[it is always — ramza thinks — always strange that the other ramza continually insists on calling him ramza as if they do not share a name. generally, across school, teachers might refer to them as "beoulve" or "lexentale," whereas other students more affectionately refer to them as "ramza one" and "ramza two." it has not escaped ramza bas lexentale's notice that he is always "ramza two." but then, it would be impossible not to think of ramza beoulve, sunshine boy, as "ramza one" — the first ramza, the better ramza.
anyway, it's just weird. ramza beoulve could easily just call him something else, invent some sort of nickname to use between them, like — like lex. lex would be a perfectly acceptable and understandable nickname.
instead, he always just says ramza — easily, as elegantly as if it were not his own name.
it bothers ramza bas lexentale.
at any rate, ramza two — ramza the second, the lesser, the afterthought — has not received any chocolate today. oh, he got chocolate from alma — that is, his sister, not ramza's sister — but he did not receive chocolate from anyone who was not blood-related to him.
lex doesn't mind. not really. it's not his aim to be popular around school, and he's always been unfriendly, prone to keeping his nose in a book rather than pointed toward the people around him. startled from the park bench where he's been reading about twelfth-century ordallian military strategy, he nods at ramza beoulve, and lifts his hand in return greeting.]
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anyway, it's just weird. ramza beoulve could easily just call him something else, invent some sort of nickname to use between them, like — like lex. lex would be a perfectly acceptable and understandable nickname.
instead, he always just says ramza — easily, as elegantly as if it were not his own name.
it bothers ramza bas lexentale.
at any rate, ramza two — ramza the second, the lesser, the afterthought — has not received any chocolate today. oh, he got chocolate from alma — that is, his sister, not ramza's sister — but he did not receive chocolate from anyone who was not blood-related to him.
lex doesn't mind. not really. it's not his aim to be popular around school, and he's always been unfriendly, prone to keeping his nose in a book rather than pointed toward the people around him. startled from the park bench where he's been reading about twelfth-century ordallian military strategy, he nods at ramza beoulve, and lifts his hand in return greeting.]
Ah, er... yes. Happy Valentione's to you.
[he should probably... say something else?]
You... seem to have had a successful one?