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[sub][color=Silver][i]The Siege of Amone, September 26th - [b]Girls, oh what lovely girls...[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	When Michael began to spill the beans of his true emotions, there were two main reactions split between Thomas and Jean alike. For the former, the Oceanic Corporal was met with a strange surprise, smiling and patting Michael on the back gently as he chuckled at the idea of more love blossoming on the battlefield. It was always a great light to bear the fruits of intimacy and compassion amongst the fields of deathly screams, agonising batteries and forsaken forests. Jean, on the other hand, just grinned to himself. It was inevitable to him. Little did Michael actually know, Jean's own poetry practice referenced such an event unfolding, where one would realise their love for the other and admit to feeling something, just [i]something[/i], for their opposing counterpart. Unfurling was part of the process of a flower's bloom, anyway. All it took was the appropriate sunlight to blemish such fragile petals for it to truly show its beauty. Jean liked that a lot. Seeing Michael be happy and the potential to fully fall in love with a girl he had found comfort within brought a silent tear behind his glassy eyes, where somehow Jean resisted the urge to let that tear slide down his cheek. Alone with that thought drenched in his fragile mind, he instead mustered the courage and courtesy to smile fanatically at this revelation he hoped to see. Again, it hadn't surprised him at all. Jean was just glad to see something so beautiful make its way from fiction into reality. It was the little things like those words that genuinely soothed the coarse edges of his sanity. Jean truly appreciated what he heard. The glistens of appreciation, the admiralty of his compassion and the overall sensations of pure love, and perhaps a small amount of lust blended in between, it all came out as one amazing portrait for him to pick apart and study.

	Isaac brought up the desire to reward such acts of honesty to the Cruxian Daunte, and Jean himself couldn't have agreed anymore. However, unlike the opposing Lance Corporal, the Francian held an idea of his own which he wished to share. Folding his arms and leaving back, Jean actually began to smile and speak as if he were a different person. It'd been seen several times at the inn and on the train, but this was the side of Jean that was in its ultimate state of calmness and intrigue.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"I know of ways to reward Michael, trust me."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]For a moment, Jean paused before turning his head away from Isaac and towards the man of question. With a sly grin he nodded and leaned forward, actually preparing to give a real piece of his positive mind towards the underappreciated sapper.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"Honestly, you've done some great work here. I'd have kept Lucia under my wing if I wasn't so busy with being a fool, but you are a charming character who Lucia looks up to. And if you have feelings for her, I can guarantee, my friend, that she does too, they are just being hindered by a man in uniform. I don't exactly appreciate what the Captain is doing, but apparently some Sergeants in the Mortar teams did some digging and found out some stuff about his past 'n' all, didn't sound very pretty for his own mental state."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Jean himself didn't know the details of said rumours or leaks of information because they were quickly suppressed the moment the word got out into the publication of Amone's soldiers. All who knew of the knowledge were told to forget it or reminded that it was but a fateful lie that must not be accounted for, as it could be considered slander towards their superior too. Because of this strange ruse shouldering around the forward operating point, he didn't want to involve himself in any sort of gossip that could hinder the safety or prosperity of his Squad's life. Squad 1 were already under enough flak for not having completed their objective according to the original plan. Upon arrival to the area, Lucia and Jean were torn away from the group to receive the bollockings they apparently deserved. Jean's of course was about the inability to at least attempt the mission, to which Jean could do little to argue against and instead just accepted that perhaps his results were far from satisfactory according to the superior conglomerate of officers that roamed the chain of command. With that issue entailing such difficulty in trust, Jean knew that their overall objective may prove to be harder once more. He'd heard plans of the tunnel raid being incorporated within the upcoming major assault on the rest of Amone, where it would act as a shutdown to retreats, reinforcements and other much needed supplies on a short-term scale. It's perks of doing it at that moment in time would be that it could scatter the entire Imperial defensive force in Amone, causing chaos and disorder throughout their frontline. The worst part about that was having to send Reyna deep into a place she may never return from.

