[ A fellow arrival. If there is something to be thankful for in being cast into a life of one unknown after another and the fear of such he intended to do his best to embrace in the shadow of those who Trailblaze, only to find those plans seemingly interrupted by this separation from them, if they're here elsewhere - it is, Sunday thinks, a benefit to not have to figure out this part of it alone.
Yom Crook either starts talking again or continues on after it's clear one of them (soon to be two of them, as it turns out) is unclear on how cars work, but he's only vaguely listening with the majority of his attention turned to his new companion. Formality is a comfort in an unknown situation and a delight. Something Sunday prefers to turn to when at a loss to uphold decorum, and he instantly mirrors that bow in the same one he's done hundreds if not what feels like thousands of times before. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adrian. My name is Sunday. I would be happy to assist you with what I know, though we may need to rely on our guide here for how to best choose.
[ It has not stopped feeling strange, that very short introduction compared to what he might have once said. It's pointless to mention Penacony, the Oak Family, or even The Family itself when it holds no bearing any longer after he'd stepped onto the Astral Express. Parts of that past he'd bid farewell and left on the theatre's stage, and ones he should not dwell on with an important decision before them.
Yom Crook seems to sense his curious gaze now as Sunday looks back at the vehicle they're nearest: some sort of van, upon which Yom Crook immediately offers praises for that very thing. They may not know when or where they'll need to stop on a trip; isn't it better to be prepared? ]
Both of you do make a valid point. It would be unfortunate to have a lack of space when it is most needed. [ Does this appeal to his need to have a plan? Absolutely. One more point in Yom Crook's favor as Sunday now looks to him. ] What would you recommend of what you've chosen for us to view?
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Yom Crook either starts talking again or continues on after it's clear one of them (soon to be two of them, as it turns out) is unclear on how cars work, but he's only vaguely listening with the majority of his attention turned to his new companion. Formality is a comfort in an unknown situation and a delight. Something Sunday prefers to turn to when at a loss to uphold decorum, and he instantly mirrors that bow in the same one he's done hundreds if not what feels like thousands of times before. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adrian. My name is Sunday. I would be happy to assist you with what I know, though we may need to rely on our guide here for how to best choose.
[ It has not stopped feeling strange, that very short introduction compared to what he might have once said. It's pointless to mention Penacony, the Oak Family, or even The Family itself when it holds no bearing any longer after he'd stepped onto the Astral Express. Parts of that past he'd bid farewell and left on the theatre's stage, and ones he should not dwell on with an important decision before them.
Yom Crook seems to sense his curious gaze now as Sunday looks back at the vehicle they're nearest: some sort of van, upon which Yom Crook immediately offers praises for that very thing. They may not know when or where they'll need to stop on a trip; isn't it better to be prepared? ]
Both of you do make a valid point. It would be unfortunate to have a lack of space when it is most needed. [ Does this appeal to his need to have a plan? Absolutely. One more point in Yom Crook's favor as Sunday now looks to him. ] What would you recommend of what you've chosen for us to view?