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The Fourth Sortie [Accidental Voice]

[Thirteen's mostly been keeping to himself lately, staying indoors where it's warm and enjoying what works of literature he can pick up from the library. Though, he's been checking out other books lately as well, specifically what few books on aeronautics engineering are available and occasionally history books from his homeworld of Strangereal. He's currently reading one of his aeronautics books, but he pauses to look out his window to the snow-coated village.]

Never did like the snow. I'll be glad when the spring comes... maybe then I'll be able to...

[He trails off for a moment there.]

Heh, well. We'll see. For now, just have to enjoy what I have...

[Yellow 13 is taken for this event. Please wait until Grune arrives before posting in voice. If you want to knock on his door, though, feel free.]

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Oh, what sorts of things do you have?

[Hey, it's that woman... Grune. Hearing her voice really brightens his day, strangely. He can't resist letting a smile cross his lips here. It probably shows in his voice.]

Life. Good books. Music. [A pause.] ...Good friends.

Those sound like very good things. They seem easy to enjoy!

They are.

[A sudden loneliness overtook him. He'd... been spending far too much time in his room, just barricaded away from the rest of town. The coming war was on his mind, but... he couldn't just live isolated from everyone he's wanting to protect. Grune... was definitely one of those people. ...He was so sure of that now. Without thinking much, he continued speaking.]

...Grune, didn't I promise you I'd play you a song in person?

Hmm... did you? I don't seem to remember that.

[...This didn't surprise him. Nor did it really bother him. He set aside his book, picked up his journal and stood up. His guitar was in the corner. He had freshly tuned it last night, so it was ready to play.]

I believe I did, last time we spoke. Would you like me to make good on that promise now?

Oh, my. That sounds wonderful!

Great! Where would you like me to meet you? Anywhere's fine.

Hmm... [ You should probably suggest somewhere, she's trying to think up somewhere and can't remember any places 8| ]

[...Yeah, that much is clear. Best pick something easy to remember. And something she might be drawn to.]

The fountain in the square?

Ah, alright. I'll be there right away.

[And of course, he'll grab his guitar and fighter jacket and head out the door. His pace takes him to the fountain quickly. He's eager to see her. When he finally gets there, he stands beside the fountain, and slowly scans the area for her.

The question is... just how long is he going to end up waiting before she shows up?]

[ Oh, not too long! Okay, maybe a little while.

...

Maybe a bit longer than a little while.

...

Ah, there we are! She finally approaches the fountain. ]

Hmm, why was I headed here again?

[After awhile, Thirteen had just decided to sit down on a bench nearby. ...He had a feeling something like this would happen. But he really didn't feel upset by the long wait. ...he had even made sure to clean off the bench of all the snow so she could sit down as well.

When he finally sees Grune, he waves to her and beckons her to approach.]

Grune! I'm over here!

Oh! [ She waves back and walks over. ] What a nice surprise meeting you here.

[...He really wish he could say he was surprised to hear that. But no. He's not. A little frustrating, honestly, but it's not her fault. Plus, seeing her smile... just sort of melts it all away.

Her presence is nothing short of enchanting. Even if she could scarcely remember ten minutes, she was a beautiful, kind woman. But in spite of her charms, Thirteen managed to keep his cool.]

I guess it is. I have a song to play for you. Would you like to sit down?

Alright. [ She moves to sit down right next to him. ] What sort of song is it?

It's a song from home. A rather nice piece, I think.

[With that, he strums his guitar once experimentally. Sounds okay. And then he begins to play this song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhyOURHm6_0)]

[ Grune listens quietly until he finishes. When he's done, she claps softly. ]

That's such a lively song. It's very nice, but kind of sad, I think.

It is. But it's an old favorite of mine. And... well, so's this one.

[He begins playing again. This time, it sounds happier, but deliberate... a love song. Ah, the wonders of Spanish guitar.]

[ She just listens quietly, leaning against him a little. ]

[And he'll just keep playing... though she may notice him turn red a slight touch when she leans in against him.]

[ She doesn't :< But she's enjoying listening to him a lot! ]

[Eventually, the song will end, and he'll just glance down to Grune. There's a gentle, sincere smile tugging at his lips, though he says nothing for now.]

[ She shifts a little against him, not opening her eyes yet. ] Mmm, very nice...

[Her weight gently leaning into him sends warmth through his body. This feeling... he hadn't experienced it in a very long time. Too long. But he knew what it was.

Love. This woman, as strange as she was, stirred powerful emotion in him. Even when he met her, he felt an odd connection. But he was sure of it.

But... could she feel the same way? Memory problems hounded her, as Senel had said. Would she even remember enough to have any feeling about him at all? He wanted to know, but how could he? Such a question...

Absently, he began playing another love song he knew from home as he replied to her.]

I'm glad you like it, Grune.

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