You aren't wrong. There is an unbelievably high number of physically attractive people in this hotel right now.
His name is David. He put his number in my phone.
[ He actually set himself to Balthier's favorites. He also is a technopath and upped the security on Balthier's phone, but Balthier has no idea what that means. ]
Ugh. Sandstorms are the worst. It's so hard to get out of ... everything. I wish you luck.
[ Peter's words about the Confluence and time do help, and he appreciates it. He sighs, lying back on his bed with his legs hanging off the edge. He hasn't really talked about this yet. Doesn't mean to. ]
I hope you're right. We had...well we'd spent the last few months teamed up with a runaway queen, her infuriating body guard, and two idiot teenagers, well the girl wasn't an idiot, the boy was. Fran and I were just trying to life a priceless gem from the old palace treasury, like you do, when we crossed paths, and next thing I knew we were fighting to save the Empire from tyrants and self-absorbed immortal gods. We'd just stopped them, or at least the rogue god. I killed my father to do it. Thought he was under the god's control -- turns out he was just a tyrant himself. He'd created weapons that could wipe out entire cities in the blink of an eye. But still my father, you know. Still feels strange. Hadn't had much time to think about it. We ran off to stop the Emperor. Succeeded, but Fran got hurt on the escape. I went back for her. The ship was going down. That's the last I remember. At least the Queen should have been restored to her throne. Probably should have told her I was in love with her in retrospect. Oh well. That wasn't going to go anywhere.
[ There you go Peter. He likes who he likes.
At Peter's next question he sits back up. He knows how Peter feels about this, and he doesn't really want to distress the poor lad. He's enjoyed his company, and he's sweet.]
I joined the Society, but before you get too worried, they have a strict code of ethics. I'm a thief, but I'm not a monster. And I don't trust people who say they are the good ones; the Empire was horrific, all in the name of good. I'd rather make my own moral decisions. And have money to support my expensive tastes.
If you need anything, while you're figuring things out, you can ask me. I've been alone and penniless before. I have no doubt you'll get through it fine, but it helps to have some people to lean on.
[ Maybe that's why he feels kindly toward Peter. Reminds him of being 16 and alone. ]
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His name is David. He put his number in my phone.
[ He actually set himself to Balthier's favorites. He also is a technopath and upped the security on Balthier's phone, but Balthier has no idea what that means. ]
Ugh. Sandstorms are the worst. It's so hard to get out of ... everything. I wish you luck.
[ Peter's words about the Confluence and time do help, and he appreciates it. He sighs, lying back on his bed with his legs hanging off the edge. He hasn't really talked about this yet. Doesn't mean to. ]
I hope you're right. We had...well we'd spent the last few months teamed up with a runaway queen, her infuriating body guard, and two idiot teenagers, well the girl wasn't an idiot, the boy was. Fran and I were just trying to life a priceless gem from the old palace treasury, like you do, when we crossed paths, and next thing I knew we were fighting to save the Empire from tyrants and self-absorbed immortal gods. We'd just stopped them, or at least the rogue god. I killed my father to do it. Thought he was under the god's control -- turns out he was just a tyrant himself. He'd created weapons that could wipe out entire cities in the blink of an eye. But still my father, you know. Still feels strange. Hadn't had much time to think about it. We ran off to stop the Emperor. Succeeded, but Fran got hurt on the escape. I went back for her. The ship was going down. That's the last I remember. At least the Queen should have been restored to her throne. Probably should have told her I was in love with her in retrospect. Oh well. That wasn't going to go anywhere.
[ There you go Peter. He likes who he likes.
At Peter's next question he sits back up. He knows how Peter feels about this, and he doesn't really want to distress the poor lad. He's enjoyed his company, and he's sweet.]
I joined the Society, but before you get too worried, they have a strict code of ethics. I'm a thief, but I'm not a monster. And I don't trust people who say they are the good ones; the Empire was horrific, all in the name of good. I'd rather make my own moral decisions. And have money to support my expensive tastes.
If you need anything, while you're figuring things out, you can ask me. I've been alone and penniless before. I have no doubt you'll get through it fine, but it helps to have some people to lean on.
[ Maybe that's why he feels kindly toward Peter. Reminds him of being 16 and alone. ]