[There were a great many things that Linhardt didn't understand in life. As someone who bounced from interest to interest, it was something of a hobby to gain new understanding over these things that remained a mystery to him, in the hopes that it would at least occupy his time until he got bored of it. At the very least, Crest research has served him well due to the many mysteries that come with it; it's an all encompassing subject for Linhardt, and one he doesn't want to take his eyes off of for a moment.
It starts with a casual jape from Caspar, as it always does. That if there's one thing Linhardt could never understand, it's love. Linhardt was more than prepared to fire back that he doubted Caspar understood it either, but something in the way his friend said those words ignited something resembling a competitive fire in him. And so, the bet was established.
Find a date by the end of the month, or he was going to prove Caspar right. Linhardt accepted the challenge, fully intending to research all there was about love and just what one does to make others fall in love. Of course, Linhardt had plenty of other work to do, for both the academy and his own studies, so he was more than content to research it in his spare time. And of course, as he researched it, he found that it was...a lot more complicated than he thought. Genuinely so. Linhardt didn't have a clue as to what all of these gestures could MEAN, what reactions they elicited from the smitten party, why those reactions came to be...
And before Linhardt knew it, it was nearing the end of the month, and time was running short. But he certainly wasn't going to prove Caspar right, was he? No, he couldn't. And thus, Linhardt was willing to resort to the lowest tactic of all.
Cheating. Or, well, cheating at love. Surely if he found a suitable date to agree to this, then he'd be off the hook and perhaps...maybe even he could understand love. Hm. Well, it was worth a shot, and he has been trying to keep an eye on Hubert and Edelgard both since Hubert collapsed a while back...surely he could get Hubert to agree. It wasn't like they would have to do this for long, really. Maybe just a couple of months to form a hypothesis, and to prove Caspar wrong and win the bet.
It was worth a shot, at any rate. And it's what sees Linhardt in the library, eyes coming upon Hubert. He certainly was still spending quite a bit of time in here, but Linhardt didn't want to start this off on the wrong foot. Linhardt walks up to Hubert easily, though.]
Ah, Hubert. I don't suppose I could have a moment of your time?
[There's nothing to it. Linhardt just doesn't want to spring this on someone he can halfway tolerate now; they can save more public gestures for later, if Hubert agrees.]
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It starts with a casual jape from Caspar, as it always does. That if there's one thing Linhardt could never understand, it's love. Linhardt was more than prepared to fire back that he doubted Caspar understood it either, but something in the way his friend said those words ignited something resembling a competitive fire in him. And so, the bet was established.
Find a date by the end of the month, or he was going to prove Caspar right. Linhardt accepted the challenge, fully intending to research all there was about love and just what one does to make others fall in love. Of course, Linhardt had plenty of other work to do, for both the academy and his own studies, so he was more than content to research it in his spare time. And of course, as he researched it, he found that it was...a lot more complicated than he thought. Genuinely so. Linhardt didn't have a clue as to what all of these gestures could MEAN, what reactions they elicited from the smitten party, why those reactions came to be...
And before Linhardt knew it, it was nearing the end of the month, and time was running short. But he certainly wasn't going to prove Caspar right, was he? No, he couldn't. And thus, Linhardt was willing to resort to the lowest tactic of all.
Cheating. Or, well, cheating at love. Surely if he found a suitable date to agree to this, then he'd be off the hook and perhaps...maybe even he could understand love. Hm. Well, it was worth a shot, and he has been trying to keep an eye on Hubert and Edelgard both since Hubert collapsed a while back...surely he could get Hubert to agree. It wasn't like they would have to do this for long, really. Maybe just a couple of months to form a hypothesis, and to prove Caspar wrong and win the bet.
It was worth a shot, at any rate. And it's what sees Linhardt in the library, eyes coming upon Hubert. He certainly was still spending quite a bit of time in here, but Linhardt didn't want to start this off on the wrong foot. Linhardt walks up to Hubert easily, though.]
Ah, Hubert. I don't suppose I could have a moment of your time?
[There's nothing to it. Linhardt just doesn't want to spring this on someone he can halfway tolerate now; they can save more public gestures for later, if Hubert agrees.]