Gustav had no idea how long he'd been ambling about, steering well clear of the churchies, and it was probably better that he didn't know. As it was, he ambled over in time to (selectively) hear the latest application.
... well, this one certainly wasn't churchy. And something about him seemed vaguely familiar, if not in a particularly warm-and-fuzzy sense. Though he wasn't eager to head back to Ivalice given the marvelously bright future awaiting him there, he was still feeling rather uprooted (and the geographical confusion in his discussion with Balthier (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1415103.html?thread=71986111#t71986111) didn't help). On some level he didn't quite mind the prospect of being talked down to for a bit in a familiar fashion, just to remember how much he hated it. Nobody had ever accused Gustav of excessive cleverness.
"Ah. Well, hello," he said, unconsciously straightening up and trying to put on his knight face. "You seem to know where you're headed, at least."
He wondered if he should inquire as to whether the blowup dolls involved gunpowder.
If he'd had any idea what they actually were, he probably would have doubled over pointing and laughing. But then again, considering how his own social life had dipped in the aftermath of that Incident with the Hokuten, maybe not.
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Gustav had no idea how long he'd been ambling about, steering well clear of the churchies, and it was probably better that he didn't know. As it was, he ambled over in time to (selectively) hear the latest application.
... well, this one certainly wasn't churchy. And something about him seemed vaguely familiar, if not in a particularly warm-and-fuzzy sense. Though he wasn't eager to head back to Ivalice given the marvelously bright future awaiting him there, he was still feeling rather uprooted (and the geographical confusion in his discussion with Balthier (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1415103.html?thread=71986111#t71986111) didn't help). On some level he didn't quite mind the prospect of being talked down to for a bit in a familiar fashion, just to remember how much he hated it. Nobody had ever accused Gustav of excessive cleverness.
"Ah. Well, hello," he said, unconsciously straightening up and trying to put on his knight face. "You seem to know where you're headed, at least."
He wondered if he should inquire as to whether the blowup dolls involved gunpowder.
If he'd had any idea what they actually were, he probably would have doubled over pointing and laughing. But then again, considering how his own social life had dipped in the aftermath of that Incident with the Hokuten, maybe not.