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♞ III. action.

[After finally finding an opportunity to escape from his house, Elliot makes his way through the rain to the barracks. His intent is to let some of his frustration out, but it isn't going as well as he'd like. What should be flawless techniques are interrupted when his hand freezes up, forcing him to drop his precious black blade. Multiple times.

It would take more than a stupid handicap to make Elliot Nightray give up, though. It didn't matter how frustrating it was.

Sooner or later, he'll head back, but he's not in any hurry to do so. It's been almost a week since he returned and his condition hasn't improved much at all. He hates this place. He hates it with a passion.]

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[...silence. Of course.

You know what? He's done. He doesn't want to stay here and just...yell at him. He's tired, he's wet and he's crying and that's stupid. He's wants to go home.

To wherever home is.]

Just-- just come home.

[For as long as he'd known him, Leo had never acted like this. He liked to follow after Elliot most of the time, but he had never been so... upset when he couldn't. It had only been a few hours, and here Leo was, yelling at him for it.

Insensitive, that was what he'd said. Then what he'd said before that... He must have been talking about the time that he was gone. Kidnapped.]

You were worried...?

[Was all of this because of that?]

[It's Leo's turn to remain silent this time. Really, Elliot, what do you think? You tell him.]

[He doesn't have to say anything. It isn't hard to tell what that means. And if it was because of what had happened before, then what Leo was really concerned about was...]

You thought I'd been taken again?

[He still doesn't respond, but his shoulders droop slightly, presenting a less hostile stance. Of course he was worried. Who wouldn't be?]

[...he was such an idiot. An insensitive blockhead, just like he'd said.

Later, he'd have to talk to his servant about yelling at his master like that, but in the meantime, Elliot bends down to pick up his sword and put it away. Then, he'll approach Leo slowly, carefully, keeping in mind that his servant had always been rather unstable.]

Leo...

...let's just go home.

[He reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder. He knows it's stupid to stay here, but he deserved an apology for his carelessness.]

I'm sorry. I didn't...

[Silence- and he raises a hand, as if to brush off Elliot's on his shoulder only that it rests on Elliot's sleeve instead. And he repeats:]

Let's go home.

[There's an underlying urgent tone in his quiet voice- he doesn't want to hear Elliot apologise. An apology doesn't make things better but for now...he just wanted Elliot home.]

[He frowns. He doesn't understand Leo's reasoning, but it was raining out, and they should get back to the house. It wasn't a long walk anyway, so they should hurry before one of them got sick.

His grip tightens on Leo's shoulder briefly, and Elliot winces. It wasn't a voluntary gesture. Elliot brushes it off, though, removing his hand and moving ahead of him.]

Come on. Let's go.

[He pauses as he looks at the spot on his shoulder where he'd been gripped-- he has questions about how Elliot's been having lately, but perhaps now wasn't the time. It was impossible to see Elliot's face with all this damp hair after all, and he could've been wrong...maybe.

For now, he'd follow silently after Elliot. It's rather amazing how soaked the both of them are.]

[It's fortunate that it's a short walk back to the house, because the silence makes the rain feel heavier than it is. Elliot doesn't bother to check back and see how his servant's doing, because after that argument, he knows he isn't going anywhere.

Even when they get to the house, he takes it upon himself to open the door. Thanks to the kidnapping, he'd been less independent than usual, and it really pissed him off.]

[How very forceful of you, Master Nightray.

Independent as Elliot may consider himself to be, Leo still makes a beeline to the nearest storeroom and tosses a dry towel at Elliot's direction-- as much as one can make a beeline when they're trying not to stumble over things in the room from not being able to see. Even with the awkward journey home, it's still his duty to ensure that his charge doesn't get sick otherwise that would usually mean more work.]

[Once they're inside and the front door is shut, Elliot works on taking off his coat, his gloves, his shoes. Even his clothes are a little damp, so he starts heading to his room when that towel is thrown at him. He stops, using the towel to start drying his hair.]

Go change your clothes.

[He's tired so he doesn't argue about a direct order like that even as he tugs a second dry towel from the cupboard and places it on his own head. He makes no effort to dry his hair in the open unlike Elliot, however, choosing instead to enter his room first and close the door behind him.

...except that there's a crash about two minutes after that, followed by a resulting thud.]

[Elliot continues on his way to his room once his servant disappears, still working on drying his hair as he goes.]

[—and then he hears that awful sound, dropping his towel. He can probably guess what happened.]

[He immediately heads toward his servant's room and lets himself in to check on him.]

What the hell was that?

[Leo reckons that it hadn't been such a good idea placing the Britannica vol. 1 on top of the tiny novel on that tottering pile of books after all. His hands are certainly smarting from the encounter with the floorboards and he'd been this close to knocking himself on the bedpost.]

Ouch.

[He winces at the stinging sensation as he pushes himself upwards before feeling his face and noticing that his glasses must have clattered away. A quick glance around confirms that it's nowhere around him; it's probably somewhere in the room. And he'd probably have to be extra careful not to tread on them.

...what a pain.

Either way, he really can't see without drying off his hair and parting it a little more than necessary so with a grumble, he'll grab the towel off the top of the book tower and run it through his hair. How was he supposed to find any new clothes like this? Though for once, his eyes should be more visible than usual--]

[--as the door opens and he stares at Elliot.

Pause.]

Don't you knock?

[Elliot looks down at Leo, and the first thing he notices are his eyes. They usually remained hidden by that mess of hair, so it was unusual to actually be able to see them like this. He always thought of how much of a shame that was, because the other boy's eyes were so beautiful and—

...something's different about them. They're different somehow, aren't they?

He shakes his head. Maybe he was just... imagining it.]

Shut up. Don't be stupid. Are you hurt?

[He's at least able to be a little more scathing now that he's out of the rain and home and he knows that Elliot is in the house. Still, he pulls the towel a little lower so that it covers the front portion of his face now-- he's noticed that stare, after all.]

A bruise or two won't kill me.

[That attitude... Elliot frowns, shutting the door behind him and moving to retrieve the boy's glasses. They weren't hard for him to spot even among the mess, but Leo would never find them if he kept hiding like that.

He offers them back to him.]

I told you to do something about this place.

It was an accident.

[His tone is deliberately flippant- he hadn't meant to trip over the books just like how Elliot hadn't meant to wander off, of course. Not that he'll refuse his glasses, though; Elliot might be able get a second glance of those eyes as Leo runs a hand through his hair to pull his bangs back and put those glasses on.]

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