♞ 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.]

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

We're talking about the flowers, aren't we?!

[Because, you know. He was.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Oh. He frowns.] Never mind.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Like he would make a comment about your beautiful eyes in public, gosh.

Well, whatever. That's not the important part.]

Hurry it up. I have something to give you.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[what]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...here?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

The sooner we get back to the house, the sooner I can give it to you.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Why does it have to be back at the house? [But he walks a little faster, just in case. He has an idea why— and frankly, he hasn't said anything about it because he frankly sees no reason to bring up his birthday, but Elliot clearly remembers.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Because I said so, that's why.

[And that's all he has to say on the matter. They still have a ways to go to get there, but as long as they don't take any detours, they'll be there in no time.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[That's a terrible reason. But fine, he'll wait and won't give Elliot any more grief— at least, till they get back home.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Give him grief and he will change his mind about all of this. Elliot immediately addresses his servant once they're inside the house.]

Give me the flowers. You can put the vase on the piano.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...

[There is so many things wrong with that statement.]

Do you know how to arrange flowers, Elliot?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

The extra ones don't need to be arranged.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

It'd be easier if I put the flowers in the vase instead.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...well, he was going to keep the extra ones, but to tell the truth, they're not that important to him. So he shrugs and starts heading to his room regardless.]

Do what you want with them.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He can probably pluck them from the vase later if he really likes them...

Well then, if Elliot's going to his room, he'll just...head to the kitchen. The kitchen sink, to be more specific. There's flowers to arrange, man. And no one asks him if he thinks that it's unmanly for him to arrange flowers.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Well, you are pretty gender ambiguous, after all...

While Leo works on the flowers, Elliot makes his way to his room, where he will abandon his jacket (that is definitely not weather appropriate), and grab the sheet music that he'd hidden away so his servant wouldn't find it. He feels slightly nervous, but he ignores it—feelings like that were useless.

He returns to the living room to sit at the piano, where he'll warm up a little until his servant finishes.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[With his beautiful eyes and slender fingers?

Whenever Leo emerges from the kitchen, vase in hand, he looks a little happier at how he's done things-- it's not quite florist grade, but hey, it's a start. Besides, Elliot on the piano wasn't anything strange, after all.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[O-oh...

Elliot keeps his attention on the piano until Leo moves closer to him. That's when he'll glance up to regard the flowers. He doesn't say anything, but something about his silence is approving.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[No complaints tend to be a good thing, especially from Elliot, so he'll just go ahead and set it on top of the piano. There's not much to it, and after he's sure that it isn't about to tip over the side, he'll turn to look at Elliot. What are you working on, master?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot frowns a little, and stops what he's doing to look over at Leo again. He moves over on the piano bench and gestures at his servant.]

Sit down.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Huh. He'll take that seat beside Elliot then with a rather curious air-- let's see what you've got, Elliot.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He reaches for the sheet music he set on top of the piano, shuffling through the pages for a moment before he hands them to his servant to look at.]

Since it's your birthday, I decided to write you a song.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Leo reaches out to take them and silently shuffles through the sheets, trying out the tune out in his head. He'd thought that it was for this; no, he probably knew. It's just that he didn't quite expect Elliot to remember his birthday since no one really had since he'd entered the orphanage. And it makes him...

...it makes him happy.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[And after a bit, he'll look up.]

Will you play this? [for him?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Y-yes. There are words, too, but I...

[Well. You know.]