♞ 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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[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.]