Eighth Crash [Action/Voice]

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{In today's episode Ginji can be found refilling a metal dish suspended from a tree with seed and peanuts. If you guessed "bird feeder", give yourself ten points! After making sure the feeder's still attached securely to its branch, Ginji will make himself comfortable on the lawn and pull out his journal. He'll sit there for a while, enjoying the fresh air and the milder weather, before starting a new entry.]

Hey everyone. So...what's it like for you back home? Do you come from a large family or a small one? Have you set out on your own or still live with your parents? Got any siblings? Kids?

I'd like to know.

[After the voice post is finished, he'll spend the next few hours watching any animals that might wander over to the feeder and run through a few sketches of different wing shapes.]

Comments

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[dissonates]

...I know the jays. They used to flock the garden back in Daath, always fighting each other. I always thought they were smarter than they looked- like they knew exactly where they lived. I suppose that's just behaviour, though.

[Not that he's an expert by any means, but Daath is a bland place to live when you're not interested in the church at all. And after everything he'd learned, there wasn't a thing in the world that interested him less.]

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They're the only birds I know much about, since I wear one. [And, you know, since he was one.]

But, when you say it like that, just about anything could be excused by behavior; it's kind of a letdown. Like wouldn't it be cool if they did realize they lived somewhere important and thought they were the keepers of some giant stone monument?

[The suggestion's made lightly, but who knows. Maybe birds have special places, too. Ginji watches them again for a moment, mulling on what Asch just said. The guy doesn't say anything much about himself, usually... It's worth a shot in the dark.]

Did you visit the garden a lot?

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[dissonates]

Mm.

[He has a good point about the birds, so Asch doesn't argue, merely makes a noncommittal noise and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He generally doesn't like to share such things, but talking about a garden is harmless enough.]

I used to. Because of who I was, Van assumed it would be safer if I was kept in seclusion until I got old enough that my presence wouldn't raise suspicions. My lodging was more or less in the middle of nowhere, one of the back gardens behind the church. Tourists generally weren't allowed there, so there was no chance of someone from Kimlasca recognizing me.

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[broji]

[Ginji just sort of plunks himself down there on the grass, arms resting across his knees. Turf is a widely underrated lounging option, okay.]

[But besides that, it's somehow not very difficult to imagine a younger Asch staying in just such a place.]

Sounds peaceful. And I'll bet it was nice to look at with all the flowers blooming.
Kind of lonely, too, though. I think I'd go crazy if I had to live by myself all the time.

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[dissonates]

Is that why you were so willing to come over here all the time when you were still in the apartment?

[He can sort of understand. The fact that he'd been... well, used to living with people is the main reason why he'd agreed to share a place with Luke when Guy had gone home the first time.]

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[broji]

No, not really. I'd have still done it, even if I lived in a house full of other people.

[Really, Asch, how often is this guy not willing to do things for other folks? As long as it isn't handing over his airship, anyway.]

But I guess I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling a little down at the time.

[What with Noelle disappearing, and that whole scene in the rain, and Luke, and Guy, and Asch dying and coming back and. Taking that all in and then trying to get back into the swing of things hadn't exactly been a breeze.]

For some of us, life's just better when you're sharing it with other people. Besides, you seemed bored out of your head. I thought you wouldn't mind someone helping to break up the monotony.