♞ IV. written & action.

[holyknights]

[There's a little note left over the journals today. It's directed toward his housemates, but not filtered, because Elliot Nightray doesn't give a damn about filters.]

I had some flowers planted behind the house. Get used to it.

[He doesn't expect there to be any problems, but it was a hell of a lot better than telling them personally.

Alas, Elliot's business with flowers today isn't finished yet. Because his servant has severe anger issues, there is a vase that must be replaced. It'll most likely end up broken again, but today is something of a special occasion, so Elliot will go out of his way to visit the stores and find a vase, and then some flowers to put in it.

Despite being as independent as he is, though, this isn't something he normally does. He's a Nightray, dammit. That's probably why Elliot will do his best to avoid socializing as much as he can. ...more than he already does.]

Comments

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Excuse me, Elliot Nightray refuses to own a shitty vase.]

No. That's all we need.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Back at the orphanage, having flowers in glasses were normal, you know. Plus there's no such thing as a Nightray vase.]

I suppose a vase would look best on the piano top.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

What else would we put there?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

They put them in wine bottles in some books.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Who would like something like that?!

[That sounds really dumb.........]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It could look decent.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Not... entertaining the thought...]

Let's just find a damn vase and get outta here.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It's hard to look for a decent vase if you don't even know what you want, Elliot.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

When we find a nice one, we'll take it.

[Was that really so complicated?]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

You've been picky so far.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Because they've all looked bad so far.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Weird. [Not bad. There's a difference.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Bad.

[He means what he says!]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

They're not exactly interchangeable. [Or does he say what he means?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Both, because he is Elliot goddamn Nightray.]

That's why I said they're bad.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot, you have terrible logic.]

They're not all bad. Ah, you've just walked by one.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[That causes Elliot to stop and look around for the nearly-missed vase.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Pay more attention!

[You obviously should have said something sooner.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I am. That's why I told you.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[So annoying, servant. When Elliot spots the vase, he reaches over to pick it up.]

What do you think?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Is he asking him? The one who'd said that they weren't bad, just weird? Huh.

He studies the vase a little before he makes any comments.]

It's better than the ones we've looked at so far.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Leo's opinion matters to Elliot, especially if he's going to end up staring at the vase, too.

...if he can see it past all that hair, anyway.]

It could be worse.

[It could be really... round?]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He's not blind, you know. Partially blind, yes.]

Is that a yes then?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Blind enough! He nods slightly.]

It's fine.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Then we'll go with this one.