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Arden opened his eyes awhile after Ambrose had woken up. Maybe he'd feel bad later, but he doubted it, especially considering how much later he'd laid down. "Mornin'" He mumbled, stretching out a bit.

((alr!! i am gna head to bed though lmao if u wanna start it off go for it, if u want me to start it itll be a few hours <3

((skip to the morning and continue?

Ari almost protested, but his brain wasn't functioning how it usually did in the slightest. He stayed at the table for a while after Ambrose laid down. A while after they could tell that he was asleep, in fact. He finished the last of his food and water. He didn't want to. He felt uneasy and sick, but he still did it. His mind was racing. He sighed, stood up, and took his sketchbook and a pencil to the bed. He stared at it in silence for a moment before looking over to Ambrose. He wouldn't mind, right? He probably wouldn't find out anyhow. He sighed, beginning to sketch out the vague outline of Ambrose. It was grounding in a way. Something physical and certain to focus on. He finished the sketch after about thirty minutes, closed the book, and laid down. What a screwed up end to what should've been a relaxed day.

Ari stared at him blankly as he spoke, although dread slowly began to settle in his stomach. What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? What the hell was anyone supposed to do with this information, especially when they'd been there to live all of it? "Shit, Ambrose..." He muttered, shaking his head, taking a sip of water.

((yep yep, sorry lol, been out w family

"Yea." Ari sat down in another chair, beginning to eat as well. His head was absolutely swimming with thoughts. He'd expected today to be nice and quiet, get a few sketches in. He certainly hadn't expected to go home with an ex-royal. "What even happened? I mean- I only arrived here around the time that everything started to go to hell."

Ari was quiet for a moment before he nodded. Ambrose. Ex-prince. That was why he'd seemed familiar when he'd pulled down his hood earlier. "Right." He wasn't quite sure how to react. He'd theorized that this man was an exile of sorts but that had mostly been a joke. He supposed it didn't really matter, though. He wasn't Adrian. Adrian was the reason that this kingdom had fallen apart. Overall, though, Ari was silent. Waiting for what Ambrose would say next.

ꜱᴄʜɴɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ʀɪꜰʟᴇ wrote: "rain (nikki) wrote: " ꜱᴄʜɴɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ʀɪꜰʟᴇ wrote: "okay one last thing, probably
what should his role be? how whack of a sort-of enemies to lovers we thinkin?"

tbh... however whack u wanna make it, i a..."

for sure, could be more like a rivals to lovers thing then [also sorry I'm just now seeing this I'm still readjusting to GoodReads groups T-T]

Ari was more than a bit confused at the secretiveness, but he supposed he could understand given the context. Maybe he was an exile? A convict? Maybe this was the day he died. If he was to go out via being killed by the pretty stranger he'd just met, he might not mind that... No. He cleared the thought from his head almost as quickly as it came. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. "Perfectly fine. I understand." That was definitely a lie, but whatever. His hand felt cold now. This meeting was really just a string of embarrassing moments for him at this point.

((got it :)

Ari considered for a moment. It really had gotten dark, and he wasn't entirely certain that it was safe to go all the way back to the hotel. Most of his stuff was still in the room, but he'd paid for the night before he came out here. It'd probably be fine, right? "If you promise you're not some crazy axe murderer, then sure." He grabbed his bag and put his paper and his pencils into it, then took Alistair's hand and pulled himself up.

"Ah, fair. Life isn't exactly kind when it comes to time. Hell, I've been insanely busy hunting for the past few months. I think today's the first day in a while that I haven't had to do something." The majority of his life recently had been wake, hunt, sell, eat, sleep, repeat. Day in and day out. It got quite tiring, but he hadn't found consistent work anywhere else. The merchant he supplied to certainly paid quite nicely as well, especially in the winter. He thought he might actually be able to save up for a house at this rate. "Either way, I like reading when I get the chance. If you're ever willing to share, I'd be more than happy to look." He felt Alistair's hand brush against his side, but he had no intention of reacting outwardly. His reaction to the last moment of contact had already been bad enough.

((gotcha :) sorry it was probably obvious but i wanted to double check before i responded and made a fool of myself lmaoo

Ari exhaled softly in amusement. "Arden. Or Ari, I'm not picky. Nice to meet you." He supposed it couldn't really hurt to have at least one person to talk to... Right? He took Alistair's hand, shaking it once before he let his hand fall back to his side. "What do you usually do? Other than wander around random fields," he asked, tilting his head.

((raising his hand like for a handshake?

tbh*

tiktok is a godsend when im looking for voiceclaims tby

yess happy thanksgiving :]

((for sure!! gn man :)

"Yea." His gaze turned sad as well as he thought about it. "I get what you mean. My oldest sister left home when I was thirteen, didn't tell any of us where she was going." It was strange to him. He thought that she might've trusted him and Agnes with that information, but he supposed that they were guilty by association. They looked up as the other moved his hand toward their face, a hint of bewilderment showing in their expression, although it was quickly gone. "Oh- Thank you." His face was hot. That was embarrassing. He supposed four years of no physical contact would do that. It was dangerous, too, depending on how this man thought. He could play it off, though, right? He thought himself a good actor.