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If the girls he had met here were any indication, then no, girls were not fun. Not that Derec would admit that out loud, but he was pretty sure Lienna was going to either stab him at the first chance or shove him into a fire or something. And there were plenty of topics to talk about, too! The layout of this place was the first thing that came to mind--Derec had never encountered something like this before. They could talk about the plants that surrounded them, they could talk about weapons, techniques, schoolwork...the list went on.

And of course, the conversation kept going in an uncomfortable direction.

Shifting in place, Derec let himself sink into the water a little. [color=turquoise]"It's not easy for the poor lady left behind by the noble,"[/color] He ended up muttering. [color=turquoise]"I think it's better that kids get to grow up with both parents in a committed marriage."[/color]

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[color=lightblue]"--and Professor Roland recommended looking into it, so I thought I'd give it a try, at least,"[/color] Isaac threw a few jabs above the water, grinning.

Olivier crossed his arms. [color=lightblue]"I've only ever seen you with an axe, it'll be weird to see you fight with anything else,"[/color] He admitted. [color=lightblue]"I might mistake you for an enemy."[/color]

[color=indianred]"I'll back you up with a spell,"[/color] Victor stated, throwing Olivier a thumbs up.

[color=lightblue]"Wh--Traitor!"[/color] Isaac gasped as Olivier returned Victor's gesture.

The black-haired boy slicked his hair back for a moment, though he was more attentive as Rudolph spoke to him. He opened his mouth to respond before noticing that Isaac had slipped and fallen into the bath, flailing about before Olivier helped him up.

[color=lightblue]"Did you slip on something?"[/color] Olivier asked him.

Pounding his chest with his fist, Isaac tried to steady his breathing. [color=lightblue]"Didn't--see--him--"[/color] He managed to choke out.

Victor was a little surprised that Isaac had let Rudolf scare him so easily, but ignored him for the moment and instead turned his full attention to his fellow Eagle. [color=indianred]"It's a pleasure to see you again, Rudolf,"[/color] He returned his greeting cordially. [color=indianred]"I'm honored you remembered me! Truly, we have our glorious Goddess to thank for our reunion. But there's no need for discomfort, my friend. Despite having the hair of a mop, my friend Isaac is in fact nobility from Faerghus."[/color]

Isaac stopped coughing long enough to throw a look of disbelief at Victor. [color=lightblue]"That's a low blow coming from someone who looks like they stuck their head in a chimney,"[/color] He shot back as Olivier laughed.

Victor chose not to respond to him and continued, [color=indianred]"And the silver-haired lad there is none other than Olivier Ubert Gaspard. His family was a big help in the reconstruction of the Western Church and frequently trades with our territory in the West."[/color]

Olivier offered a bashful wave as Isaac let out a huff of disproval, irked at the difference of introductions.

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