[ reim is helping, sort of. since sierra is carrying most of the weight, reim can at least keep it from tipping over as long as sierra doesn’t fall first, but it is still an awkward and stupid position to be in.
she takes a careful step forward, putting her faith in reim not to let this statue kill them both. ]
[he is doing his best!! his best mostly involves the statue-moving equivalent of being the person on the up end of getting a big couch up a flight of stairs, but it's better than absolutely nothing.
luckily he's tall, he can keep up with any weird statue gait. to the baths...]
I will politely decline, thank you. [he would just Prefer Not To, honestly. gross, muscle training.] Also, I suppose it's worth mentioning... this is Duke Barma.
[this is definitely the best time to mention these other details.]
[ a little labored, but genuinely interested, as if she’s trying to pretend that she’s not hauling a statue across town. it’s unbecoming to show her effort. ]
Your boss… from home? The man with the… stuffed bird collection.
[ this sound would be a laugh if she had the steadiness for it, but instead reim gets an amused hum. she’s no stranger to people immune to aging, so she doesn’t even think to question his young and incredibly handsome face. ]
I have… no complaints. I’d hate to receive an ugly statue.
Well, you could have. Master Rufus is not always so put-together, you could say... [sometimes he's a meatball and reim is forced to play along and Dad Pranks are the worst kind.]
[ god, no! her horny dreams are already crumbling. ]
…how ominous. Tell me more.
[ she shifts the statue in her grip, and she wonders how much longer it is to get to ruga… why couldn’t reim have stayed put and made this future trip to the onsen a thousand times easier on her? she deserves a little sip as payment. ]
He has a particular gift for disguise, you could say... and his favorite is, hmm, a fat little balloon with a terrible grin that only knows how to scream.
[ sierra feels extremely lucky that this statue turned out as handsome as it did, knowing what the town could have pulled from reim’s memories. it’s partially good timing that she takes a moment to pause and set the statue down, to catch her breath. ]
And you still serve him so faithfully… I’m impressed.
[could have been a terrible meatball!! you're welcome, sierra.]
Yes, well, he may be eccentric, but he did raise me, more or less. I did tell you I was about six when I began working.
[taking care of weird old men is his life story... even when sierra puts the statue down, he still has his hands on it for an extra few beats; it's a goofy thing, but he'd be upset if a barma-shaped anything shattered on him.]
Mm. I am not sure where he is, actually, but I suppose he could still find a way to be brought to this place. At the cost of the remainder of my free time...
Oh? Would you try to balance us both? I didn’t realize you enjoyed my employment so much.
[ sierra puts her hands on the statue again, bracing herself to lift it. her only solace in this is that no one but reim is seeing her right now, so that means she can still pretend she’s frail and weak when it’s convenient for her. ]
[ into her arms once again the statue goes, and she has a slightly better grip on it this time now that she knows what to expect. it’s still not fun to lift, but she’s doing what she can. ]
Don’t get cheeky.
[ as if this isn’t just how they talk to each other ]
[reim helpfully provides balance and hoverhanding, again - he doesn't think she'll drop the statue, but if rufus barma's head cracks off, it's going to take more obtuse wishes to put it back on.]
Oh, do you think so? That's high praise, coming from you.
I should think I know you at least that well by now.
[this is his greatest achievement, surely... the real pressing issue now is how to get this thing through the bathhouse's front door without smacking it on the walls. hmm.
[ she’s the one who started it, so she can’t just shut it down because she’s embarrassing herself. they do need to figure out how to move this statue in, though, so she’s going to put it down until further notice. ]
If you’d like to simply call me “Sierra” in private, I will allow it.
[if only they could just slide it around without destroying the floor... the final hurdle: doors.
that said: oh! he blinks, at the statue first because he's puzzling over the Door Problem, then looks at sierra. even immediately after making a point of knowing her well, this is still something of a surprise-- but he does know her well enough to see the significance in it, so there is that.]
[ maybe the statue is just going to have to live out here until someone else can help her move it into its appropriate location. reim would be upset, probably, if they left it to the elements—but doesn’t ol’ rufus make a nice door greeter? ]
You will still refer to me with a title when speaking of me to others.
[ but her instruction is less cold than it could be. ]
You say that so casually... [like it's reasonable, he means. what is so wrong about someone moving a statue through an inconvenient doorway so they don't have to?? sierra doesn't know how to delegate at all.]
Like a battering ram! How horrible. Do you hate your boss so?
