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I'm--
[ A stifled groan. ]
I'm busy, that's all.
[ A stifled groan. ]
I'm busy, that's all.
Edited 2013-07-26 17:13 (UTC)
mutter mutter mutter young whippersnapper mutter mutter mutter
Goodness, you're awfully keen.
Goodness, you're awfully keen.
[ ... ]
I suppose...
[ Hmm ]
If you're really that eager, there's something you could do to hurry things along.
I suppose...
[ Hmm ]
If you're really that eager, there's something you could do to hurry things along.
[ Allen Allen Allen ]
Stop by my flat, room 403.
Stop by my flat, room 403.
Or we could simply wait until next week. You're the one who's keen, remember?
It's open.
[ When Allen enters, he'll find Xerxes Break in his pajamas, lying prone on the sofa, somewhat haphazardly covered by a blanket. ]
Come here.
[ When Allen enters, he'll find Xerxes Break in his pajamas, lying prone on the sofa, somewhat haphazardly covered by a blanket. ]
Come here.
[ He shifts over, turning slightly and fixing Allen (more or less) with his sightless eye. He starts to giggle, but leaves off immediately, wincing. ]
Don't be ridiculous.
[ He probably could simply have asked Collette to do this for him, but it's better (and far more entertaining!) to finagle the unwilling. He drawls - or rather he tries to, but given the world of hurt he's currently occupying, it comes out as more of a wheeze: ]
Rub my neck.
Don't be ridiculous.
[ He probably could simply have asked Collette to do this for him, but it's better (and far more entertaining!) to finagle the unwilling. He drawls - or rather he tries to, but given the world of hurt he's currently occupying, it comes out as more of a wheeze: ]
Rub my neck.
[ He's busy sulking, in point of fact. ]
Ugh. You're untrainable. Go away.
Ugh. You're untrainable. Go away.
If you're already objecting to what I tell you to do, then there's no point continuing.
[Fuck you too, Tyki.
He doesn't think he won't, which is a Problem. One that he thinks he could tackle on his own, if it came down to it (he could rid Tyki of his Noah himself, put a stop to it before Tyki can follow through on this or any threat)... but he knows the rest of the Exorcists need to know what's going on before anything else happens.
Give him a moment, he's forwarding it now.]
This is from Tyki Mikk.
He doesn't think he won't, which is a Problem. One that he thinks he could tackle on his own, if it came down to it (he could rid Tyki of his Noah himself, put a stop to it before Tyki can follow through on this or any threat)... but he knows the rest of the Exorcists need to know what's going on before anything else happens.
Give him a moment, he's forwarding it now.]
This is from Tyki Mikk.
[Oh my god.
A part of him is sorely tempted to just turn around and leave, right away.
But the other part of him wants to learn how to use a sword correctly, preferably from somebody as good as Break purportedly is. He needs to learn, badly...]
So [ he pauses, uncomfortably - forcing himself to accept the stomach-churning reality that he might actually be considering giving this man a back rub
for sword lessons ]
you're not going to train me at all... if I don't do this?
A part of him is sorely tempted to just turn around and leave, right away.
But the other part of him wants to learn how to use a sword correctly, preferably from somebody as good as Break purportedly is. He needs to learn, badly...]
So [ he pauses, uncomfortably - forcing himself to accept the stomach-churning reality that he might actually be considering giving this man a back rub
for sword lessons ]
you're not going to train me at all... if I don't do this?
[ cat of the canals had become cat of the alleys. she crept them like a cat, disappearing as easily as she appeared. yet one of her favorite places to eat wasn't in the alleys at all, but in the hold. she was fond of allen, and kaneis was a good cook. the two women in the flat she found stupid and gladly avoided. she had stopped coming for a while, but just a suddenly as she had gone she had reappeared at the door.
from her manner, it was like the previous weeks had not happened. the girl wears cat's face out of familiarity. allen knows little. he does not know of the faceless girl. he still thinks her as cat, and cat she becomes. it is easier. cat is simple. and unlike where she sleeps, here she is untroubled by arya stark's ghost.
the girl eats her food and fills the air with unimportant chatter and impertinent questions to avoid speaking of herself. she feels odd, almost ill. rising, she excuses herself to retreat into the bathroom, leaving her half-finished meal on the table.
and there she stays, without a word, long past any expected wait.
maybe she died in there. ]
from her manner, it was like the previous weeks had not happened. the girl wears cat's face out of familiarity. allen knows little. he does not know of the faceless girl. he still thinks her as cat, and cat she becomes. it is easier. cat is simple. and unlike where she sleeps, here she is untroubled by arya stark's ghost.
the girl eats her food and fills the air with unimportant chatter and impertinent questions to avoid speaking of herself. she feels odd, almost ill. rising, she excuses herself to retreat into the bathroom, leaving her half-finished meal on the table.
and there she stays, without a word, long past any expected wait.
maybe she died in there. ]
[He doesn't question her. He was glad she'd come back, and if she wanted things to return to how they had been, he would let them.
And Allen waits politely, at first, after she excuses herself. He idly eyes her unfinished food and strikes up a one-sided conversation with Tim to fill the silence; but minutes tick by and he begins to wonder if perhaps he should inquire if everything's all right.
But that might be rude.
Was the food bad? He feels fine, but he's used to different foods... He shouldn't ask, he's sure she'll be back soon, she'll be cross if he bothers her. Why is he even worrying? He's being ridiculous.
But more time passes. He goes quiet, looks from Tim, to the clock, to the bathroom door. The apartment's silent again.
Maybe she's not all right.
Okay, okay - it can't hurt to check. He pushes his chair back.
And steeling himself, he knocks on the door, lightly,] Cat...?
And Allen waits politely, at first, after she excuses herself. He idly eyes her unfinished food and strikes up a one-sided conversation with Tim to fill the silence; but minutes tick by and he begins to wonder if perhaps he should inquire if everything's all right.
But that might be rude.
Was the food bad? He feels fine, but he's used to different foods... He shouldn't ask, he's sure she'll be back soon, she'll be cross if he bothers her. Why is he even worrying? He's being ridiculous.
But more time passes. He goes quiet, looks from Tim, to the clock, to the bathroom door. The apartment's silent again.
Maybe she's not all right.
Okay, okay - it can't hurt to check. He pushes his chair back.
And steeling himself, he knocks on the door, lightly,] Cat...?
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