"Lower three, Cabin C." He doesn't really want to go back. Too many people, and the notion that someone might walk in at any point; he does dislike the lack of privacy the cabins leave them with. It would be nice to curl up with his wings wrapped around him, but that's a whole mess he'd rather not deal with when half-dead as he is now.
And he is very, very tired.
"We should get big, thick blankets for common use," he manages to speak at the companion next to him. He's not entirely sure that the blond actually cares about random supplies provided by the train, but he's too tired to concentrate hard on what he's saying. "Or maybe get some grass in the stone garden? t's a pity the ground's rock hard all over." It would be nice to have pockets of areas where cushy grass could make it comfortable to lie down in and rest.
"Then 'gain, I don't think I'd ever fall 'sleep in my own bed if there was that option." The realization makes him snicker lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"What about you?" For all his tiredness, Esteban will never deny his curiosity at his fellow travelers, glancing at the corner of his eyes to see his companion's reaction. "Blankets or grass?" He'd ask a full question, but he figures the shorter version is nice, since he'd said-- he'd said he wasn't up for much of a conversation. (So, well, he lied. But Esteban can't help but want to make friends, even when he's totally exhausted.)
Sorry for the delay >__<;;
And he is very, very tired.
"We should get big, thick blankets for common use," he manages to speak at the companion next to him. He's not entirely sure that the blond actually cares about random supplies provided by the train, but he's too tired to concentrate hard on what he's saying. "Or maybe get some grass in the stone garden? t's a pity the ground's rock hard all over." It would be nice to have pockets of areas where cushy grass could make it comfortable to lie down in and rest.
"Then 'gain, I don't think I'd ever fall 'sleep in my own bed if there was that option." The realization makes him snicker lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"What about you?" For all his tiredness, Esteban will never deny his curiosity at his fellow travelers, glancing at the corner of his eyes to see his companion's reaction. "Blankets or grass?" He'd ask a full question, but he figures the shorter version is nice, since he'd said-- he'd said he wasn't up for much of a conversation. (So, well, he lied. But Esteban can't help but want to make friends, even when he's totally exhausted.)