Tal paused as the story ran its course, narrowing his eyes at the man beside him and peeeering intently at the mention of another surprise!adulthood. He didn't know many kids, and most of those were back in Halo. In fact, the only other children who might know his name were, uh... no one and that one kid from the Oerwoud...
"Holy shit! You're Matthew!" he blurted out, totally getting the name right this time. "Frey's balls, no wonder y'look familiar." He could see it now: the curl of Remi's hair above Ronin's straight nose, though the dreamy, distracted look was all the kid's own.
Or maybe that was just the hangover.
Tal shook his head in wonder and pulled out another weed, tossing it over his shoulder into the Symphony and distractedly patting the dirt more firmly back down around the grass clump he'd been saving from the intruder. Awkwardly ignoring the mischief Matthew tried to tempt him into he instead snorted at the tale and grinned in spite of himself. "You're lucky they're not makin' y'work for your passage back'n forth. Stormbreak's a long sail from here, kid." ...Could he still call him 'kid' when he was almost as old as the courier? Fuck. All this aging up made his head hurt. "Say, don't s'pose your dad - the Remi one - still lives around here, huh?" Actually... he hadn't heard a peep about the Lullaby since the War ended. Just Ronin - who could be counted on for a good snowball fight!
"Holy shit! You're Matthew!" he blurted out, totally getting the name right this time. "Frey's balls, no wonder y'look familiar." He could see it now: the curl of Remi's hair above Ronin's straight nose, though the dreamy, distracted look was all the kid's own.
Or maybe that was just the hangover.
Tal shook his head in wonder and pulled out another weed, tossing it over his shoulder into the Symphony and distractedly patting the dirt more firmly back down around the grass clump he'd been saving from the intruder. Awkwardly ignoring the mischief Matthew tried to tempt him into he instead snorted at the tale and grinned in spite of himself. "You're lucky they're not makin' y'work for your passage back'n forth. Stormbreak's a long sail from here, kid." ...Could he still call him 'kid' when he was almost as old as the courier? Fuck. All this aging up made his head hurt. "Say, don't s'pose your dad - the Remi one - still lives around here, huh?" Actually... he hadn't heard a peep about the Lullaby since the War ended. Just Ronin - who could be counted on for a good snowball fight!
