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One eye shut for a wink, he tilts his head to his shoulder.

Carina had stormed into the Knight's Room, seeking some privacy to vent her frustrations at her absent supervisor, Hans von Nilsson—the grand founder of the Nilsson Academy of Military Sciences. The newly founded academy based in the Leicester Alliance had, so far, struggled to attract students, especially those of high birth. Von Nilsson saw no other option but to propose a temporary collaboration with their competitor at the Central Church to win some future students for themselves. Carina was already regretting suggesting this collaboration herself.

"We'll steal Lady Rhea’s precious students right in front of her eyes! The world will witness how much more efficient—upscale—BETTER—the great Nilsson Academy of Military Sciences is! Together, Carina... we will witness our academy flourish as it rightfully should! — ... Tch. Together, my ass," she mocked her supervisor in a theatrically high and mighty manner. She then crossed her arms in annoyance, tapping her foot on the carpeted floor.

And all went about just well; that is, until none other than Seteth sneaked up from behind. "Claude? What are you up to now?"

The young man jumped up on both feet, turning around with an awkwards smile and stepping back into the knights hall. Come on, Riegan! This isn't the first time you have to come up with a reasonable excuse!

"Me? Oh, you know… just— I was just about to talk to my friend over there!" He turned to the curious girl, both palms pressed together and close to his chest in hopes Seteth won't see his plea towards her.

Help me out here?

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

He had nothing but good things planned for the future, Faerghus would surely thrive during his ruling. He'll make sure of that.

When Claude reached out to shake his hand, naturally Dimitri took it. His old friend was always so friendly and easy-going. A trait he rather liked about him. It made him easy to approach.

He couldn't help but sheepishly laugh, ''A dance, with me? Are you sure? I mean, I'm not exactly known for my extraordinary dance skills.''

"Don't worry, I'll lead. So long you try not to step on my toes, I think we'll manage." He walked past the king, turned to peek over his shoulder and waving him along.

"Walk in with me. I am sure the people of Fodlan will love to see two leaders united in friendship, hm? That is─ if you're willing to take that step. Reminds me... is Teach here as well?"

@riexgan asked: “  you need to heal first.  ” — Claude @ Linhardt | accepting

"You would be right about that. Unlike far too many people here, I have no interest in making a martyr of myself for something as foolhardy as principle."

Linhardt had no interest in fighting. None. He was a scholar, not a solider, and he would be perfectly happy almost anywhere else but the middle of a war continent-wide war. True, he'd returned to the monastery when he didn't have to— and largely because of his conscience, of all things— but couldn't his reward for doing so be to see the battlefield as little as possible? He'd been wounded in the last battle attending to some of their allies, and while his injury wasn't serious, he still felt nauseated from the amount of blood he'd been exposed to throughout the whole ordeal.

Truth to be told, Linhardt wasn't even the most surprised that he showed up the day of their reunion, but Claude. Firstly, because he didn't exactly believe the scholar to be so hooked on promises, but even more that he left his homeland behind for his friends. Oddly enough, he always believed him to be a very rational mind over an emotional one.

Crossing his arms over his chest, the Alliance leader finds himself smiling at Linhardt, once again twisting and turning his words in his mouth to his very own convinience, but he knew very well how to play that game.

"Hey, I'm not gonna stop you from taking a nap, but we'll likely still need you in the infirmary so I'm afraid I can't let you sleep 12 hours through. Even though I'd love to."

...

Uncrossing his arms again, his brows knit.

Everything seemed like it was finally going well. The war was over with, and relations with other places were improving for the Kingdom. He decided to have a celebration, inviting all his friends and those who served him. Dimitri even saw fit to invite Claude. There was going to be a grand feast so it'd do good to invite as many people he knew as possible.

When Claude arrived, the king didn't waste a second before greeting him.

''Claude, I'm glad you were able to make it!'' A smile forms on his lips when going up to the alliance leader.

''Make yourself at home here, and feel free to join us for the feast. There's going to be plenty of food. So, help yourself.''

Amongst lit candles in the dim light of the city streets of Fhirdiad, Claude found his way through the crowd, joined by few of the former Golden Deer while others remained in Leicester due to their duties. The leader himself found himself lucky to be able to withdraw from his very own ones for a single evening, although he didn't entirely come without a second thought.

It was easy to spot the bright blue eyes and straw blonde hair in the crowd, apart from body size and build that easily gave away the king, and Claude immediately flashed back a smile at him, raising a hand to greet, then bringing it to his front to shake Dimitris.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, your highlyness?" Eyes of jade green peek past the azure coat blocking his view, whistling at the sight of colorful fabrics worked into the most beautiful dresses and suits, people dancing, cheering, drinking. It was truly a sight to behold after so long.