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[dyingworld]

Good enough to giggly hysterically for hours?? I doubt it! Nothing is that good on its own.

[mincingminuet]

You don't know that!

Anyway. Are you...busy with anything?

[dyingworld]

Right now? Not at the moment. With Lightning back from our world now, I've been taking it easy.

[He really should pick up some more work.]

Why? Need a hand with something?

[mincingminuet]

Well yes, actually. I'm trying to move some stuff around in my apartment but I'm short.

[dyingworld]

Well you're in luck. I happen to be the opposite.

[mincingminuet]

Then if you don't mind? I'll buy you a drink after.

[dyingworld]

[He wouldn't have said no to her with or without the drink...]

Sure. I'll head over now, just let me know where your place is and I'll see you soon.

[mincingminuet]

[And she will send him that mental address.]

Door's open, so come in as you like.

Action;

[dyingworld]

[He finds it easily enough, he's fairly good with directions. When he reaches the door he'll give a light knock before peeking his head in as it's unlocked as she said.]

Anyone home?

[mincingminuet]

[And she is there, basically sweeping towards him immediately, pulling him inside. Her home is nothing special, just a few large couches and bookshelves that are mostly empty, all heavily cushioned with a plush rug. She's more about texture than any particular appearance, and it all appears to be soft of soft and warm. Like old blankets or something.]

Glad you could make it. Thanks for coming.

[dyingworld]

Ah- ...

[He goes with her as she pulls him inside. He's curious enough to glance around. The apartments were always on the smaller side but she's done well to make it homey. He mildly wonders if she'd be fond of homemade furniture. Something the Cocoon house has made Noel's sole responsibility. He likes making wooden furniture.

But, nothing to bring up right now.]

No problem. I can't leave short people to fend for themselves, after all. [A light smirk.]

[mincingminuet]

I appreciate it. I...really just need help hanging up some stuff. Tapestries and things.

[She gestures towards a pile of them on the table.]

I can't really do it by myself, even if I'm in a chair. It just doesn't work, and I hate the look of bar wall.

[dyingworld]

Well, let's get started.

[Noel will move over to the pile of them on the table, picking one up and unrolling it.]

Just point where you want em.

[mincingminuet]

Alright thanks!

[She points out several places on the wall, bare patches between bookshelves.]

There, basically. Doesn't really matter what goes where, I just want it all covered.

[dyingworld]

[He nods at her instruction and goes over to a wall to start mounting one up. He raises his arms to work, making good use of his slightly over six feet tall stature. dem biceps]

So any reason you want it all covered? [He asks, curiosity in his tone.]

[mincingminuet]

Yeah.

[She takes a small one and starts picking places out for them, laying them out so Noel can actually get them up easier.]

A bare wall is an empty one, and that makes it feel less lived in. Less...homey I guess. And this is my home for now.

[dyingworld]

[Finishes with one, he inspects his work shortly before he moves to another but glances at Penelo too.]

Yeah. Are you anxious to go home someday?

[mincingminuet]

Well...Yes? Sort of.

[Though she's not saying this quickly, a considering pause breaking up her thoughts.]

I want to get back to my friends, more than home. Home's where you make it, and they'd enjoy themselves here.

[dyingworld]

[He nods and lets out a soft laugh as he agrees. He reaches up to pin another to a wall, turning away from her.]

What's that cheesy saying? Home is where the heart is?

[He's been lucky enough to have Serah and Lightning here. But he knows the ache of missing friends too.]

Who knows, maybe they will show up here too.

[mincingminuet]

That's something I've never heard before but it makes sense. I mean, it sounds nice enough.

[She definitely gets that, and rather than get in the way, she starts into the little kitchen area, pouring some water.]

Maybe. Though that might be trouble. A whole crew of rowdies here?

[dyingworld]

[He pins another one up on the wall and takes a step back to check it and crosses his arms.]

Something from a book, I think.

[Then he glances the way she went.]

Rowdies, you say? Someone like you has rowdy friends?

[mincingminuet]

[That gets a laugh. A big one.]

I did tell you I'm a sky pirate, right? Did you expect me to have calm, peaceful friends?

[And she is totally fierce and rowdy herself. don't mock her.]

[dyingworld]

[He smirks and laughs.]

You don't exactly look like a pirate, Penelo, I was picturing a gaggle of people just like you.

[Mocking, 100% mocking.]

[mincingminuet]

Well, you know a gaggle of people like me would have trouble crewing a ship. Some places are high up you know.

[dyingworld]

Put footstools everywhere.

[He laughs. He... Hasn't been in a good mood like this for a while.]

Tell me more about your friends. The tall ones too.