	Out of Thomas' surprise, Jean suddenly started to chuckle to himself. It was unprecedented and outlandish in its ferocity, knowing very well that Jean was not exactly the man of many mood swings as some would consider. However, his mind was playing all sorts of weird tricks on him for the time being, and he conformed to their strange battlements that had besieged the once depressed soul that lurked within. When Thomas blankly, and rather confusedly, gawked at how strange his shift in mood was, Jean finally allowed Thomas and the two friends sat with him listen to the thoughts that crossed his unorthodox muse. Before he got it out, another fit of giggling could be heard from beneath his lips.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"S-Sorry, it's just that...well I was looking at myself, as if I were an outsider or a different person, and thought about how my love life is compared to yours. I mean, I am absolutely over-the-moon if you have feelings for her, Michael, but I remembered how hopeless I am."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Once again, he giggled more and more, almost childishly and uncontrollably, at the way he was wording all that he had to speak.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"Like...you can all guess how easy it is for me to fall in love, right? It's clearer than the tabula rasa itself."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Knowing fully well that the concepts of love and compassion were still rather alienated to Jean as an individual, he found it remarkable that had finally come to the conclusion of his own romantic incursions. What imprudence, he would imagine, that such stupendous occurrences had become of this poor Francian? One who never experienced the joys of a childhood crush, nor the understanding of what it meant to truly love someone outside of your family, until the days he set foot in Garnia. First came Diana and the sweetened girl called Paloma. Instantly he fell into a fit of sweetness in their appearances. Following them was Kalisa and a girl he'd only ever seen a few times in the past, Marielle of course, who brought a new emotion of desire and compassion upon Jean's unfortunate soul. Reyna was a highlight in his life, of course, as she highlighted everything that Jean wanted out of a lover: integrity, determination and simply excellence, of course. Some may have called Jean's actions prepubescent due to the nature of its sudden uproar, but who could honestly blame the boy who'd spent his years behind the closed door of protection with a sister he looked up to? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Jean to truly understand and figure out what he liked in the opposing gender, and with the strange but beautiful cast of individuals all around him, he couldn't help but feel his heart tingle upon the thought of such greatness.

	Even now, when surrounded by hundreds of soldiers he'd never learn the names of, Jean's face continued to fluster whenever he saw someone of interest. In particular, Jean had spied a strange individual who carried a wonderful aura with her. It was hard for the Francian to obviously talk about, but as a Francian he believed in the sense of souls and minds being separated from one another, and that the soul was something you could sense outside of their perceived appearances. And this one girl...he saw her aura, or so Jean would say. Flowing with a viridescent strand of hair, the emerald clover amongst the sea of darkened poppies glistened out without a sense of care or urgency. She didn't feel special, but she most likely was. Jean never approached her nor did he see her again in that moment, but he questioned his own romantic morals after that moment. His heart skipped many beats, on and off of one another, and beckoned the call of salvation of who he really wanted to fall in love with forever.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Oh, you must all laugh at how imprudent I must be."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]His cheeks burned a bright and crimson shade of red, indicating how truly embarrassed he was of his strange emotions. In reality, he wasn't proud to be interested in so many females at the same time, but the concept of love was truly new to him and he just [i]had[/i] to experience what it was like in person. For a poor gentleman of the fallen Robin-Charpentier bloodline, he at least kept a sense of charm and charisma beneath his own belt. Beneath all that traumatic gall that plagued his very existence, Jean was still capable of thinking of romantic pursuits, extravagantly emphasised by the amount of relationships that had begun to sprawl and spread around Squad 1. Lucia and Michael of course were a highlight now, but even Britta and Isaac were another to contemplate. There was Ines and Franz's own encounter and even one between Diana and Victoria, so he heard. All of the scenarios above just made him feel like perhaps love [i]was[/i] indeed possible for a broken man like Jean. And so, once again, he began to laugh:[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"I'm just not very good at it all. My mother and father held me mostly in our locked house for fear of anti-Darcsen gangs getting me, but in turn I never really grew to understand these emotions like you all have. Guess I'm truly that much of a weirdo, huh?"[/b][/color]

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