[Honestly? He thought he'd be partying a little harder than this. In the weeks, the final days leading up to their confrontation with the King, when he wasn't focused on the fact that they might all lose (and... die...), Isabeau figured he'd be living it up with the rowdiest of Dormont's citizens once their mission was complete. Joining Mirabelle on a tour to meet every single one of her friends from the House of Change. Carrying Bonnie on his shoulders and helping them distribute their clearly superior (their words) snacks to the kids in town in an attempt to make friends. Pounding a few drinks back with M'dame Odile, like they haven't been able to do in awhile. And while he has certainly still done some of that... his heart isn't as in it as he thought it would be.
He's emotionally intelligent enough to figure out why. The last two days were exhausting in ways no one could have possibly expected. Siffrin's sudden outburst and subsequent disappearance, almost losing them to being frozen in time, then almost losing them again to Craft sickness and their unconstrained desire just to... be with everyone. Meeting a... strangely familiar star person(?) and then just as quickly un-meeting them. Traversing a House filled with warping rooms and walls and walls bright hair...
It was so. Much. Fighting the King ended up being the easiest part of the journey? And though Isabeau is sure he has one hundred percent forgiven Siffrin for the things they'd said to him yesterday, he knows he's going to hear those words again someday. From his own memory, in the quiet moments between bed time and dozing off, when his confidence isn't so strong and distractions are few. And in the other quiet moments, he'll be beating himself up for not noticing sooner, for being so wrapped up in himself and his lovesickness that he didn't even realize Siffrin was struggling to tell him something, too.
So, he's been a little more subdued than normal. 80% boisterous instead of 110% boisterous. The townsfolk didn't even notice. His family did, and they all very much understood. In a quick break between facades, he eyes Siffrin slipping away behind the boulangerie, likely seeking out their own moment of peace amidst all the ruckus.
That sounds awesome, actually.
He taps his current party companion on the shoulder to let her know where the two of them are disappearing to, and Mirabelle shoos him off with an understanding nod. She's the best friend he could ever ask for, even if he could do without her knowing smile jumbling all his feelings up before he departs. This is just going to be a normal friends check in! A hang out with the fella! Siffrin asked him for space, romantically anyway, and Isabeau isn't going to screw that up within the same crabbing day.
Ducking behind the building, he spots Siffrin leaning against the wall. Near enough that they could probably peek their head around to check and make sure the party was still going well, if he had to guess. He raises a hand in greeting once he's close enough for them to potentially realize he's heading their way, picking up the pace once he's spotted.]
Hey, Sif. [He surveys the back of the boulangerie. To none of his surprise, it's just the two of them. Good.] Needed to get out of the spotlight for a minute, huh? Mind if I join you?
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He's emotionally intelligent enough to figure out why. The last two days were exhausting in ways no one could have possibly expected. Siffrin's sudden outburst and subsequent disappearance, almost losing them to being frozen in time, then almost losing them again to Craft sickness and their unconstrained desire just to... be with everyone. Meeting a... strangely familiar star person(?) and then just as quickly un-meeting them. Traversing a House filled with warping rooms and walls and walls bright hair...
It was so. Much. Fighting the King ended up being the easiest part of the journey? And though Isabeau is sure he has one hundred percent forgiven Siffrin for the things they'd said to him yesterday, he knows he's going to hear those words again someday. From his own memory, in the quiet moments between bed time and dozing off, when his confidence isn't so strong and distractions are few. And in the other quiet moments, he'll be beating himself up for not noticing sooner, for being so wrapped up in himself and his lovesickness that he didn't even realize Siffrin was struggling to tell him something, too.
So, he's been a little more subdued than normal. 80% boisterous instead of 110% boisterous. The townsfolk didn't even notice. His family did, and they all very much understood. In a quick break between facades, he eyes Siffrin slipping away behind the boulangerie, likely seeking out their own moment of peace amidst all the ruckus.
That sounds awesome, actually.
He taps his current party companion on the shoulder to let her know where the two of them are disappearing to, and Mirabelle shoos him off with an understanding nod. She's the best friend he could ever ask for, even if he could do without her knowing smile jumbling all his feelings up before he departs. This is just going to be a normal friends check in! A hang out with the fella! Siffrin asked him for space, romantically anyway, and Isabeau isn't going to screw that up within the same crabbing day.
Ducking behind the building, he spots Siffrin leaning against the wall. Near enough that they could probably peek their head around to check and make sure the party was still going well, if he had to guess. He raises a hand in greeting once he's close enough for them to potentially realize he's heading their way, picking up the pace once he's spotted.]
Hey, Sif. [He surveys the back of the boulangerie. To none of his surprise, it's just the two of them. Good.] Needed to get out of the spotlight for a minute, huh? Mind if I join you?