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“Alphinaud,” Estinien calls, arms crossed in classic fashion. “Before you go—!”
“Yes, Estinien?”
He comes back, skidding down the hall of the Baldesion Annex to a halt outside of Estinien’s room. The twins seem to split their time in staying between the Leveilleur estate and the Annex, but refuse to leave his side no matter where they rest.
“Can you. Can you take this thing with you?”
The obsidian carbuncle was curled up on Estinien’s bed, obscured by the plate of armour leaning against the wooden frame.
Since Alphinaud wasn’t directly offering aether to it, it wasn’t doing much, but Estinien is sure it stretched.
“Oh!”
He gasped, classically boyish and so classically him.
“My carbuncle! Oh, I do apologise, Estinien,” he squawks with wide eyes, and scrambles over to bundle it into his arms. He bows whilst clutching the carbuncle to his chest, silver hair falling into his face, before rushing out as soon as possible to save face.
Estinien closes the door behind him, but a wry smile plays at his lips at the sight.