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Sucks to suck. The daisy chain that Verso makes for Maelle is great.

It is indeed very bold to set up shop so close to Verso, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he kicks off his shoes and settles down on his own bedroll, eyes on the sky and its half-baked constellations created by a little boy.

"Good call." On Monoco and Esquie, that is. "I don't think I've seen Esquie preen so much in decades." He's too big for even a flower crown, but Maelle had fastened a few blossoms on him regardless. He'd seemed overjoyed, but then again, maybe he was just feeding off of Verso's uncharacteristically light energy.

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"You mention decades so casually," Gustave says, and he knows they both have a complicated history things like 'the average human lifespan,' but he seems buoyant right now. "That's— a pretty incredible friendship, you know."

He stretches himself out comfortably, his own shoes still on. Gustave is on his side, unpacking one of the books to read in what little light is available. "And I do have some flowers for you, too. In case you were feeling left out. They just— take a long time to dry." He's pressing them in his journal.

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Oh, man. Gustave is liable to make his shriveled heart grow three sizes. That's cute as hell.

"Good that you told me," he says as he turns his head to smile wryly at Gustave. "I'm very sensitive about these things."

He's not. Verso hadn't expected anything at all, and he'd been entirely fine with that. The flower he'd handed to Gustave was impulse, and the rest of the ones they'd picked had already had the girls' (and Monoco and Esquie's!) names on them, as far as he was concerned. He doesn't need things like that, but— even he has to admit that it feels good to be thought of.

He turns his attention back to the dark night sky, then says, sounding a little surprised, "Today was... a good day."

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It's probably best if it remains unsaid that romance wasn't Gustave's original intention with that. He has just always been a man with a deep sense of fairness—and it wasn't fair if Verso was the only one who didn't get any flowers!!

He leans up on one elbow, book held carefully, though he's not quite reading yet. Preparing to read, if anything.

"You didn't think it'd be?" The surprise makes him curious. He was personally a little dubious about the direction of the day the moment he'd agreed to let a gestral near his head with scissors, but the results had been better than he'd expected. "But— I'm glad I could contribute."

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Gustave could say he had a good day, too!! But since he doesn't, Verso quips, "I was more talking about the gestrals." He's just kidding, obviously; Gustave did contribute, but some bullying is always in order.

He doesn't elaborate on the surprise, just cants his head toward Gustave's book before closing his eyes. "Enjoy your book." A beat. "Well, my book."

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He was getting there, Verso, gawd!! Gustave huffs a quiet laugh, opening to start actually reading. In a very low voice, as if making sure Verso is definitely the only one who hears it, he'll say: "I certainly will. Sleep well, chouchou."

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He should have killed Gustave when he had the chance.

"Shut up," he grouses before shifting so that his back is to Gustave. Embarrassing!!!

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"Sure," Gustave says, laughing. "Thanks for the good day." But he'll roll over and stay up late enough reading that he's noticeably tired the next day, and he will absolutely blame Verso.

And for once he'll succeed in acting like a normal human around Verso for the next several days. Sure, he smiles easily for him, but at least he's not weird about it!! It'll be not long after they've returned again from Sirene with 46's journal in hand that Gustave will perch near Verso without asking.

Seems like you and Lune are finally on solid ground again, is what he wants to say, but maybe it's better to let Verso bring that up himself. So, instead, he supplies: "How come you've let Maelle see your poetry and not me?"

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He is on solid ground with Lune again, which is something. Progress. Verso is very fond of Lune perhaps because she has very little patience for his bullshit, but it feels good to be her friend again.

He's in a good mood, is the point. Rare, but becoming more common these days. It almost feels like the future isn't a horrible, scary, oppressive void sometimes.

It's because of his good mood that he replies, "Maelle is a harsh enough critic already. I'm only showing it to undiscerning flatterers these days."

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"Oh, we've looped back around to effusive praise, huh? I thought we were closer than that now, but if you insist." Gustave leans slightly forward, his forearms resting on his knees. "You're a man of unmatched wit, after all. I'm sure the poetry resembles its author."

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"Ah, well. It's typical tortured soul stuff. You know, eternal darkness, endless torment, broke a nail."

It's embarrassing, actually. Very confessional in a brooding teenager sort of way. Maelle's criticism had at least kept things lighthearted, when she'd complained about him trying to rhyme 'agony' with 'travesty'.

"But if it's wit you're looking for, I'm sure I can spin up a dirty limerick."

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"My disappointment is immeasurable." Gustave's words are gentle and lighthearted, clearly not serious. He clears his throat and offers out one of the books he'd borrowed from Verso, grip careful.

"Anyway— your flowers are pressed in on page thirty-three." He thinks he's funny. "They could use another week or so, honestly, but— you know, it's been a while since I was able to give someone a flower that didn't mean goodbye."

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Gustave's intentions with the flowers might not be romantic, but he's still fully interpreting it that way. It's sweet! It's been a long time since he experienced sweet. He's going to cherish these dumb flowers.

"Thanks," he says, genuinely, as he takes the book. Then: "Did you finish it already?"

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Well, okay. It's meant to be a little romantic. A little. Maybe.

"Yeah," Gustave says, smiling a bit lopsidedly. "I've had a few late nights. It was good."

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"I could tell." Both about the late nights, and that Gustave enjoyed it. Because: "You gasped whenever anything exciting happened."

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"I did not!" He sits up straight, a little offended — but also, he totally did. "I kept you up?"

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He did keep Verso up with his expressive reading, but that's all right. It was charming. Nice to see that Gustave was enjoying himself.

"Don't worry about it." A shake of his head. "I was up anyway, thinking of more tormented poetry."

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"That you're never going to let me read. Rub it in, why don't you." Gustave hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly sheepish. "Sorry, really. I'll keep it down."

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"It's fine," he presses, because it is! He would have said something sooner if it was that bothersome, and if he didn't find it cute. The last thing he wants is for Gustave to move his bedroll back to the other side of camp out of shame.

"...And I didn't say you could never read it." A shrug. "I'm just not sure it'll be to your liking." Jokingly: "They say true art is an acquired taste."

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Mostly he's just going to make an effort to be less— expressive. Even if Verso finds it cute, he doubts anyone else does.

Gustave does smile a bit at the concession. He's still embarrassed, sure, but he's relaxed, at least. "When we make it back to Lumière," he says. "When I've got time to really sit with it and appreciate it. How's that?"

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Verso thinks for a moment. This is his SOUL he's baring, after all, so he's somewhat reluctant to just give it away for free. "—Do I get to learn something embarrassing about you, too?" It's a fair trade.

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Gustave makes a face at that. "I mean, I feel like you've seen me at my most embarrassing. I might have to ask Maelle what to share."

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"Or," Verso says, in that voice that suggests he's about to be annoying, "you could write your own embarrassing poetry. In the interest of fairness."

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Gustave hums, shaking his head. "No, wouldn't work. I'd find it too silly to be embarrassed about it. I could let Esquie try to teach me that dance? I've always been a 'stand still and sway' sort of guy."

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Hey, don't knock Esquie's dancing!!!

"I don't know who taught him that — it definitely wasn't me." It's ridiculous but charming, like most things about Esquie. For all Verso knows, he came up with the dance all by himself. Probably made Francois watch him practice. "But all right. I'll provide the music, then."