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In truth, Gustave is just about as apathetic about his own hair as it's possible to be. There's not a chance in the world that he would have let a gestral come anywhere near it with scissors if he had any particularly strong feelings about it, but it's also true that he's relieved when he's released from the chair and it somehow actually looks totally fine.

He swats at Verso's elbow and reaches up to touch his new 'do, considering. "It'll probably dry faster now," he says, approving, and that really seems to be the extent of his opinion on the matter. "Were you still up for a hike?"

Gustave sometimes thinks it's a little mad how quickly their group has acclimated to their new normal, that gestrals have gone so quickly from mythical to mostly well-meaning but often kind of annoying. He really hopes the rest of Lumière is able to accept these things, too.

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Maybe the group acclimated so fast because gestrals were fully not mythical 67 years ago!!!!!!! Just a thought though.

"Sure, if you think you can keep up with me," Verso says with a lopsided grin, because again, Gustave has scrawny little engineer legs. He's remarkably capable despite that, though, and there's no actual worry that Gustave won't be able to keep up, particularly because Verso intends on this being a leisurely hike. "Let me tell Maelle where we're going, in case we end up stuck under a Sakapatate and need rescue."

When he returns, it's with a slightly pink face, as if Maelle has made an embarrassing comment. He doesn't elaborate on their conversation, though, and instead nudges Gustave with a short-lived hand on his shoulder. "Come on. The Sanctuary's beautiful this time of year, actually."

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Gustave notices the pink face, giving Verso an openly curious look, but he doesn't say anything about it. It's the same with the brief hand on his shoulder — he thinks that maybe Verso is just doing what he does, that stupid little habit of finding excuses to touch him. Or maybe he's just extra sensitive to it now and reading way too hard into it.

He shakes the thought away and just starts walking.

"Feels like it must be beautiful all the time, honestly," Gustave says like it's a confession. Admittedly, Gustave has traditionally been more focused on the traces of past Expeditions than the landscaping, but it doesn't mean he hasn't let himself appreciate it at all. "It's a lot more nature than we're accustomed to."

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They still have to make their way through the village to get to the Sanctuary, and Verso sidesteps two gestral children 'dueling' in the street. It looks a lot more like two puppies playfighting than it does a proper duel, but that's gestrals for you.

"Oh, yeah. I guess you probably never went on any nature walks." A whole world out here, and the citizens of Lumière have yet to see any of it. He wonders if, now that Maelle has come into her painting abilities, she might one day create her own places for the people to safely visit. "Go on, then. What do you make of it?"

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"I like it." His voice is easy, honest. "I mean, civilization has its perks, too, don't get me wrong— I've already told you how much I miss coffee. But the scenery out here does have me waking up feeling like I'm in a painting sometimes."

The words leave Gustave's mouth before he seems to parse what he's saying; it staggers him for a second, before he lets out an odd bark of laughter. Whatever he's about to follow that up with is interrupted by Karatom, who seems to materialize from thin air to grab Gustave's metal arm and give it a tug. They squabble for a few minutes over it, Gustave finally banishing him with a promise of more mushrooms, before he shoots Verso a flustered look. "We have to get out this place before more gestrals talk to me," he says, beleaguered.

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A painting, merde. Gustave really knows how to put his foot in his mouth. Verso lets the blunder pass without comment, if only because it seems impossible to discuss the fact of the Canvas without ruining the mood of an outing that hasn't even begun.

He watches the squabble with a raised eyebrow, a little fond. The gestrals are troublesome, yes, but he likes them. Of course he does — they aren't his creations, but they're Verso's, so by Esquie's reasoning, that sort of makes them a cousin once removed.

"Don't be too harsh. Annoying you is how they show they like you." Verso and the gestrals have a bit in common, actually.

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"Yes, but I'm growing increasingly worried I'm going to get clocked on the head and wake up with my arm missing," Gustave says, voice petulant, but the look he shoots Verso will belie the irritation as performative.

He's going to be extremely careful about his phrasing for the rest of the trip out of the gestral village (though he will manage to embarrass himself one more time by reflexively mom-arming Verso when a slap fight breaks out near them).

"I can't believe Sciel was just going to move in," Gustave mutters on their way out of the gate.

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"It's not so bad," Verso says as he steps out into the red foliage of the Ancient Sanctuary. He keeps his eyes peeled for any wandering Sakapatates; getting crushed by one would ruin the mood, too. "And being a gestral prize fighter is one way to spend the end of the world."

Sciel would have been good at it, too. The gestrals would go crazy for her.

"What would you have done?"

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Gustave isn't crowding him, exactly, but it's true that he's allowing himself to drift a little closer than he might usually when they're with the group as a whole. He's equally alert for the sounds of lumbering gestral monstrosity, but it does feel like it might be easier to avoid them when hiking through the trees as a party of two.