[ she laughs as she says it, though. it’s not actually a bad idea if they can figure out the angle to turn it, but reim is going to be no help here thanks to his noodle arms. ]
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[ reim is helping, sort of. since sierra is carrying most of the weight, reim can at least keep it from tipping over as long as sierra doesn’t fall first, but it is still an awkward and stupid position to be in.
she takes a careful step forward, putting her faith in reim not to let this statue kill them both. ]
Your next task… is muscle training.
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luckily he's tall, he can keep up with any weird statue gait. to the baths...]
I will politely decline, thank you. [he would just Prefer Not To, honestly. gross, muscle training.] Also, I suppose it's worth mentioning... this is Duke Barma.
[this is definitely the best time to mention these other details.]
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[ a little labored, but genuinely interested, as if she’s trying to pretend that she’s not hauling a statue across town. it’s unbecoming to show her effort. ]
Your boss… from home? The man with the… stuffed bird collection.
[ incredibly, she’d been paying attention. ]
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[he definitely looks, like, younger than reim, but like sierra he is a dirty age cheater, so reim just lets that part go without explanation.]
I did not ask for a statue of him specifically, so I can only assume the town is digging around for inspiration without permission, as it were.
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[ this sound would be a laugh if she had the steadiness for it, but instead reim gets an amused hum. she’s no stranger to people immune to aging, so she doesn’t even think to question his young and incredibly handsome face. ]
I have… no complaints. I’d hate to receive an ugly statue.
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Well, you could have. Master Rufus is not always so put-together, you could say... [sometimes he's a meatball and reim is forced to play along and Dad Pranks are the worst kind.]
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…how ominous. Tell me more.
[ she shifts the statue in her grip, and she wonders how much longer it is to get to ruga… why couldn’t reim have stayed put and made this future trip to the onsen a thousand times easier on her? she deserves a little sip as payment. ]
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He has a particular gift for disguise, you could say... and his favorite is, hmm, a fat little balloon with a terrible grin that only knows how to scream.
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[ sierra feels extremely lucky that this statue turned out as handsome as it did, knowing what the town could have pulled from reim’s memories. it’s partially good timing that she takes a moment to pause and set the statue down, to catch her breath. ]
And you still serve him so faithfully… I’m impressed.
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Yes, well, he may be eccentric, but he did raise me, more or less. I did tell you I was about six when I began working.
[taking care of weird old men is his life story... even when sierra puts the statue down, he still has his hands on it for an extra few beats; it's a goofy thing, but he'd be upset if a barma-shaped anything shattered on him.]
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[ sierra should probably not go near anyone reim knows. ]
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Mm. I am not sure where he is, actually, but I suppose he could still find a way to be brought to this place. At the cost of the remainder of my free time...
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[ sierra puts her hands on the statue again, bracing herself to lift it. her only solace in this is that no one but reim is seeing her right now, so that means she can still pretend she’s frail and weak when it’s convenient for her. ]
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Please, Lady Sierra, don't act as though you wouldn't try to keep me around.
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Don’t get cheeky.
[ as if this isn’t just how they talk to each other ]
You’re just… the most competent person in town.
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Oh, do you think so? That's high praise, coming from you.
[and it might be true... he was born like this.]
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[ sierra doesn’t smile, but it’s in her voice, a tint of amusement showing through the sound of her labor in getting the statue to the bathhouse.
once they’re close, she speaks up again. ]
You know…
[ … ]
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[this is his greatest achievement, surely... the real pressing issue now is how to get this thing through the bathhouse's front door without smacking it on the walls. hmm.
ah--] Hmm?
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[ she’s the one who started it, so she can’t just shut it down because she’s embarrassing herself. they do need to figure out how to move this statue in, though, so she’s going to put it down until further notice. ]
If you’d like to simply call me “Sierra” in private, I will allow it.
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that said: oh! he blinks, at the statue first because he's puzzling over the Door Problem, then looks at sierra. even immediately after making a point of knowing her well, this is still something of a surprise-- but he does know her well enough to see the significance in it, so there is that.]
...I would like that, actually. Thank you.
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You will still refer to me with a title when speaking of me to others.
[ but her instruction is less cold than it could be. ]
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Yes, because I speak of you so often...
[he kind of does, a little, but never mind that. he has manners.]
I'll remember, don't worry.
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[ now that that display of feelings is out of the way, sierra can return her attention full force into the business at hand. ]
I hauled it all the way here, and I’ll be furious if someone else shows up and manages to move it with ease. We need to figure this out on our own.
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Perhaps... turned sideways?
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[ she laughs as she says it, though. it’s not actually a bad idea if they can figure out the angle to turn it, but reim is going to be no help here thanks to his noodle arms. ]
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