Before he can ease them into the idea β not that a walk sounds like a bad idea, he'd honestly enjoy it more, in all likelihood β 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?"
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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?"