I think I would prefer to rest. These rooms aren't fit to host guests in, regardless.
[So no, but Mel at least gets some politeness. But even if he wasn't as poorly as he'd been at his worst, Emet-Selch was not in a condition for visitors. (A lack of interest in visitors he would claim on any day, which was a wholly separate and malleable thing.) And accepting more charity was... difficult.
So he would hunker down until his feet were passable in use if not in form, and hope nothing else changed in the meantime. Maybe he would try to leave his regrowing feathers alone.]
But no, I've not seen a reason to go up there. Does it have a good view?
[Or would it simply feel better for the bird to be up high, and outside?]
[ And she is not going to get into the shared bathrooms or what passes for food from the cafeteria. If she never sees another dish with gelatin in it, she will be most grateful. Put all of that together for someone who has always enjoyed her privacy and open space — even before this restlessness that overtakes her at times — and it's a terrible concoction. It feels suffocating being at the Valentia.
And they'll have to leave soon, anyway, she supposes. ]
It does. I go up there to draw sometimes.
[ Chalk drawings, since they'll wash away easier. Or to simply sketch in the pad she's gotten. The point being: ]
It's not the same as flying, of course. But it's close enough and far enough removed from people that it feels nice sometimes. And no one else goes up there besides me that I've seen. I won't intrude on you — but perhaps it'd feel nice to have a few hours of space.
[ And perhaps it would mollify that soul of his for a short time, and he can have some peace. ]
[It was an easier thing to complain about, at least. Soon enough he'd also have to nest somewhere else. Even if it ended up being a moldering car, right now he'd have a hard time calling it a downgrade....
It was mildly irritating to consider her suggestion and find it somewhat appealing, and not know whether it was his own restlessness at work, or the bird's that was the primary motivator. But it wouldn't be the worst thing to give into.]
But I might try seeing the roof for myself, one of these days. It will at least be a break from these same walls. Thank you for the idea.
[Whether he caught her drawing or not... but the point would be the space, the elevation. Even maybe the quiet, at the right time of day. People who didn't want to be birds, looking over it all.]
I think you'd enjoy it. And no one would be bothering you.
[ Unless Takasugi goes up there looking for her again; she can't make promises about that. But beyond that one time, no one else has gone when she's headed up, and she thinks she can have reasonable certainty in that, at least. The heat might not be ideal but perhaps he'll enjoy the sun on his feathers, and it might make up for the war in his body and souls. ]
If nothing else, the view is spectacular.
[ Even apart from the bird, she's always enjoyed those kinds of views. It had always been such a pleasure to look out at Piltover from her balcony. It's not all glitter and gold...but she thinks it'll do the trick. ]
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[So no, but Mel at least gets some politeness. But even if he wasn't as poorly as he'd been at his worst, Emet-Selch was not in a condition for visitors. (A lack of interest in visitors he would claim on any day, which was a wholly separate and malleable thing.) And accepting more charity was... difficult.
So he would hunker down until his feet were passable in use if not in form, and hope nothing else changed in the meantime. Maybe he would try to leave his regrowing feathers alone.]
But no, I've not seen a reason to go up there. Does it have a good view?
[Or would it simply feel better for the bird to be up high, and outside?]
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[ And she is not going to get into the shared bathrooms or what passes for food from the cafeteria. If she never sees another dish with gelatin in it, she will be most grateful. Put all of that together for someone who has always enjoyed her privacy and open space — even before this restlessness that overtakes her at times — and it's a terrible concoction. It feels suffocating being at the Valentia.
And they'll have to leave soon, anyway, she supposes. ]
It does. I go up there to draw sometimes.
[ Chalk drawings, since they'll wash away easier. Or to simply sketch in the pad she's gotten. The point being: ]
It's not the same as flying, of course. But it's close enough and far enough removed from people that it feels nice sometimes. And no one else goes up there besides me that I've seen. I won't intrude on you — but perhaps it'd feel nice to have a few hours of space.
[ And perhaps it would mollify that soul of his for a short time, and he can have some peace. ]
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[It was an easier thing to complain about, at least. Soon enough he'd also have to nest somewhere else. Even if it ended up being a moldering car, right now he'd have a hard time calling it a downgrade....
It was mildly irritating to consider her suggestion and find it somewhat appealing, and not know whether it was his own restlessness at work, or the bird's that was the primary motivator. But it wouldn't be the worst thing to give into.]
But I might try seeing the roof for myself, one of these days. It will at least be a break from these same walls. Thank you for the idea.
[Whether he caught her drawing or not... but the point would be the space, the elevation. Even maybe the quiet, at the right time of day. People who didn't want to be birds, looking over it all.]
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[ Unless Takasugi goes up there looking for her again; she can't make promises about that. But beyond that one time, no one else has gone when she's headed up, and she thinks she can have reasonable certainty in that, at least. The heat might not be ideal but perhaps he'll enjoy the sun on his feathers, and it might make up for the war in his body and souls. ]
If nothing else, the view is spectacular.
[ Even apart from the bird, she's always enjoyed those kinds of views. It had always been such a pleasure to look out at Piltover from her balcony. It's not all glitter and gold...but she thinks it'll do the trick. ]