I meant the town in general! [it's called from a room over, as Manabu's already on the move. seriously, he can't really sit still in a place like this! it goes against everything his brain keeps telling him to do or try! at least rummaging can help satisfy some of those anxious, nagging voices for a bit...he just has to not listen to the ones decrying this as a horrible waste of time and resources.
maybe...just focus on instead that someone's actually going out of their way to make sure he's fine? like, needlessly so? it's weird. James doesn't even come from the same place, so there's really no homeland obligation to look out for him, and considering how much he protested so much as basic conversation at the onset...
Manabu pokes around the shared living spaces, his focus on deck of cards to keep from getting distracted by some of the weirder knick-knacks.
...like the really weird, lumpy hat near one of the doors. Amara doesn't strike him as a hat-person, so it must be this elusive other tenant's? who knows.
books, miscellaneous office supplies, a bucket of old gardening gear...some funky board game, he thinks? oh--no. it's a jigsaw puzzle, apparently. eh.]
Here.
[Manabu returns after a while, putting the boxed deck on the kitchen table, sliding it in James' direction as he moves around to plop down in the seat opposite.]
I'm not really good at this one, [shocking.] but I know the basic rules.
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maybe...just focus on instead that someone's actually going out of their way to make sure he's fine? like, needlessly so? it's weird. James doesn't even come from the same place, so there's really no homeland obligation to look out for him, and considering how much he protested so much as basic conversation at the onset...
Manabu pokes around the shared living spaces, his focus on deck of cards to keep from getting distracted by some of the weirder knick-knacks.
...like the really weird, lumpy hat near one of the doors. Amara doesn't strike him as a hat-person, so it must be this elusive other tenant's? who knows.
books, miscellaneous office supplies, a bucket of old gardening gear...some funky board game, he thinks? oh--no. it's a jigsaw puzzle, apparently. eh.]
Here.
[Manabu returns after a while, putting the boxed deck on the kitchen table, sliding it in James' direction as he moves around to plop down in the seat opposite.]
I'm not really good at this one, [shocking.] but I know the basic rules.