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She frowned at him as he sat. "You shouldn't bother trying. I'm no good with words."
He came back shortly after with some rocks and wood, setting up a campfire.
"I was upset. You knew I wouldn't be able to return home, but gave me that sliver of false hope anyways. Would you rather me be upset all the...
He looked unsure, getting up to gather supplies for the fire, heading towards the woods for some sticks.
"I'm not your friend," she said with a small shake of her head, going to sit down once they got to the library. "I'm just.. leverage. That's it."
He was already setting up his blanket with a frown, clearing an area for a small fire. "A kite?" he asked, still focusing on his task.
She crossed her arms, looking at the floor and not meeting his gaze. "I'm not saying I won't do it. I just remembered that's the only reason I'm...
This didn't seem to make him feel any better, and he still looked skeptical and a little suspicious. He stopped, dropping his bag. They were still...
She frowned a little, as if suddenly recalling her circumstance and the situation. "Right.."
"What is under your cloak?" he asked again. "Are you going to try and kill me with it?"
She was watching ahead, but looked interested. He would be able to tell when she was comfortable and not as nervous. Her gaze would be relaxed and...
He glared lightheartedly. "Whatever. What's under your cloak? What are you hiding?"
"What do you mostly do in the library anyways?" she asked curiously, looking up at him.
He pointed at where it would be hidden. "Under your coat."
She looked a little surprised, but nodded obediently. "O-Okay..!"
He squinted at his bag. "Thanks.. What were you making, anyways?"
She relaxed a little, looking back at Luce, her head slightly tilted. "I'll try that, then."
"Okay, that first conversation isn't done. Secondly, we might want to camp and wait for tomorrow before heading into the woods. It's dangerous...
Calliope looked stricken with all the unfamiliarity, looking around with a small panic. She didn't necessarily seem uncomfortable, just a little...
He squinted, crossing his arms. "What did you hide under your coat? Show me."
