[it's funny because she's leaving cats: the class, and running into the cat: the guy. holding her backpack in one hand instead of actually wearing it, she gives a little wave as greeting, meeting him halfway as he makes his way over to her.]
Caleb.
How are you? [she's also. looking around him. for cat.]
[she gives Frumpkin's paw another little shake. no one had cats on their shoulders at Garreg Mach. they should have, but they didn't. she briefly humors a mental image.]
[byleth gets in the paint and retrieves 22 slices of cici's pizzaa personal pizza pie, then selects seating a little distance away from whoever else may be here right now.
when caleb returns with his own meal, she also has a piece of fish on a small plate, already sitting on the table. she's scrolling through her phone.]
[He smiles a little, grateful, when she passes Frumpkin a fish treat; he'll nibble at it a little while they eat. He laughs a little, tired, at the question.]
Oh, boy.
A few of them. Um, let me think. [In some ways, the easiest one to talk about is also the one with the most risks to discussing here. And he doesn't know Byleth all that well. But. . . ]
May I tell you something, and ask you to keep it between you and I?
[Sometimes there's just - a lot you can't talk about, and it's beginning to wear on you, and a nice protagonist asks you a question about it.]
. . . I have two friends of mine here with me. Very dear friends. But I'm from a future a little farther ahead of them, and things have gone a little bit badly for one of them. And for me.
I've been, uhm, struggling with knowing how much to tell them, what will even do them good to know about. Nothing, right? If it can't be changed, then nothing.
Oh, that's right. You had time travel on your profile, didn't you? I noticed that. I noticed that. [He scratches at his arms a little, finding this funny for reasons he doesn't seem like he's going to explain.]
Other than reversing the flow of time, I don't think it can be changed. So let's put that option aside for the moment.
[It's alright. She doesn't seem to want to answer, so he'll drop it. It's dangerous, after all.]
Probably. One thing in particular is more likely to come to light, and is a little more out of my control. The rest, the things only I know . . . I can probably keep a lid on it. I'm good at keeping secrets.
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Miss Eisner.
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Caleb.
How are you? [she's also. looking around him. for cat.]
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Classes are interesting here. Ah, say hallo.
[Frumpkin extends his little paw, since she seemed to like that before.]
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Anything catching your attention?
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Maybe that's the "theoretical" part.
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It all is.
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[they haven't let them do anything else.
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Would you like to eat lunch with me?
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[Normally he might have some hesitation, but there's something very calming about how little she says.]
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[the alliteration is entirely on purpose. she changes direction, inclining her head at caleb and companion as she starts heading cafeteria-ward.]
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Have you done any of the tasks yet?
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Shall we do another?
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[But first, going to the cafeteria, grabbing some lunch for himself.]
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22 slices of cici's pizzaa personal pizza pie, then selects seating a little distance away from whoever else may be here right now.when caleb returns with his own meal, she also has a piece of fish on a small plate, already sitting on the table. she's scrolling through her phone.]
How about... "compassion"?
[she looks up.]
Are you dealing with any conflicts?
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Oh, boy.
A few of them. Um, let me think. [In some ways, the easiest one to talk about is also the one with the most risks to discussing here. And he doesn't know Byleth all that well. But. . . ]
May I tell you something, and ask you to keep it between you and I?
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It won't leave this table.
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[Sometimes there's just - a lot you can't talk about, and it's beginning to wear on you, and a nice protagonist asks you a question about it.]
. . . I have two friends of mine here with me. Very dear friends. But I'm from a future a little farther ahead of them, and things have gone a little bit badly for one of them. And for me.
I've been, uhm, struggling with knowing how much to tell them, what will even do them good to know about. Nothing, right? If it can't be changed, then nothing.
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oh boy]
You know it can't be changed?
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Oh, that's right. You had time travel on your profile, didn't you? I noticed that. I noticed that. [He scratches at his arms a little, finding this funny for reasons he doesn't seem like he's going to explain.]
Other than reversing the flow of time, I don't think it can be changed. So let's put that option aside for the moment.
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Is there any chance you might reveal what you know to them? In behavior or otherwise?
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Probably. One thing in particular is more likely to come to light, and is a little more out of my control. The rest, the things only I know . . . I can probably keep a lid on it. I'm good at keeping secrets.
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