ercnerd | Catch-all: Claude

[Should Claude enter the coffeehouse at the start of the day, he'll be greeted by a muffled yawn from Sieghart, who's nursing a disposable cup of steaming liquid. He blinks drowsily at Claude.]

Uh? You're up early. Have you eaten yet?

[ Claude is going to pull Sieghart aside for this, away from the children who are very prone to breakdown, and hope that Lucretia can keep them stable in the meanwhile. ]

So what do you make of this? I don't want to alarm the others, but I'm trying to figure out if we should anticipate a fight.

[ Claude is asleep.

There is a book in his hand and a book on his face, and his feet have been thrown over the back of the couch while his head rests on the seat.

But he's sliding, soon to hit the ground.

Rescue him, Sieghart... ]

[It's getting late, which means it's time to head upstairs and stretch his legs on a bunk.

Sieghart lifts his head from the couch, takes one look at the stairway, and decides that he won't be hopping any more stairs tonight. With the words of his fear glowing dimly against the bandaid on his face, he shoves his left arm under his head and closes his eyes. Good night.]

[ When Sieghart decides to stretch his legs and explore the field, he might notice a shadow suddenly above him, a familiar lizard hovering over his head.

It's Claude's wyvern. Claude himself waves from the bleachers. ]

[Come noon, Sieghart reclines on a lounge chair by the pool with his oversized sword propped up beside him. He's not here to tan, being clothed as he is, but to nap out in the light. He's having a grand time by himself.]

[ Hello, wanders over to Sieghart's jail. Good thing Claude doesn't know that Sieghart hates his guts. ]

So now you've been on both sides, hm?

[ Claude will visit Sieghart in his bedroom! ]

Hey. Feeling well enough for a visitor?

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