Sometime after lunch the day after a certain conversation, Gustave closes his book and considers Lune and Sciel, both conveniently home for the midday meal and now immersed in their own thoughts or projects. "Well, I feel like I've been sitting around too much," he states, without preamble.
This is bait they're both likely to snatch at; he doesn't need to be coy. "How about some exercise?"
Curled up in an armchair with a journal braced against her legs, Lune's lips move faintly as her eyes flick across the lines, every now and again scratching a new notation onto the page or crossing something out with her pen, frowning as she does. A half-empty cup of tea sits on the coffee table in front of her, long forgotten and cooling.
Gustave's announcement has her looking up from the pages, her free hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck; perhaps he's not the only one who's been sitting too much.
"You want to go for a walk?" she asks, arching a brow slightly. In her defense, with how reluctant he's been about training, it's hardly her first guess. "I wouldn't mind that."
Sciel is currently sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, where she is one-by-one removing delicate pressed flowers from between the layers of the press. (She used to use Pierre’s books, but she suspected Lune and Gustave would be less thrilled by this.) She lays them out on paper one by one. This is largely boring but she likes it anyway. Gustave’s suggestion is much more intriguing, and she doesn’t care at all when she breaks a petal.
Before he can ease them into the idea – not that a walk sounds like a bad idea, he'd honestly enjoy it more, in all likelihood – Sciel perks up, all too happy to engage with the idea of a little violence.
Gustave's already wincing, but he nods, exhaling a silent sigh. Maelle, you owe him. "Definitely no foretell... but yeah. Lune?"
He glances over to where she's curled in that chair with her journal and notes and lifts his eyebrows at her, inquisitive. "You in?"
Lune throws Sciel a look, torn between amusement and bewilderment at how she immediately jumps from 'exercise' to that, but it's quickly wiped away in favor of surprise when Gustave actually agrees to it. That was not what she'd expected, and it shows on her face for a moment.
"Oh. Well, alright." She closes her journal, begins to unfold her limbs to get up. Curiously, she prods Gustave, "What brought this on?"
Training has come up multiple times over the past few months, and with Verso and Monoco back, it feels like the perfect time to get back to training –– she’s been happy to let Gustave set the pace, but if he’s ready to move, so is she.
She takes that look from Lune with a grin, reaching over to squeeze Lune’s knee playfully before starting to put her flowers away.
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This is bait they're both likely to snatch at; he doesn't need to be coy. "How about some exercise?"
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Gustave's announcement has her looking up from the pages, her free hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck; perhaps he's not the only one who's been sitting too much.
"You want to go for a walk?" she asks, arching a brow slightly. In her defense, with how reluctant he's been about training, it's hardly her first guess. "I wouldn't mind that."
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She looks up with a grin.
“Two on one, no foretell, no hard contact?”
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Gustave's already wincing, but he nods, exhaling a silent sigh. Maelle, you owe him. "Definitely no foretell... but yeah. Lune?"
He glances over to where she's curled in that chair with her journal and notes and lifts his eyebrows at her, inquisitive. "You in?"
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"Oh. Well, alright." She closes her journal, begins to unfold her limbs to get up. Curiously, she prods Gustave, "What brought this on?"
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She takes that look from Lune with a grin, reaching over to squeeze Lune’s knee playfully before starting to put her flowers away.
“No foretell,” she promises.