[ The rowhouses were exactly what he was expecting. They remind him just a little bit of Derdriu's townhouses from a distance and even more so up close. All that's missing is a canal running nearby, and he's about to make exactly that comment before they don't stop. They keep walking.
He glances back at the rowhouses first in confusion, then across at Hilda with more confusion to see if she's also feeling lost, and then finally there's a squint aimed up at Sylvain. ]
Where exactly are you taking us, anyway?
[ Apparently everything Sylvain says is going to be answered with a question from one or both of them at any point in this conversation. Sure, he has the list in his hand, but that doesn't answer much since they're still going until they stop in front of a building he's not expecting. At first Claude just blinks at it but before he has time to wonder if Sylvain's playing a prank on them - that clear prelude to heading inside has him arching an eyebrow. ]
Alright, I'm listening. [ But: he's listening while also wrapping an arm around Hilda beneath Sylvain's just in case she really is about to abandon them for shopping. Clear curiosity for what's before them, wisely presented with no further details for some intrigue, has an actual smile starting to appear on his face. ] Unless this actually your version of a very elaborate hint that we're needing to find better jobs, in which case we're leaving you here.
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He glances back at the rowhouses first in confusion, then across at Hilda with more confusion to see if she's also feeling lost, and then finally there's a squint aimed up at Sylvain. ]
Where exactly are you taking us, anyway?
[ Apparently everything Sylvain says is going to be answered with a question from one or both of them at any point in this conversation. Sure, he has the list in his hand, but that doesn't answer much since they're still going until they stop in front of a building he's not expecting. At first Claude just blinks at it but before he has time to wonder if Sylvain's playing a prank on them - that clear prelude to heading inside has him arching an eyebrow. ]
Alright, I'm listening. [ But: he's listening while also wrapping an arm around Hilda beneath Sylvain's just in case she really is about to abandon them for shopping. Clear curiosity for what's before them, wisely presented with no further details for some intrigue, has an actual smile starting to appear on his face. ] Unless this actually your version of a very elaborate hint that we're needing to find better jobs, in which case we're leaving you here.