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[superniceone]

Hey, uh. It's Gustave. I'll get back to you when I can.

[ic inbox for thelastvoyages - happy for comm threads or action spam if you're catching him around the barge.]

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[superniceone]

I know, I know. It sounds silly when I say it out loud. [which is exactly why he's never said it out loud. he gustave nudges her slightly.] I don't know how I feel about you being the one to give me pep talks. Feels a bit like it's going in the wrong direction.

[but he knows she's going to have sass to say about that, so he changes the subject quite abruptly.]

What would be your first request? If you were made a warden. Surely you've considered it.

[escapeartiste]

[The topic change is smart, it stops her from typing up another quip and she clearly needs a moment to think. There's a shrug. She's both thought about it and has decided it's pretty much an impossibility despite others assuring her otherwise.]

You mean a deal? I don't know.

[She does. She totally knows. She just doesn't know if she should say it.]

[superniceone]

[he doesn't believe you.]

Alright, then make something up. Sky's the limit, right?

[escapeartiste]

[rude.

And yet she still hesitates a little. But she's more honest this time. It's so very obvious she's thought about it at length.]

Fix the canvas. Make it so it can't be destroyed. And it doesn't kill Painters if we stay too long.

[superniceone]

[oof. directly antithetical to his own deal, but to his credit, the way he just smiles a little sadly at that answer is probably an expected reaction either way.]

I can't imagine what it must be like. Being able to to Paint, I mean. It seems like you took to it quickly.

[escapeartiste]

[Ohh.. she does not like that. Her mouth twists to the side and she shakes her head again, just slightly.]

Not really. I'm

actually pretty terrible at it.

[Great vote of confidence for someone that could run around playing god with a skill she's awful at.]

[superniceone]

[gustave makes a face at her, turning slightly in his seat to face her better.]

Oh, please, take the compliment. Do you think I would have been able to bring Lune or Sciel back the way you did? They'd both have— seven fingers on each hand.

[escapeartiste]

[That cracks a smile out of her but she's still shaking her head.]

Copying is easier. But I still messed that up at first.

Verso had to remind me.

[superniceone]

[gustave just shakes his head again, clearly dismissive.]

And? 'Needing a reminder' makes you terrible, now?

[escapeartiste]

Yeah? It's kind of basic stuff.

[She understands what he's trying to do. Maybe. But seriously?]

Besides, how would you know? You haven't even seen me paint.

[superniceone]

No, but I read what you wrote about it. [is he trying to hype her up? obviously, yes, but he's absolutely genuine, too.] Even Lune has to warm up before she starts singing, you know. It's okay to be a little proud.

[escapeartiste]

[You get a shrug. Just a shrug. They certainly got off-topic real quick.]

[superniceone]

[gustave shrugs in turn, leaning back with his coffee now.] Suppose this is your way of telling me I haven't been bragging about you to the neighbours enough.

[escapeartiste]

[C R I N G E]

You wouldn't.

[Don't you dare.]

[superniceone]

I'm not your warden. I'm not obligated to behave with any sense of decorum. [it's an empty threat, but it's one he's allowed to make as a proud big brother, ok.]

[escapeartiste]

[She rolls her eye and shakes her head.

So about that topic.]

Speaking of wardens

how's your temporary inmate this time?

[superniceone]

I'm starting to feel like I should have finished my coffee before I sat down.

[which is probably answer enough.]

[escapeartiste]

[It's not an interrogation!]

That bad, huh?

[superniceone]

I think he's a recent arrival? I reached out this morning.

[anything can be an interrogation when you're a white man with a guilty conscience.]

[escapeartiste]

I guess it'd be a bit harder when they're new.

I don't really think there's anything I can do but, if there is something

tell me, okay?

I want to help.

[superniceone]

[he resists the kneejerk urge to insist that he doesn't need it — that he should be the one helping her.]

I'm sorry, could you please go back to being a bratty fourteen year old? I don't know how I feel about you growing up. [but he gives her a little nudge to indicate, yes, of course I will.]

[escapeartiste]

[COMPLETELY ignoring the conundrum that is the barge.]

Yeah, sorry. I'll try not to.

[She offers the device and nudges him right back.]

[superniceone]

[gustave chuckles at that, sipping again at his coffee, before he hums.]

I've been getting back into fighting shape recently, you know. Figured out how to call up the Academy in the Enclosure.

[escapeartiste]

[She smiles a little, breathing a raspy laugh.]

Are you expecting a Nevron to show up or something? We don't really have to fight here.

Most of the time.

[Says the child who regularly finds people to fight for funsies.]

[superniceone]

I'm not not expecting a Nevron to show up, and I feel like that's a perfectly reasonable expectation, considering everything else. [he gives her a pointed look, come on.] I was trying to invite you along.