19 • [voice|action]

[endthem]

[aside from helping with whatever festival-related whims his brothers have had, Legato has managed to avoid most of the chaos so far. And now that the energy in town is finally beginning to die down as the sun's light whittles away, he leaves the shelter of his house to lounge out on the porch.

After he sits in the early-spring evening for a

Comments

[voice]

[thedicearecast]

You know, I've never really thought about it.

[Amelia's been going to the festival since she's been a child. It's just always been there.]

I'd have to say it's tradition, I guess. And it's fun.

Have you ever gone yourself? [Probably not. Crowds aren't Legato's thing.] If you haven't, maybe you should. You could find something you like about it for yourself.

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

[Don't worry, Legato. Amelia is smiling too.]

I don't know. [She shrugs a shoulder, moving to take a seat beside him on the porch.] Not here.

[action]

[endthem]

You must be getting more stealthy.

[and this is what he'd wanted. Sitting out in the still-new evening, watching the town begin to tuck itself away for the night, and not having to do so alone. Something unspoken about him settles a bit as she seats herself beside him, something maybe bordering on content]

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

Or maybe Vash doesn't spend every second of the day playing big brother. [Amelia understands both sides of the ongoing feud, and she's careful not to take sides. Legato is important to her, and so is her family. She refuses to pick one over the other.] He'll come around. Maybe.

[A girl can dream.]

[At the moment, however, that same girl can place her hands on the porch behind her, leaning back as she out at the village and the sky.]

It's beautiful out tonight.

[action]

[endthem]

[he just mumbles a wordless sound of skepticism at her first comment. He isn't holding his breath for Vash to change in any way any time soon. That man is one of the only people he has ever met whose stubbornness rivals his own.

He's glad not to think about him any longer however, when Amelia turns his attention to their surroundings]

It's a shame that they are too busy rushing around with their all-important festival to notice it.

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia won't comment on that little sound, largely because she's hoping for happier conversation. Things aren't headed in that direction, however, and she lets out a soft sigh at Legato's complaint.]

You and the festival. Why is it bothering you all of a sudden?

[action]

[endthem]

[the sigh he breathes is one of resignation. A few answers rattle around in his head, the ones he's been giving to others, but none of them completely fit if he wants to be perfectly honest with himself.

So... after a few moments, he admits something he would only admit to her]

...I don't know.

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia smiles for Legato's sake, but in truth she's worried. There's nothing wrong with what he's asking, of course--she's just wondering what it means.

And apparently, so is he.]

Well. I'll listen if you want to try talking it out. Or we can always just go to it. That's still probably the best way for you to figure things out.

[action]

[endthem]

I doubt it will answer much.

[though, that doesn't mean that he won't go with her if she wants to go. It also doesn't mean that he won't talk through what comes to mind. He really just has to be difficult before he can cooperate]

I suppose I see this festival as a celebration of the town as a whole... and I don't see what about it is so worth celebrating. Especially to his absurd degree.

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast]

[Well, it isn't a no. Amelia can work with it. As he expands, she'll smirk a bit in his direction.]

Funny. That sounds a lot like what I hear about you. People keep wanting to know what I see in you, why I'm with you...why I'd risk burning down the housing building to make you dinner.

[She laughs a bit.]

Nothing's perfect. But there are good things about you and this town. And when people are happy about something, they like celebrating, even in ways that seem crazy. What's the harm in that?

[action]

[endthem]

[well... that comparison kind of stings, but he can't exactly argue it. He's acutely aware of his reputation. He wouldn't even have cared, had it not been coming from her.

And, it is for this reason that the comparison actually sticks, and he takes time to consider it instead of automatically letting it roll off of him]

Point taken.

[though, unfortunately, his opinion of this town and his opinion of himself aren't that terribly different, so his view doesn't shift much. It just settles a little quieter]