[ and with that, he stretches to his feet and breaths a quiet sigh; though Falco has given him a lot to think about... a good deal of it concerning, he felt content that he had made a new friend today. after the way they met, he had hardly expected things to go so well. ]
So who are you headed off to meet? I’m curious who you like spending your time with here, Falco~!
Oh, a baby...? [ wait what there is a baby here, excuse him... he's just going to keep that particular concern to himself, clearing his throat and motoring right along ] W-wow, that must be quite exciting! Watching over a baby...
We really were . . . He's brave, really considerate, and looked a lot like me, just older? Did I mention he was a strategist? He was even allowed to advise our captain and— he always took care of me.
[ it's a lot of gushing, a touch the same as when he spoke of gabi if not just more familiar and looking up to the eldest—and that wording might've been a fast way to throw a bucket of cold water on something so warm. falco seems wistful as they walk, still a smile to him that's as longing as any for a brother already gone. it didn't help too much to add that falco felt blame for it, but before he can feel any more melancholy: ]
Oh, but— Please don't feel bad for asking! I like talking about him.
[ ...mm, it definitely doesn't escape his notice that Colt is being spoken of in the past tense. even if the verbiage hadn't tipped him off, then...
that quiet sadness in Falco's smile would have. so... his older brother was...
...his brow furrows, softly ]
Falco, I'm... sorry. [ ...the priest can't help but ache in particular empathy, on this subject. ] He sounds... he really sounds wonderful. I would've really liked to have had the chance to meet him.
[ the people who've been kind and look after him the same way, colt would be grateful. falco's hand reaches to pat at the priest's arm. it's alright. ]
[ he's trying to imagine what Colt was like - imagining a taller, broader-shouldered Falco. a strategist, he said... sharp witted, probably friendly if his younger brother's disposition was any indication. he's smiling softly to himself, when the question stirs him from thought.
...Abel glances down at him as if surprised - really, it's been a very long time since anyone had asked him much of anything personal. there's a hesitation before he answers ]
No, I... [ ... ] ...not anymore. [ it's a bit quiet. ] I have a younger sister, but... we don't see each other very often. I guess you could say work keeps us apart.
[ ...the rest, for a long time have been--
--he nudges gently at his glasses, and smiles brightly ]
I have many good friends by my side, and I can't help but think of them as family now... so I'm never lonely! I'm just glad they're patient and kind enough to put up with me, you know...? I really should be more grateful, I think. Maybe I'll try to remember to say 'thank you' when I get home.
[ a sister . . . falco may not understand the context that abel truly means, but in its simplistic form, he thinks he can relate— like how the military kept him and his brother from their parents for quite a while, yes? he thinks he can understand. as they walk, falco’s softened smile seems to grow the more he mentions friends, and at that . . . he hasn’t thought of it like that. ]
That’s a good idea . . . Maybe I should do that more, too. [ oh— he points!! ] It’s that house, over there.
[ a house rather than a cottage all the way down the street, but it’s good to point things out already. ]
Perfect~! [ their destination is within reach, and Abel gives Falco a gentle pat of his head, mussing his hair fondly. ]
Okay, then I'll part ways with you here for now. Please have a good time and do your best to take it easy, alright...? We'll do something fun next time we meet, so I want you to look forward to it~!
[ father abel . . . ! is so good. so good. falco gives a wave as he goes in the direction of the awaiting house with a grin. if abel wanted to bring him more comfort from the eventful day, he definitely did. ]
[ Abel waves him off with no shortage of affection. this kiddo...... ]
I'll see you soon...! Give Leon a hug for me...!
[ ...and he waits to ensure the boy safely gets into the house, before he heaves a quiet but relieved exhale, the fond smile at his lips lingering despite himself.
well, it seems... Falco isn't the only one who's drawn a bit of comfort from the day. he turns in the direction of home, and it must be his imagination... but his footsteps feel a bit lighter ]
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[ and with that, he stretches to his feet and breaths a quiet sigh; though Falco has given him a lot to think about... a good deal of it concerning, he felt content that he had made a new friend today. after the way they met, he had hardly expected things to go so well. ]
So who are you headed off to meet? I’m curious who you like spending your time with here, Falco~!
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[ he hops off his porch, grabs his backpack to swing around his shoulders and snags the lunchbox he was given. ]
I like taking care of Leon— he’s a baby Mister Mandalorian’s looking after, so while we talk and he gets some rest, I get to watch him.
[ he....... baby. large sibling, protect. ]
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[ not that all babies weren’t special, but— it always did seem that he was being understood whenever he spoke to it. that and the magic. ]
Colt got to do it when I was that size. I didn’t think I would’ve, so I’m glad for that.
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[ he smiles fondly at him as they walk; it wasn’t hard to see the boy had warm feelings for his sibling. ]
What is he like, Falco? Are the two of you close?
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[ it's a lot of gushing, a touch the same as when he spoke of gabi if not just more familiar and looking up to the eldest—and that wording might've been a fast way to throw a bucket of cold water on something so warm. falco seems wistful as they walk, still a smile to him that's as longing as any for a brother already gone. it didn't help too much to add that falco felt blame for it, but before he can feel any more melancholy: ]
Oh, but— Please don't feel bad for asking! I like talking about him.
[ it made him feel closer, somehow. ]
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that quiet sadness in Falco's smile would have. so... his older brother was...
...his brow furrows, softly ]
Falco, I'm... sorry. [ ...the priest can't help but ache in particular empathy, on this subject. ] He sounds... he really sounds wonderful. I would've really liked to have had the chance to meet him.
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[ the people who've been kind and look after him the same way, colt would be grateful. falco's hand reaches to pat at the priest's arm. it's alright. ]
Do you have close family, Father Abel?
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...Abel glances down at him as if surprised - really, it's been a very long time since anyone had asked him much of anything personal. there's a hesitation before he answers ]
No, I... [ ... ] ...not anymore. [ it's a bit quiet. ] I have a younger sister, but... we don't see each other very often. I guess you could say work keeps us apart.
[ ...the rest, for a long time have been--
--he nudges gently at his glasses, and smiles brightly ]
I have many good friends by my side, and I can't help but think of them as family now... so I'm never lonely! I'm just glad they're patient and kind enough to put up with me, you know...? I really should be more grateful, I think. Maybe I'll try to remember to say 'thank you' when I get home.
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That’s a good idea . . . Maybe I should do that more, too. [ oh— he points!! ] It’s that house, over there.
[ a house rather than a cottage all the way down the street, but it’s good to point things out already. ]
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Okay, then I'll part ways with you here for now. Please have a good time and do your best to take it easy, alright...? We'll do something fun next time we meet, so I want you to look forward to it~!
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I'll hold you to that, Father Abel!
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I'll see you soon...! Give Leon a hug for me...!
[ ...and he waits to ensure the boy safely gets into the house, before he heaves a quiet but relieved exhale, the fond smile at his lips lingering despite himself.
well, it seems... Falco isn't the only one who's drawn a bit of comfort from the day. he turns in the direction of home, and it must be his imagination... but his footsteps feel a bit lighter ]