♞ III. action.

[holyknights]

[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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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[And that's why it's a problem.]

No, I was... trying to figure out how to deal with my hand.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Figuring out...]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...in the rain.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

I can't practice in here!

[Not to mention that he was really frustrated with just sitting still.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

No one said you had to. But it could have waited.

[It is raining.]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

It's waited long enough.

[A week of doing nothing was way too long.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He considers this...]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...and picks up the driest item from the pile in his hands (probably Elliot's towel, considering) and throws it at his face.]

It can wait a day more.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[STOP THROWING THINGS, SERVANT.]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot takes the towel and throws it right back at him.]

You don't get it, do you?!

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[NO U

Also asd;lkjg hit in the face with a wet towel. Elliot's wet towel, don't you have any shame as a noble, Elliot Nightray. He grabs it as it attempts to slide off his face and throws it back at him.]

Of course not. How am I supposed to understand when you just waltz into the rain without a word?

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He'll catch it this time, but instead of throwing it back, he drops it on the floor.

Purposely.

He sits down on his bed.]

It waited long enough.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Then it can afford to wait a while more. [Is this an argument? Why are they even arguing?] What if you'd gotten worse out there?

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

It's just rain. [It wasn't even about practice. It was about... being able to function on his own. ...but this is stupid. He knows that Leo's just worried, and he knows that he'd worry more if he'd gotten sick.] I won't get any worse. I can't.

[He wouldn't let himself. There were already too many things wrong, he wouldn't allow anything else to be added to it.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to.

[Except that there's a way he can, and Leo can think of one way how it could all be made worse. Or would that be "made better"? It was all really very-- subjective. But that's not something he has to worry about, is it? It's Luceti, that thing doesn't exist...no. No.

He sighs quietly.]

But you're not superhuman-- you're not like a hero in a book.

[You may be a hero in his book, but that changes nothing.]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[If there was ever a time where Elliot actually felt kind of bad for acting the way he did, now would be one of those times. For Leo to have yelled at him earlier, and to be so honest with him now...

It made him feel really selfish for wanting to be more self-sufficient, even if that's silly. He didn't want Leo to have to worry about him.]

Who's the one saying cheesy things now?

[If Elliot could take care of himself, Leo would never have to worry.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...

[He's been run ragged with anxiety for the past week, it's almost embarrassing to be so forthcoming. Almost.]

There's nothing wrong with being a little cheesy sometimes. [But...Elliot understands what he's trying to say, doesn't he? To make a comment like that. Sometimes, Leo would like a 100% confirmation of what was going on in his master's head.]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Mm— [He wasn't going to say much, but his thoughts are interrupted anyway. He shuts his eyes and grabs at the sheets, trying to ignore another sudden ache in his body. It was better to just ignore them, not acknowledge them. Not if Leo was around.] Not too cheesy. My servant can do better than that.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

What, would you rather I be cheesier then? Just like you?

[...but why was Elliot closing his eyes like that? Is he being dismissed?]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Shut up. You're all right the way you are. [He glances around the bed for a moment, and reaches for his blankets. He had just changed his clothes, but...] I'm tired. I think I should get some rest.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[It's not like Elliot to rest early, but he is recovering and Leo...would rather not push things too much after the earlier explosion.]

...I'll wake you up for dinner.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[Time to lay down. Truthfully, he wasn't that tired, and it didn't hurt that bad, it was just... embarrassing.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[Leo'll probably watch him for a bit, but it won't be long before Elliot hears a click when he exits the room.]