vatheon | so much to see

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henry cooldown

so much to see

who: henry & grit

when: afternoon/midday

where: around vatheon; it's a general tour

style: doesn't matter

status: closed

Henry had offered to be his guide, so his guide he shall be. It's not like he was much of an expert, having only been on this island bubble thing for a couple of months or so, but he was a quick learner, and quite resourceful if he felt like being so. The southern gentleman wasn't annoying to deal with, so he didn't feel too wary about him, but he always had his doubts about people. It's always the most unassuming ones sometimes.

He was always on time, and he stares at his watch around his wrist, tapping his foot. Grit isn't necessarily late, but Henry tends to be a bit picky about punctuality.

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No, Grit isn't late. He could be late. But he was already dressed and had his cigarette and therefore had not much left to do. So why not? He quickly moved from his apartment he had found why wandering around lost, and moved to the meeting location. He didn't run, but a quicker pace instead. Helped when you were tall and had legs who could move quicker.

When he arrived at the meeting location, he chuckled a bit, "Y'know, people usually do that when someone's actually late." He was five seconds, at the most. But his watch says he was right on top.

They're standing at the entrance of the city, where the natives of Vatheon were doing their thing, running their businesses, going on with their daily lives and trying to make things easier for the ones that have arrived here wet and confused. It's the best place to start for the tour, he thinks, a good deal of necessities being located here and all.

Henry looks up from his watch when he hears Grit's footsteps approach from a far, and only then does he stop counting. It's a bad habit he's formed since he was younger. It's not like people were usually late for his appointments after all.

"It's a bad habit, really," he replies with a pleasant smile, as per usual. "I just tend to show up early a good deal of the time."

Grit honestly likes this place here. He remembers coming here first, and quickly just trying to find a place to live. He finally has peace, and he's going to very well enjoy that. This tour should help, at least. Not only that, he seemed to mesh well with the man he was getting a tour from. A low stressed day was the best part of it all.

He sighed, looking at Henry, "So how long did I keep ya waitin'?" Considering he was early? He had to be waiting a bit. "Cause if I knew you were gonna be early... I'd have told ya to wait."

Henry found this life here in Vatheon a bit dull and pointless, preferring to work to keep his mind off of things. Not to mention it was certainly something he enjoyed doing. He had been anxious a lot in the beginning, but he's slowly starting to try and adapt. Having Travis around helped a little, having impromptu light saber battles is always fun.

"It's really of no importance," he replies casually, shrugging. "It was hardly anything at all."

Then with a slight gesture of his hand towards the city, he smiles. "Shall we?"

Grit looked Henry up and down. He definitely found something about the guy interesting. But he didn't fix his view on him for too long. Because there were plenty of other things to look at. Like where they were right now. A lot of things were going on, and frankly, he was curious to find out what they all were. Stroking his chin lightly, he nodded back to the man who was helping him out.

"'course. Just wanted to make sure." He shrugged his shoulders, and gave a smile back. "Yeah. Let's go. Keep us busy."

Henry gives him a slight nod and turns on his heels towards the busy plaza. When they both fall into step, he turns to the other man, his tone casual and pleasant.

"I'm assuming you did not get the chance to look around at all besides your current place of residency?"

Grit follows suit, rubbing his chin. "Me? Nah. Too wet. Wanted to get to my room and stick around in there rather than explore. So I'm glad yer willing to show me around."

He chuckled a bit. This was good company.

"Please, it's the least I can do," Henry replies.

They pass by a few nondescript shops of little importance, private or abandoned homes of the natives. Most of the natives pay them little mind, or give them polite nods, being so used to newcomers.

"Not much of an outdoors man?"

"I guess ya are a gentleman." He chuckled, "Feel bad yer stuck with someone who ain't so much."

But that wasn't completely true. He nodded back to the natives and fixed up his hat. Nodding back to Henry.

"Somewhat. Was too much of one back home, happy to not be so much anymore."

"Oh, trust me," Henry says with a shrug. "I've dealt with much, much worse. You're quite the pleasant company compared to most, I assure you."

They pass by a couple of important landmarks like the hospital, some open markets with vendors on the side, people out and about trying to sell their wares. It's obvious as to what they are so they simply pass by, having no problem with Grit asking questions whenever if he needed to. Henry just assumes Grit will have the sense to speak up if it need be.

"Sounds like being one was a bit of a chore for you, I assume?"

"Oh well thank ya." He chuckled, "Nice to hear somethin' like that on occasion. Yer pretty good yerself."

Grit takes notes of everything in his head. He doesn't have a lot of questions either but mainly because most things are self explanatory. Although he'd like to put on this big show about not being completely competent, if he asked too many, this man would think he was a complete moron. And he'd like to keep that to a minimum around a person like this.

"A bit... tha's puttin' it lightly."

"I'm happy to hear you say so." Because, heh, well. It's not very often that Henry doesn't hear himself being referred to as the Douchebag or Sir Henry Motherfucker (though that's mostly Travis).

Then Henry stops by a small market where a table of apples are on display. He shows the owner his mark and snags an apple, rubbing it on his shirt thoroughly before taking a bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment then swallowed before speaking.

"Now you've got me curious about what you used to do," he said. Then he gestured to the apple. "Oh, and that's how you acquire food and whatnot, just so you know."

Luckily, Grit is nice enough... or at least smart enough to know not to call your tour guide names. After all, there was so many ways to kill a person in a bubble under the sea. "Good. Glad I could get a smile." He chuckled.

So Grit is going to sneak behind him and grab another apple for himself, taking a nice big bite out of it. "Useful thing, this place." He nodded, and continued to munch on it. Licking his lips from the juice. Blinking at him.

"...Tell ya what. I'll tell ya the next time we meet up like this." He chuckled.

Wasteful thing that he is, Henry just takes one last bite before tossing it into a waste basket as they continue touring the plaza at their leisure.

"Next time? Do you think you'll need another tour?" He grins, looking straight ahead, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Grit will keep a hold of his because he's actually pretty hungry. And needs food. Maybe some steak or something. He's a pretty good cook.

"I think I might." He chuckled, lifting up his hat and brushing back his hair. "Maybe."

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