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[drewthetower]

Private convos or messages! These messages may or may not be delivered by raven. Julian's nice like that.

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At some point after the whole bomb talk

[bad_crowmance]

[ So. The meeting was a disaster, for more reasons than one. But Crow's in a pretty good mood when he goes looking for August, waiting until the two are relatively alone— though Julian's probably nearby, and Crow wouldn't expect any less. He raises a hand in greeting. ]

Yo, how's it going?

[drewthetower]

[August, for some reason likely unbeknownst to Crow, is just repeatedly doing a running stitch into a random piece of cloth after that meeting.

It's for stress relief, okay?

He looks up when Crow approaches and sure enough, Julian is perched on a nearby tree.]

Hey. Everything okay?

[Did something else happen?]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Hey, Crow's not here to judge someone's methods of stress relief. ]

Yeah, everything's fine. I wanted to have a chat about that meeting, though.

[drewthetower]

[August mutters something in French ("fucking knew this was coming") but nods and sets his Stabbing Cloth aside.]

Sorry things kinda went...like that. Wasn't my intention.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow doesn't speak French but the tone conveys enough. For his part, Crow is crossing his arms over his chest as he speaks. ]

Nah, you're fine. I was pretty annoyed at first, I won't lie, but then I started really considering how things have to sound from your point of view.

[drewthetower]

Yeah, uh, Jun wasn't wrong. It's literally like hearing someone keeps poison in the kitchen. Why the hell would you do that if you don't want to possibly kill people--but. Yeah.

[bad_crowmance]

Aaaaaaaactually...

[ Crow drags the word out, his own Inner Drama Queen coming out as he savours the moment. It's not pleasure, exactly— he doesn't like talking about his past and he's not proud of it. But he thinks, he thinks— August may stick to the script this time and to be honest, he'd really prefer if someone would do that for once. ]

I definitely expected casualties when I picked up that skill.

[drewthetower]

[A beat.

Two.]

Run that by me one more time?

[bad_crowmance]

The Imperial Watch Tower in the Nord Highlands. The Heimdallr underground. Garrelia Fortress. Sachsen Iron Mine.

[ He's dropped the smile, his expression and tone both deadly serious. His arms are still crossed over his chest. ]

We called ourselves the Imperial Liberation Front, and I was the leader. Our goal was to cause as much chaos and terror as possible, all with one end goal in mind— the assassination of a certain government official. ....Bombs are legal in Erebonia, but what I was doing with 'em definitely wasn't.

[drewthetower]

[Places that mean nothing to August but the rest of that sure as hell does. Now he's just staring.]

You--what the fuck, dude. You're a terrorist?!

[bad_crowmance]

[ He didn't expect August to know the names of the places— the point was the impact. ]

You can see why I didn't wanna bring up how I know how to build bombs.

[drewthetower]

Yeah, no shit--what the fuck. Why the fuck?!

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow raises an eyebrow at that. ]

Does the "why" really matter? I knew what I was doing and the reasons won't wash away the blood I willingly soaked my hands in.

[ His tone is very matter-of-fact. ]

Post da bomb

[whiteshroud]

[It's several hours later before Jun tracks down August. But when he does? He'll walk by and drop a box of bird shaped wagashi sweets on the table in front of August. ]

[drewthetower]

--and you are my new favorite person, holy shit. Are these edible or just for looks?

[whiteshroud]

Edible.

They're wagashi. Sweets made from a bean paste.

[drewthetower]

Fuck yeah--no, Julian, mine.

[The second Jun said they were edible, Julian goes for one and August holds the box to his chest, swatting at his bird with the other hand.]

You can't even eat bean paste! [Probably.] I'll get you crackers later.

[whiteshroud]

[Jun will give a little laugh]

Don't worry, I didn't forget him.

[He'll pull a small bag of birdseed out of his pocket and hold it out]

The shopkeeper said that this was good for any kind of bird, so I hope it'll be fine.

[drewthetower]

[The happiest caw as Julian goes for the seed.]

So long as birds can eat it, he'll eat it. Thanks, Jun.

[whiteshroud]

[He'll scratch his jaw, relieved to see the gifts be accepted]

No need for thanks. I did get you a little dragged into my problems with Lutha, so I thought I should try to make it up to you. Sorry about that.

[drewthetower]

Nah, you're fine. I just kinda ignored it because that is not my business and frankly I just. Don't have the energy to make it my business, y'know?

[whiteshroud]

Really?

Oh....

[...]

W-Well okay! Good! [Muttered] Wish I had known that before I spent the money...

[drewthetower]

[Oops.]

But...seriously, thanks. You didn't have to get the snacks, or tell him to shut up about my dramatics. I appreciate it.

[whiteshroud]

[It's fine! He's got plenty of money, so it's not a big deal

Jun never really knows how to handle thank you's so he glances off to the side an almost embarrassed manner, lifting his hand to cough into it a little.]

Yeah, well ... he's an ass. So.

[That's why!]

[drewthetower]

He is...but okay, racist?

[He said he had no energy to make it his problem but also: gossip.]