"Oh, well, if this place doesn't have electricity, please help that one along first." Manabu's mouth twitches into a brief, crooked smile. "Those last few weeks without it back there was...rough. So let's...let's not repeat that if we can help it, yeah?"
Not to put all the responsibility for keeping the lights on upon the shoulders of a kid, but. Hey. Manabu will have no problem nearly getting himself killed stringing up power lines if he's gotta.
"Oh, don't worry, if this place doesn't have electricity, that's gonna be my first port of call. I do nooooot wanna go back to living without that."
He doesn't seem too bothered with the responsibility, he's had worse put on his skinny little shoulders, after all- he sounds like he feels he can deal with such a task. Please don't get yourself killed playing with electricity, Manabu. Don't do that to yourself, buddy.
"Hopefully that won't be the case- guess we'll find out when it gets dark, huh?"
"Already making a plan, huh..." Manabu's expression shifts out of that dubious politeness to something more considerate. "Guess I better start figuring out what I can do, too."
"Oh yeah!" he grins, excited. "I don't do sitting idly really all that great. I gotta be doing something,/i> or I go crazy. And I'm sure there's plenty you can bring to the table."
Manabu lets out a polite, empty laugh in his exhale, expression a little pained at that for a second before he can shake his head of it.
"Ye-yeah, sure." Maybe? But if this is really Deerington 2.0, then...he better not hold his breath.
That's nothing to lay on Varian, so he is quick to push past that. "But you're right. Something's...better than nothing. Auh, may I...have that back...?"
He gestures for the saber back. "If that's okay with you."
Varian glances down at the saber, then clears his throat, handing it back. Maybe a few years ago he would have made a run for it with the thing, but he's trying to be better. He rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepishly.
"Thanks for letting me look at it. And I'm pretty sure it counts as yours even if it's...not really," he shrugs. "I mean- unless someone else from your world shows up and it's theirs. "
"Right." Manabu's mouth twitches, mirroring the sheepish look in his own way. "And if that's true, I hope they're not the sort to hold a grudge."
But it's the weapon of pirates and outlaws, so who even knows! Even so, it's a little something familiar, and Manabu can't help but feel...beholden to it? Or at least responsible for it.
"Still, if it needs finer tuning than what I can figure out...I know at least one person I could go to about it."
"Hah, or at least can accept an easy mistake, right?"
DOubtful, but they can hope! Maybe it'll be a reasonable pirate. Stranger things have happened! Varian nods enthusiastically, very much looking forward to any opportunity to look at the saber some more.
"Oh, absolutely!! I'm always happy to have another look at it. I'd love to learn more about how it works."
Manabu makes an agreeable sound and nods, even managing to pull something of a lopsided smile. Going from the grim talk of Deerington to the prospect of discovering safer mysteries in the futures is probably significant for the both of them, though Manabu's not self-aware enough to notice.
With a few thank-yous and nice-to-meet-yous, the two strangers-turned-acquaintances part ways to finish their own investigations.
They'd run into each other again, whether they mean to or not. Maybe coldbloods flock for warmth...
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Not to put all the responsibility for keeping the lights on upon the shoulders of a kid, but. Hey. Manabu will have no problem nearly getting himself killed stringing up power lines if he's gotta.
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He doesn't seem too bothered with the responsibility, he's had worse put on his skinny little shoulders, after all- he sounds like he feels he can deal with such a task. Please don't get yourself killed playing with electricity, Manabu. Don't do that to yourself, buddy.
"Hopefully that won't be the case- guess we'll find out when it gets dark, huh?"
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"Ye-yeah, sure." Maybe? But if this is really Deerington 2.0, then...he better not hold his breath.
That's nothing to lay on Varian, so he is quick to push past that. "But you're right. Something's...better than nothing. Auh, may I...have that back...?"
He gestures for the saber back. "If that's okay with you."
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"Thanks for letting me look at it. And I'm pretty sure it counts as yours even if it's...not really," he shrugs. "I mean- unless someone else from your world shows up and it's theirs. "
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But it's the weapon of pirates and outlaws, so who even knows! Even so, it's a little something familiar, and Manabu can't help but feel...beholden to it? Or at least responsible for it.
"Still, if it needs finer tuning than what I can figure out...I know at least one person I could go to about it."
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DOubtful, but they can hope! Maybe it'll be a reasonable pirate. Stranger things have happened! Varian nods enthusiastically, very much looking forward to any opportunity to look at the saber some more.
"Oh, absolutely!! I'm always happy to have another look at it. I'd love to learn more about how it works."
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With a few thank-yous and nice-to-meet-yous, the two strangers-turned-acquaintances part ways to finish their own investigations.
They'd run into each other again, whether they mean to or not. Maybe coldbloods flock for warmth...