"Mm," he says, and it does seem to take a little thought. "If we'd failed, and I was trapped here— I think I'd keep hunting for Expedition journals, honestly. Try to aggregate them— make them easier for the next team." It's not even meant to be a for those who come after thing; it's just one of the only practical ways he can think to spend his time.

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"Sounds sensible. Selfless." He throws Gustave a sidelong glance. "It would be more fun to be a gestral prize fighter, though."

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Gustave gives him a slightly offended look. "Maybe for you. Sounds like hell to me."

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Damn, Gustave is such a hater! Verso puts his hands on his hips, laughing and shaking his head. "Does this mean I shouldn't be taking you to my hut outside the village?" If he's so against living among the gestrals! "Are you going to be judgmental about it?"

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He is! They're fine in moderation, but the village wears him out like little else in the world does. "Is it filled with gestrals? Because if not, you're probably in the clear."

He still can't believe Golgra punked him with that fake password!!!!!

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Quite frankly, it's Gustave's fault for being so gullible. #GolgraDidNothingWrong.

"Ooh," Verso says, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "So I should cancel the gestral house party, then."

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Gustave gives Verso a skeptical look, playfully pushing at his shoulder. Juvenile, maybe, but he's just matching the vibes!! "Hut party, don't you mean."

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Verso shoves him back, an excuse to touch him. He loves a good excuse. "Hey—" is playfully warning. "It's a nice hut."

It's a place to exist, mostly; he'd had to go somewhere when he left the manor, and he hadn't wanted to sleep outside in the dirt where Nevrons might eat him. Always an unpleasant and vaguely gooey experience.

"But if you'd prefer me to rescind the invitation..."

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Gustave staggers back in the exaggerated way that he does when he's gently roughhousing with his apprentices, hands up in melodramatic surrender. "I would be honored to tour your hut, monsieur."

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With a cant of his head, Verso beckons Gustave to follow him further into nature, taking a brief detour both so that Gustave can enjoy the outdoor scenery and to surreptitiously elongate their time together.

"Well, don't get your expectations too high. It is a hut." After he just complained about Gustave not giving it the proper credit. "None of those locking doors you're so fond of in Lumière. Once I woke up to a gestral standing over me."

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"I had that nightmare once," Gustave says with a little grin, because it's practically a bit at this point. The scenery is definitely beautiful, and Gustave will try to halt Verso with a quick touch to the arm.

"Hey," he says, indicating some burgundy blossoms crawling up the trunk of a tree, "would it be safe to pick some of those for the girls on the way back?" He's hyper-vigilant after how obvious it's become that many things here would happily kill them.

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On a not-date with Verso, and Gustave's thinking about picking flowers for other people!! Luckily, Verso is pretty fond of the girls, so he doesn't take offense. He can imagine it now: they'd look nice with matching flowers tucked behind their ears.

"Charmer," he accuses. It's no wonder everyone adores Gustave. "If you'll say they're from both of us, sure." A pause. "But if you're going to take all the credit, they're deathly poisonous."

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Gustave rolls his eyes at that answer, good-natured, and butts into Verso's personal space just a bit. "I'll tell them it was your idea," he says, and if he's able to close the distance without much fuss, he's going to try to coax him into a quick kiss.

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It does feel a little strange to be given casual affection when he's not even sure what the exact nature of their relationship is, but that makes him no less enthusiastic. He kisses back, of course, before crouching down to pick one of the blossoms and stick the stem underneath one of the Kingdom Hearts-esque straps on Gustave's jacket, patting it to keep it in place.

"See? Perfectly safe."

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Ready for my Gommage, Gustave thinks wryly and absolutely does not say out loud, because he's already had to eat one foot on his walk, and he is quickly running out of appendages.

"I'm swooning," he says with a chuckle, and then seems to realize: "Oh. This is a date." Gustave seems surprised by his own revelation, then genuinely pleased as he touches the bottom of the flower's stem. "Sorry. Wow. That was probably obvious, huh."

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...Verso stares.

"Yes, it was supposed to be." And yes, he'd thought it obvious that this was a hike with romantic connotations. He invited Gustave to his hut!! Verso rubs at his eyes, trying not to feel embarrassed about the fact that this entire time Gustave had thought, what, that this was a friendship walk? "But clearly it leaves something to be desired if you're just now realizing it."

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"No, it's not—" Gustave laughs again, caught a little off guard, not certain how to phrase it. "I just thought it would take more— cajoling. To swing an actual date with you." They're both utter shit at romance, he realizes. Gustave kept pushing boundaries in his own scramble for something to hold onto; Verso perpetually felt like he could disappear at any moment.