Seasons don't work like this, yeah, they don't. I didn't even--out of nowhere...
[Jack trails off with a sigh; he'd been about to add something more to that, but then it's just easier to fall quiet and peer at the screen for awhile. It takes him a couple of moments to realize that Zelos's surroundings are rather familiar, and coupled with the way he's looking around--oh, he's on the deck...and looking up, over his Compass and down to the area below, confirms that well enough. Same familiar red hair, though the lack of a pink coat to clash alongside it is still a bit jarring...]
[...Ah, wait, had he said something--?]
What--? [Far too belatedly, at Zelos's comment about the lack of breezes, and by the time Jack refocuses on his Compass the other feed clocks off.]
[Blinking, he shifts the device off his knees and onto the floor, and leans forward slightly, staring down at Zelos where he stands now quite close by and waving.]
...A walk? Well--sure, I guess-- [Much as the idea of standing up feels like a daunting thing, for--some reason, no, why would it be daunting? It shouldn't be daunting at all! That's stupid--]
[But it's still harder than expected, climbing to his feet; Jack makes a good attempt at it, and the wall's good for some support, but he only manages to achieve a low crouch for a moment, doubling over for a moment as the vertigo hits sudden and entirely unexpected: a sort of nausea he hasn't had to deal with for decades...]
[Alright, no, no more doubling over, stop that there's an audience here--with a deep breath, Jack fumbles around for his Compass, pockets that, fumbles around for his staff, finds that, and the cool wood is somewhat bracing to grip on, lessens the ache-coming-from-everywhere a bit. And every bit counts.]
...Hold on... [He doesn't look down to where Zelos is standing--for no reason in particular (though peripheral thoughts are apprehensive about what sort of expression might be on the guy's face, somehow)--instead focusing on...okay, a staff's good for leaning on a bit, and he can straighten and pull upright now, just so--]
[Man, after this, getting down from the awning surely shouldn't be too difficult...]
[Zelos is quiet for a good moment at the start. Enough to give Jack a nice chance to get things together and hop down. But things don't go as smoothly as that, and he's left watching the poor guy deal with who knows what sort of feelings that come with this whole... elemental business. Weather business. Whatever anyone wanted to call it.
He rests his right hand on his hip now, watching for just a bit longer-- long enough for Jack to grab his staff at least-- before commenting in that rude way he does.]
Man... You're really beat, huh? [As if this is some revelation he hadn't had until now, and not some terribly obvious thing since before they'd even spoken in person today. With a light teasing that he hopes doesn't come across too harsh, he continues.]
Come on, it'll be worth it. Or do I have to carry you there? [He even snickers a little at his own joking around, holding out his arms now to imitate the motion.]
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[Jack trails off with a sigh; he'd been about to add something more to that, but then it's just easier to fall quiet and peer at the screen for awhile. It takes him a couple of moments to realize that Zelos's surroundings are rather familiar, and coupled with the way he's looking around--oh, he's on the deck...and looking up, over his Compass and down to the area below, confirms that well enough. Same familiar red hair, though the lack of a pink coat to clash alongside it is still a bit jarring...]
[...Ah, wait, had he said something--?]
What--? [Far too belatedly, at Zelos's comment about the lack of breezes, and by the time Jack refocuses on his Compass the other feed clocks off.]
[Blinking, he shifts the device off his knees and onto the floor, and leans forward slightly, staring down at Zelos where he stands now quite close by and waving.]
...A walk? Well--sure, I guess-- [Much as the idea of standing up feels like a daunting thing, for--some reason, no, why would it be daunting? It shouldn't be daunting at all! That's stupid--]
[But it's still harder than expected, climbing to his feet; Jack makes a good attempt at it, and the wall's good for some support, but he only manages to achieve a low crouch for a moment, doubling over for a moment as the vertigo hits sudden and entirely unexpected: a sort of nausea he hasn't had to deal with for decades...]
[Alright, no, no more doubling over, stop that there's an audience here--with a deep breath, Jack fumbles around for his Compass, pockets that, fumbles around for his staff, finds that, and the cool wood is somewhat bracing to grip on, lessens the ache-coming-from-everywhere a bit. And every bit counts.]
...Hold on... [He doesn't look down to where Zelos is standing--for no reason in particular (though peripheral thoughts are apprehensive about what sort of expression might be on the guy's face, somehow)--instead focusing on...okay, a staff's good for leaning on a bit, and he can straighten and pull upright now, just so--]
[Man, after this, getting down from the awning surely shouldn't be too difficult...]
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He rests his right hand on his hip now, watching for just a bit longer-- long enough for Jack to grab his staff at least-- before commenting in that rude way he does.]
Man... You're really beat, huh? [As if this is some revelation he hadn't had until now, and not some terribly obvious thing since before they'd even spoken in person today. With a light teasing that he hopes doesn't come across too harsh, he continues.]
Come on, it'll be worth it. Or do I have to carry you there? [He even snickers a little at his own joking around, holding out his arms now to imitate the motion.]