heaven / lucas

[midway]

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[midway]

[ Hmmm. ]

I guess I do know facts about people. But I'm not great at understanding them. I feel like you'd exceed me in that.

[faithkept]

[He looks a little surprised by that, too.]

You do? [A considering pause.] I think that I give decent gifts, but there are many others I know who have a much better knack for it.

[Yves...]

...In any case - would you like a bit of help while you look, then?

[midway]

Certainly.

[ Looking over their craft options. ]

Who do you think you'll make your gift for?

[faithkept]

I think Gabriel could use a bit of cheering up.

[THE GUY IS CRUMBLING.]

Perhaps the younger ones, as well... Do you have anyone in mind?

[midway]

I thought Koharu.

She seems the least likely to misunderstand.

[faithkept]

Oh! I think that's a wonderful choice. She could use a little cheering up, as well.

[midway]

I thought so too... Maybe I'll make her a stuffed toy? Or does that seem condescending...

[faithkept]

If you personalize it, I think it would make for a cute gift. You could send her a bear holding a heart and decorate the heart?

[midway]

This is starting to sound complicated...

[faithkept]

Is it? But it's just a little stuffed toy with a cute personal decoration. You could do anything along those lines that you might want to, you know. Even just tying a nice ribbon around one's neck.

[midway]

Rather than making the entire bear?

What are you going to do, anyway?

[faithkept]

Precisely so.

[A nod!]

I think I'll just stick with something simple, like paper flower crafting... I'm not very skilled with things that require small detail work.

[Every time some ugly ass flower thing showed up it was him.]

[midway]

No? You seem like you'd excel in all things related to homemaking.

[faithkept]

Do I? [It's the wife look.] I do fine with cleaning, but admittedly, I can't cook well either...

[midway]

You do seem like you'd be suited to being a housewife.

I'm surprised you can't cook, though.

[faithkept]

[He looks like he is not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not but is choosing to do so...]

Ah, well... It's more of the same issue, really. I have trouble cutting and peeling things, or holding things that are too fragile if I'm not paying close enough attention.

[The number of times he has just shattered eggs completely while trying to crack them.]

[midway]

[ SO DIMITRI OF HIM ]

You are surprisingly strong... Despite your looks, you would do well as a labourer.

[faithkept]

[HE IS... VERY DIMITRI IN SOME WAYS. He's not in his Catholic Guilt Era at least. But there's a faint little laugh at that.]

I suppose I would, wouldn't I? My father did want for me to follow in his footsteps and become a member of the public guard, but I always admired my mother's work as a teacher more.

[midway]

[ . . . ]

Have you ever tested the limits of your strength?

[faithkept]

Tested the limits? In what sense...?

[midway]

Like, for example, if you could lift a house.

[faithkept]

Oh. Well... Yes, I've tested my limits in similar ways before. Though I've never tried to lift a house, I have been able to break through reinforced concrete and steel and the like...

[midway]

[ Interest. ]

You must have increased endurance as well, given your strength?

[faithkept]

[A little knit at his brow.]

I do, yes... Agility, speed, so on.

[He is almost as fast as a car for some reason. Why? Why did God let him do this?]

[midway]

[ Wow... ]

Forget about lifting a house, you could probably build a house in a single day.