James looks outside the window and gaped. “I always loved nature,” he says. “I used to spend hours in the woods at home.”
“It’s my second time passing such… nature. I suppose.” Ferris sighs. Elise takes an inquisitive look into Ferris’ shying gaze, and poses a question.
“Ferris, how about you?”
“Uh, eh? What brought this up?”
Ferris had started sweating, looking away from the group.
“It had just occurred to me that you have never once talked about your home.” Elise replies.
“…”
“Who wants to play a game?” James says loudly but not too loudly, to spare Ferris from answering.
“Yes please!” Ferris said almost all too enthusiastically. “What game?”
Elise eyes Ferris again, before sighing.
“Okay. What game?”
Think, James, he thinks. He hadn’t thought of one when he said it.
It’s a small compartment. This rules out any physical games. This means it would have to be… be…
“I suggest we play Two truths and a lie,” he says. “This will help us learn a little more about eachother.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
Ferris asks.
Hunter slowly faked falling asleep.
“I’ll go first.
My middle name is Arthur.
I have an older brother.
I lived on the outskirts of Borio Plains.
Of those three sentences, only two are true. Together, you’ve got to decide which one is a lie.”
James glanced at Hunter, who appeared to be sleeping in his seat. He lightly shook him. “Wake up.”
“You didn’t live in on the outskirts of Borio Plains…”
Hunter mumbled.
“Wait no, you don’t have a brother.”
“Is that your final answer?” James says, staring at Hunter with an expressionless gaze.
“Hunter has proposed the second statement to be false,” James said. “What about you two?”
Hunter slumped back to his fake sleep.
“Borio Plains? Isn’t that all the way in the North?” Ferris remarks, clearly confused. “I don’t buy it. That’s really, REALLY far away!”
“Come to think of it, I’ve never known your middle name.” Elise replies. “So I’ll be taking the first option.”
“My middle name is Arthur,” James says, smiling broadly. “It’s after my uncle, Arthur the Third. And I did live on the outskirts of Borio Plains. However, I didn’t have an older brother. I was an only child.”
He waits to see their reactions.
“It’s pretty obvious he didn’t have a brother, don’t you remember the story he gave on the first day?”
James nodded. “You have a keen memory,” he says.
“The story was pretty memorable.”
James opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He felt touched that someone actually had listened to him.
“Who’s turn is it now?”