[ Lester lets out a noise of discontentment - sure, Manhattan used to be his playground when he was a god (and when he hadn't crash-landed into a dumpster). But it was a familiar playground, with humanity's enduring spirit reminding him just how little humans had changed over the centuries.
This Manhattan, with its hover-taxis and 50's fashion juxtaposed against modern architecture, feels completely alien. He can get why they'd stick to a Porter City instead. The unfamiliar doesn't remind them just how far away they are from the people and places that really matter. ]
Yeah, well... [ he laughs, ] Quatre really wanted to visit the Big Apple, and I was the friend stupid enough to say I'd take him for his birthday. [ . . . ] Not that I mind, it's just - kid's somehow more familiar with outer space than Earth.
Then he won't know the difference. [ if that's where he wants to go for his birthday and lester's the one that volunteered, then that's how it goes. ] Who knows? You might even try something new and like it, if you can stop looking for the faults. Your friend's not going to care how it stacks up to the New York you remember. I mean, they might care if you're upset, but you know what I mean. It'll be a good time if you let it be.
[ he gets it, he really does. he can't even go to manhattan. it may be the closest thing to home visually, but it isn't his city. sally, paul, and his soon-to-be sister aren't there. neither is the rest of camp. being close to them without having a chance in tartarus of seeing them is worse somehow. at least in de chima, he's surrounded by little fragments of home. ]
Aren't you supposed to be the fun one? [ the fun god, he means. ]
[ Percy has a point. Quatre doesn't know what New York's supposed to feel like. This is his first time - and first times are just as important. ]
Shoot, that's right. He's an empath... so yeah. We'll enjoy this world for what it is.
[ Plus, Quatre can probably feel just how much Lester's trying to make this perfect. (Gods above, the last thing he wants to be is in another one of those empathy embarrassment loops.) Lester draws in a breath, only to laugh when Percy reminds him that he's technically the fun one. ]
That was before I turned all mortal and... [ he groans, because "self-conscious" is on the tip of his tongue. Like he'd admit that to anyone, except maybe Will. He settles for a kind of truth: ] Well. I like the kid too much to drag him into my idea of a fun time.
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This Manhattan, with its hover-taxis and 50's fashion juxtaposed against modern architecture, feels completely alien. He can get why they'd stick to a Porter City instead. The unfamiliar doesn't remind them just how far away they are from the people and places that really matter. ]
Yeah, well... [ he laughs, ] Quatre really wanted to visit the Big Apple, and I was the friend stupid enough to say I'd take him for his birthday. [ . . . ] Not that I mind, it's just - kid's somehow more familiar with outer space than Earth.
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[ he gets it, he really does. he can't even go to manhattan. it may be the closest thing to home visually, but it isn't his city. sally, paul, and his soon-to-be sister aren't there. neither is the rest of camp. being close to them without having a chance in tartarus of seeing them is worse somehow. at least in de chima, he's surrounded by little fragments of home. ]
Aren't you supposed to be the fun one? [ the fun god, he means. ]
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Shoot, that's right. He's an empath... so yeah. We'll enjoy this world for what it is.
[ Plus, Quatre can probably feel just how much Lester's trying to make this perfect. (Gods above, the last thing he wants to be is in another one of those empathy embarrassment loops.) Lester draws in a breath, only to laugh when Percy reminds him that he's technically the fun one. ]
That was before I turned all mortal and... [ he groans, because "self-conscious" is on the tip of his tongue. Like he'd admit that to anyone, except maybe Will. He settles for a kind of truth: ] Well. I like the kid too much to drag him into my idea of a fun time.