“Right! The train station! Let’s go find it!” Readjusting her grip on the swords, she began walking down the road again. “Do you know where we are right now?” She’s forgotten that she ‘wasn’t lost’.
"Uhm…“ Emil tried to recount on what was happening next, eyes glancing around carefully before– ”We’re a-about … a few miles from the port town, Palmacosta?“ Emil offered, a bit unhelpfully. He, personally, had never heard of the train station before (nor even really knew what that was) so it was … erm, a bit of a problem for him as he glanced to the side.
”From there we could t-take a boat, but that’s not a train … do you kn-know what a train looks like?“
Anonymous: (keyofkresnik) Elle tugs on Emil's scarf repeatedly and with quite a lot of force for someone her size. "Lean over already!" She demanded with an impatient huff. The moment he does she leans in and kisses him on the bridge of his nose
“I’m l-leaning, I’m leaning!”
Emil giggled lightly, smiling as he knelt down onto his haunches, her lips catching the bridge of his nose and he blinked in surprise before laughing. “Thank-you for th-the kiss!” How sweet of her, he was indeed glad he’d gotten to know this girl –Elle– he mentally had to insert the name, thinking about it for a few seconds to automatically put it in the next time he thought of her.
“Bad habit huh? I’ve never heard anyone talk like you before but I’m sure if you try really hard then you’ll overcome it!” Elle offered encouragingly. “I don’t think it’s that bad anyways.”
“…” Emil didn’t know how to respond to that.
Certainly, he’d been told many times he’d ‘get over it’, and also that if he were to just work a little harder it’d go away, but it never seemed to work there was still always that tinge of a word tripped up on too fast a tongue or too slow of thoughts…
“Thanks…” he mumbled it softly, “I’ll k-keep trying. But for now, let’s f-focus on getting you to that station, r-right?”
Clearly struggling with the package in her arms, she considered Emil’s offer to carry it for her. She was tiring, her muscles sore from the blades that were quite heavy for someone her size, but she hesitated at the thought of letting them go. She shook her head, pulling them closer to her chest.
“No, these are my daddy’s. I can carry them.” She was loathe to part with one of the very few things he had left her with.
“Why do you keep talk funny like that?”
“It’s f-fine, I understand…”
Truthfully, had he anything of those false memories besides them, he would hold onto them as well. It was an odd thing, especially now, since he wasn’t one to be … too sentimental, but he couldn’t help himself. Some part of him wanted those parents, wanted those people to be there, those memories to be real, despite the obvious means that they weren’t…
“Talk … funny?”
There was a pause, eyes going wide in realization to what she was talking about– “O-oh! Y-you mean my … e-erm…my s-stuttering?” Trying to offer an awkward laugh, he tried to skim over it– “It’s u-uhm… a bad habit…f-from when I was younger…”
Her irritation at their unexpected contact melted away at the boy’s warm expression and kind words. ”Since you’re so nice, I guess I can forgive you.”
“And you can come, but only because you owe me!” Although she won’t admit it, Elle felt relieved at the offered company. “My name is Elle, and I’m looking for the Tri-something station!” She bent over to pick up the large, wrapped package she had dropped when they bumped into each other.
“Tri-something-station…” Emil repeated, the curious look upon his face. He’d never heard of such a place, but if she insisted on going there, Emil wouldn’t argue and try to help! As she said, he did ‘owe’ her after all. He had to stifle a little bit of a laugh before soft eyes and the package she held seemed a bit out of place…
“Well, unfortunately I…I’m n-not going to be much help there…” He offered her a hand, “but two heads are b-better than one, Elle. So I’ll h-help you look.” There was an odd thing Emil learned. Or at least with kids, even if something didn’t exist, a person who whole-heartedly tried to help them, would come out far better in the end for it then those who brushed it off as insane, unreal… so, just because Emil had never heard of such a station, didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try be of help, “Would y-you like me to hold that package f-for you so you don’t have to h-heft it around so much?"
Elle opens one eye cautiously when she’s finally set down onto solid ground. Someone was fussing over her in a familiar manner, but the source of said fussing wasn’t anyone she knew.
“I’m not lost!” She declared (yes, she actually was), batting away the boy’s hands stubbornly. “Who are you anyways?”
”M-my name’s Emil,“ it was simple to say such, green eyes warm to the sight and a smile to match the enthusiasm. His head tilting to the side, ”So, if you’re n-not lost … would you like me to accompany you at the l-least?“
His head tilted to the side, an awkward laugh escaped his lips, ”A-after all, it’s the least I could do for bumping in-into you like that. Who knows? M-maybe I could help you.“
Emil’s smile was happy, having caught the smaller child and setting her down, brushing off her clothes carefully and checking for scrapes. His eyes closed as he giggled–
”Did you g-get lost? I c-could help you find your way home. or help y-you look for someone…“
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