WHO: Expedition 33 (Gustave, Maelle, Sciel, and Verso) WHEN: post-mingle, pre-mission WHERE: the apartments WHAT: the remaining members of Expedition 33 NOTES\WARNINGS: spoilers for Acts 1&2 of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33
Maelle mirrors her with a soft smile. Sciel and water don't mix. She knows that much. There's plenty to see, and plenty to do.
"I was thinking we'll want to decorate this place, yeah? Make it a little less... sterile," she says. It feels too much like the hospital. "Gustave won't care as long as he has a place to collect junk to tinker with."
Junk is said affectionately. She never got into his passions as much as he probably hoped, but she knows it's important to him. He can have a corner of the living room or something.
“Definitely,” she says. “We need something to liven it up a little, and a record player, at the very least.”
It’s no concert grand with a savant at its bench, but it’s enough to take the occasional tour around the living room on.
“But, when it comes to Gustave’s collection,” she say. “How much more impressive has it gotten, since I last saw it? I think he could outdo himself, here.”
"A record player for sure," Maelle agrees with a smile. A home full of music would be nice, no matter the source.
Gustave's collection is such a nice way to put it. Sciel's kindness knows no bounds. "The workshop collection or the one at home? It seems to just creep into whatever space is available, like ivy. I'm sure he'll have no trouble planting roots in some corner and slowly growing outwards."
“It’s a wonder he hadn’t collected one of every little thing in all of Lumière,” she muses. “When we were on the Aquafarm team together, you could leave for the night with the workshop all tidied, and he would swear he’d be leaving right after, when he finished one little thing… and you’d come back the next morning and could guess by the state of the place how long he’d been there, tinkering.”
Good times. It makes her heart feel full, especially looking at Maelle’s sweet face, knowing Gustave isn’t too far away. No matter how bad things are, there’s good, too.
“When he started leaving at a reasonable hour, I’m sure it was because he adored going home to you.”
It's a nice thought, one that makes Maelle smile, but she soon huffs out a laugh as she shakes her head.
"Oh, no. I'm sure that was because I never let Gustave or Emma have a solid night of sleep for very a long time after they took me in. The truth is probably that he was exhausted or it was his turn to sit up with me when I woke up from a nightmare."
But he did it all with love and patience. It can all be true.
“I think it’s about one of the cruelest things in the world that anyone should have nightmares,” she remarks, but she’s too fond of the mental image of Gustave in that state to dwell. “I bet you loved that, though. The attention. The doting.”
Maelle feels like she's spent most of her life with her heart hammering in her chest than not. She's happy not to talk about it, instead remembering the kindness and understanding finally given to her.
"It was mortifying, actually. At first, anyway. I couldn't hide it, the crying, and I felt... I felt like it was going to get me dropped off at the orphanage again."
They both know Gustave. He'd never, once he signed the paperwork. She can think back on that now with a smile.
"Gustave was always there. He'd read to me or just talk about his day. So... yeah, eventually. Once I realized I wasn't going anywhere, I loved it. It was just more time spent together."
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"I was thinking we'll want to decorate this place, yeah? Make it a little less... sterile," she says. It feels too much like the hospital. "Gustave won't care as long as he has a place to collect junk to tinker with."
Junk is said affectionately. She never got into his passions as much as he probably hoped, but she knows it's important to him. He can have a corner of the living room or something.
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It’s no concert grand with a savant at its bench, but it’s enough to take the occasional tour around the living room on.
“But, when it comes to Gustave’s collection,” she say. “How much more impressive has it gotten, since I last saw it? I think he could outdo himself, here.”
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Gustave's collection is such a nice way to put it. Sciel's kindness knows no bounds. "The workshop collection or the one at home? It seems to just creep into whatever space is available, like ivy. I'm sure he'll have no trouble planting roots in some corner and slowly growing outwards."
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Good times. It makes her heart feel full, especially looking at Maelle’s sweet face, knowing Gustave isn’t too far away. No matter how bad things are, there’s good, too.
“When he started leaving at a reasonable hour, I’m sure it was because he adored going home to you.”
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"Oh, no. I'm sure that was because I never let Gustave or Emma have a solid night of sleep for very a long time after they took me in. The truth is probably that he was exhausted or it was his turn to sit up with me when I woke up from a nightmare."
But he did it all with love and patience. It can all be true.
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She deserved every bit of it.
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"It was mortifying, actually. At first, anyway. I couldn't hide it, the crying, and I felt... I felt like it was going to get me dropped off at the orphanage again."
They both know Gustave. He'd never, once he signed the paperwork. She can think back on that now with a smile.
"Gustave was always there. He'd read to me or just talk about his day. So... yeah, eventually. Once I realized I wasn't going anywhere, I loved it. It was just more time spent together."