dedication. They've seen their share of dedication to death, isn't it nice to see someone doing something for fun?]I'll find some books in our language to show you. And perhaps you can help teach me your language, as well.
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I guess it depends on what you mean.
[ He settles on, rubbing the back of his neck absently. ]
I had to do a lot of fighting back home while still studying for school and trying to keep my grades up.
[ Trying. Junpei wasn't very successful at it. But he did make a middling attempt to study as exams drew near. So to that end, he understood working hard! It's just....sometimes that hard work didn't pay off. At Alicia's suggestion, Junpei smiles. ]
I'd love to teach you some Japanese! We could do it pretty easily with some manga. It's, um...it's both art and story. They got them for all different types of genres, so I'm sure we could find one you'd like. I think that'd be a fun way to learn.
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[Renoir scrutinises Junpei with the kind of gaze that cuts through a man; the kind of gaze an artist affords a certain subject. What does he mean? Choices that are difficult, where either outcome means somebody will hate you. He chose being despised because it meant doing the right thing. You never abandon your family and allow them to die.]
There are occasions in our lives where we must prioritise one obligation over another. [One person over another.] But I see Alicia tires of this subject. You speak of graphical writing, then?
[What kind of life follows a child to the point fighting becomes a necessity? Not to mention the question of who or what this boy is fighting for.]