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[Leia shields her face, wincing when she sees the creature bounce off the force field. So they are still around after all. It's like they can turn invisible. She seems awestruck when she opens her eyes again, mouth hung up open with disbelief when she sees her pen in IV's hand.

That's all?

She starts laughing, the longer she stares. Finally, she'll take it.]

That was awesome! [And all that for a pen... She holds her hand up towards IV excitedly.] Come on, high-five me.

[High-fives are so juvenile. In spite of this, IV raises his left hand to do the deed. His right hand starting from the forearm is still dripping, and he'll run his left hand down on it to brush off the rest of the water after the celebratory gesture.]

Let's leave before you drop it again.

[On that light note, he heads for a bench to sit down in the gardens, mindful to keep his sleeve up to his elbow until his arm dries.]

[If he thinks that's juvenile, he's going to love the way she kicks up her feet afterwards and starts bringing around her other hand, as if that weren't the end of it.

It's a gesture that's short-lived for many reasons (lucky him): namely that one, he isn't Alvin, and two, he's already walking away. She lowers the hand left hanging, wondering what could have come over her as she quietly trots after him towards the bench.]

...Thanks.

[She tucks the (wet) pen back in her pocket, and puts away the notebook too that she'd set aside after she dropped it. In her purse it goes; at least she didn't space about picking that back up as well.]

[He totally, completely misses the fact that that was supposed to be an extended high-five.

Settling on the bench, he rests his damp forearm on the back. The childish pride in him is satisfied by how they showed the alien fish, and so the gratitude doesn't strike him as necessary.]

It's back, but I can't guarantee it'll still work once it dries.

[She shakes her head, taking a seat after him. The gratitude is always necessary; he will learn.]

It's okay! If not, I can just keep it as decoration. I'd never throw it away after all that.

[She glances down and holds her hand over that pocket protectively, as if to check that it's still there.]

[His gaze follows the various passersby as he takes in the beautiful scenery before him. He lets Leia's tone speak for her body language, which he isn't seeing.]

"Never"? You're sentimental. It's just a pen.

[She is sentimental, though she's not entirely sure that's the point here. She nudges him lightly upon noticing that he isn't actually paying any attention.]

It's my favorite! Besides, yooou just risked your hand for that pen, buster.

[After warning her about it, no less.]

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[At the nudge, he looks over at last, shrugging.]

Those fish have been terrorizing the populace long enough. We should show them now and then.

...... Why can't you just say "You're welcome" like a normal person?

[At least he's looking at her now; so Leia meets his eyes. It sounds like a rhetorical question, and yet...]

[IV smirks, a mirthful breath escaping his nostrils.]

You can't actually be bothered by that? Fine. You're welcome.

[She wasn't, and surprise, the question was kind of rhetorical. Hearing him say it is satisfying nonetheless though, so she meets that smirk with a grin.]

There you go. That wasn't so hard.

[Annnd she'll show mercy and leave it at that.]

What brings you here, anyway?

[All right, that's enough teasing. IV rolls his head to look up at the calm sky, which otherwise appears so busy everywhere else due to the plethora of technology.]

The quiet. It helps to get away from the noise once in a while.

[Whoops. So much for that, she thinks, but at least she can confidently say that with her, there's never dull moment. There's a light shrug as she laughs sheepishly.]

It is good for that.

Weird stuff starts to happen if you get too far in, but otherwise it's gorgeous.

"Weird stuff" happens everywhere here. Even our existence is . . .

[He trails off, his expression taking a solemn turn. Their being here is merely the result of fickle fate, which can change at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it's better that way.]

[Leia's laughter fades quickly, and her expression changes to match. She turns to meet his eyes after he trails off, because... well, that's not exactly the reaction she'd been expecting.

She agrees, of course, that weird things seem to be the norm, but...]

Our existence is... [Is what? She's not entirely sure what he means by that. That it's weird?]

[......Trying to read his mind just isn't working.]

What is it? Is something wrong?

[It's not stable at all, as far as their stay goes. He huffs and tilts his head back, basking in the light, his posture lax.]

Nothing's wrong. My brother's not here anymore. That's all.

["That's all," he says.

...But now things make a little more sense, and her shoulders slump, because it's possibly the one thing she can't help him with. She learned it first hand.]

I don't know that I'd call it nothing.

Sorry, but I had no idea.

How could you have? I never said he was around.

[He works at his rolled up sleeve, pulling it down over his dried arm and then working on the bracelet's placement. As far as he's concerned, he's glad he's the only one of the brothers here again.]

He didn't belong here.

[She can definitely feel how glad he is, yes. But even though he never told her his brother was around, she still feels like she somehow should have known.

They're friends, aren't they? Then again, she doesn't have any siblings, so it really never came up, did it...?]

Still, I wish I could have met him.

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[Still adjusting the bracelet, the shrug is evident in his tone. Who knows? He doesn't keep tabs on the people III has met.]

His name is Michael. He has pink hair.

[Pink. IV's eyes are pink, she thinks idly. It's one of her favorite colors, but she's not sure that matters much now. She feels like she would remember someone with pink hair, but there were so many costumes that day when they were all forced into that photoshoot.

She did see someone though, didn't she?]

Maybe...

[She trails off in thought. But no, she can't know for certain.]

I'm not too sure.

But... why do you say he didn't belong?

[There aren't that many boys with pink hair, IV thinks. If it's a maybe, they can narrow it down later.

Finished playing with the placement of his sleeve under the bracelet, he drapes his arm over the back of the bench again.]

This isn't a place for someone like him. He has things to do back in Heartland.

... We all had things to do.

[She doesn't want to get homesick. She doesn't want to think about her mom's cooking, about Jolyne and the others at the newspaper, about Elize, Teepo, Alvin... Rowen.

She shakes her head.]

You too, IV. Don't you have more trophies to win, and... and more titles to earn, things like that?

You still made a place for yourself here, and I think that's really great.

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