[ The details don't go in one ear and out the other for Ragna, but he is still probably going to have to do some more reading up on the differences between pens and papers again if he's really going to wanna commit any of this to memory. There's fighting and training to keep himself sharp, cooking and exploring new recipes now that he's actually got a reliable kitchen to borrow until he can rank up of his own accord, reading...but just how much more spare time can Ragna have in a sex casino to keep taking on more hobbies? He had to find a way to keep things interesting and not go dying of boredom, after all.
Weiss mentions cooking to strike the complexity of writing and penmanship home, and that actually nets her a lift in his expression. Like a lightbulb going off in his head! Or the braincell coming back for a round inside his skull. adslkfj ]
That makes a whole lotta sense to me. Everyone's gonna know more about different things. Like there's more to fighting than just hitting something hard enough; different techniques... [ Well, at least he wasn't just running off and challenging every single thing out there in this resort. As good a fighter as he is, there hasn't really been much need for that around here save for the occasional supernatural or creepy threat. His train of thought stops, however, and he cracks a little smile again when he acknowledges the effort she's going through to make this relate to him. ] Thanks...for how much you've been explaining.
[ Finally... Everything he could have ever wanted. Somebody to tell him what the hell is going on. ]
[ The moment she holds up the sky blue journal for him, he blinks at it. The red and black covers get a more passing glance, not out of disinterest, but because of the reasoning behind that lightest book. He'll take all three, certainly, but he reaches for the blue one specifically as his mismatched gaze moves between the cover and her face...more importantly, her eyes when he quietly breathes: ]
Same shade...
[ Whether Weiss asks him what he's saying or what he means? His smile grows and his hold on the journal firms as he accepts it with a nod. ]
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Weiss mentions cooking to strike the complexity of writing and penmanship home, and that actually nets her a lift in his expression. Like a lightbulb going off in his head!
Or the braincell coming back for a round inside his skull. adslkfj]That makes a whole lotta sense to me. Everyone's gonna know more about different things. Like there's more to fighting than just hitting something hard enough; different techniques... [ Well, at least he wasn't just running off and challenging every single thing out there in this resort. As good a fighter as he is, there hasn't really been much need for that around here save for the occasional supernatural or creepy threat. His train of thought stops, however, and he cracks a little smile again when he acknowledges the effort she's going through to make this relate to him. ] Thanks...for how much you've been explaining.
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Finally... Everything he could have ever wanted. Somebody to tell him what the hell is going on.][ The moment she holds up the sky blue journal for him, he blinks at it. The red and black covers get a more passing glance, not out of disinterest, but because of the reasoning behind that lightest book. He'll take all three, certainly, but he reaches for the blue one specifically as his mismatched gaze moves between the cover and her face...more importantly, her eyes when he quietly breathes: ]
Same shade...
[ Whether Weiss asks him what he's saying or what he means? His smile grows and his hold on the journal firms as he accepts it with a nod. ]
Sure. Red, black and blue it is.