Zeke: ...You'll find someone. But until then, I'll be your friend...so you won't need to be alone anymore. -gives a re-assuring and warm hug- ...See you later, Presea. I'm there if you need me. -turns to leave-
Late, and I'm about to collapse. S-Sorry, but goodnight.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Zeke: -is sitting at the fair, looking rather quiet-
-So, apart from the forge being used, weapons being made, the furnace melting sand into glass goblets and the like...while the targets of the archery range seem to be set up and ready to go.-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Zac: Didn't overshoot. Just put too much power that it went right through the bulls-eye. That tends to happen when you're fighting against enemies who're heavily armored and stupid enough to line up all in a row.
Zeke: ...I think it's still the 'fight who and whenever you want' sort of thing...so... Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Zeke: ...If I could choose you both, I would have. ...Neither one of you deserve to be alone and miserable.
-pats-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.