[The guild smells quite nice when Rean comes back, like a nice risotto, the scent wafting into the front room through that kitchen door. Joshua's behind the desk, looking up from some paperwork to grace Rean with another impenetrable smile.]
Ah, it looks like you succeeded. Good work. Here's the client's address for you to copy into your notebook.
[slides the assignment posting across the desk, then looks back to his own work.]
Welcome back. Congratulations on completing your first job with our branch of the Bracer Guild.
[Joshua goes through the process of paying Rean, then lets himself out from behind the desk and leads him out to the kitchen, where a piping hot plate of nice pasta awaits each of them.]
Think of it as a warm welcome. Toval and the others will start circling like hammerheads if we don't eat soon, and I can't afford to feed every bracer in town on my pay, so don't count on this as a habitual thing.
Oh yeah. I doubt you'd know her, but she's a dear... Friend, I guess. A really impressive maid by the name of Sharon. You just... Kind of have that same mysterious but a little dangerous, friendly but scary aura.
[kind of. pauses. for a split second. if it were anything less than comparing him to an ex-colleague of his the reaction would be far less obvious, but. that sure is what Rean just did.
Joshua catches himself and quirks a wry smile.]
She sounds terrifying. I'll consider myself in good company, then.
[Rean's oblivious about some things, mostly things to do with himself, but he's unfortunately very sharp about other people have feelings unrelated to him. He arches an eyebrow and finishes a bite of pasta.]
You've met her.
[It's less a question and more a surprised statement.]
I guess Bracers have all kinds of backgrounds, huh?
[Does that mean he knows Joshua was Ouroboros by the implication? Yes, but on the other hand it could be taken to mean he thinks Joshua was a butler or something, too.]
It does make this line of work more exciting. Everyone has such an interesting life story. Whether or not they share it, it's nice knowing there's a lot of diverse perspectives.
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[And he'll head out.
It is. Two hours later when he comes back looking frazzled but with a caged target.]
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Ah, it looks like you succeeded. Good work. Here's the client's address for you to copy into your notebook.
[slides the assignment posting across the desk, then looks back to his own work.]
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Thanks! I'll be back after I get this guy home.
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[but he has an air of gently teasing Rean]
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[At least this Joshua guy seems friendly, if inscrutable. And Rean is quick about delivering the bird and returning.]
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[Joshua goes through the process of paying Rean, then lets himself out from behind the desk and leads him out to the kitchen, where a piping hot plate of nice pasta awaits each of them.]
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[He's going to dig right in.]
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[settles in to eat his meal as well.]
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...This is really good, though. I'd love your recipe.
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I'll be sure to write it down for you.
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Joshua catches himself and quirks a wry smile.]
She sounds terrifying. I'll consider myself in good company, then.
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You've met her.
[It's less a question and more a surprised statement.]
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Then leans back, squaring his shoulders.]
We were associates, once.
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[Oh. Well. Well then!]
I guess Bracers have all kinds of backgrounds, huh?
[Does that mean he knows Joshua was Ouroboros by the implication? Yes, but on the other hand it could be taken to mean he thinks Joshua was a butler or something, too.]
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It takes all sorts, or something like that.
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