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1:41 PM
L'Hiver probably wasn't one of Matt's favorite cars, the view above all was lost on him, but it was the atmosphere. It felt false to him, but he couldn't place as to why. The car itself was welcoming enough, the gentle expanse of decorated tables coated in linen and the displays of tea cakes and cookies. It seemed far too elegant to his tastes. He wasn't exactly the spitting image of pristine. But that wasn't for a lack of trying.
In spite of how he felt about the car, Matt was sitting comfortably within it. The threads covering his frame were nicer than he was used to. There was a formally here that seemed suitable of earlier times, perhaps more civilized times. Though he could have followed everyone else's suit and wore whatever he wanted to whatever car he was in, Matt decided to play along.
His jacket, for instance, was appropriate for the car. Despite his condition he had an uncanny knack of being able to coordinate his attire properly. Any bystander might inquire to themself how such a thing was possible. Matt wouldn't have had an answer suitable enough to quench the inquiry. Honestly, it probably would have just stirred up a good many more questions.
He hadn't been the most forthcoming with the group when that Captain guy asked them for help. But if he had to help some place he figured defending the train was better than nothing. It made him uncomfortable to show all of his cards up front without a good reason. The less people knew about him, the better for everyone aboard.
Selecting a cookie, Matt nibbled on it and found it delightful. A sugar taste met him, with a dash of citrus from an orange. It was quite good and unlike anything he'd tastes before. Almost as if it had sprung from nowhere, the indulging aroma of hot tea met him. He sighed, frustrated just a touch, and sat back hard in his seat. He wasn't going to get used to this train any time soon and it was a bit overwhelming.
In spite of how he felt about the car, Matt was sitting comfortably within it. The threads covering his frame were nicer than he was used to. There was a formally here that seemed suitable of earlier times, perhaps more civilized times. Though he could have followed everyone else's suit and wore whatever he wanted to whatever car he was in, Matt decided to play along.
His jacket, for instance, was appropriate for the car. Despite his condition he had an uncanny knack of being able to coordinate his attire properly. Any bystander might inquire to themself how such a thing was possible. Matt wouldn't have had an answer suitable enough to quench the inquiry. Honestly, it probably would have just stirred up a good many more questions.
He hadn't been the most forthcoming with the group when that Captain guy asked them for help. But if he had to help some place he figured defending the train was better than nothing. It made him uncomfortable to show all of his cards up front without a good reason. The less people knew about him, the better for everyone aboard.
Selecting a cookie, Matt nibbled on it and found it delightful. A sugar taste met him, with a dash of citrus from an orange. It was quite good and unlike anything he'd tastes before. Almost as if it had sprung from nowhere, the indulging aroma of hot tea met him. He sighed, frustrated just a touch, and sat back hard in his seat. He wasn't going to get used to this train any time soon and it was a bit overwhelming.