[ 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: ]
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?
[ None of the kids he's been thrown together with, over the years, ever did what he said without question. Reim lectured him (and still does), Gilbert complained (and still does), Oz... Oz.
Urgh. ]
I'm too old.
[ At this point, he's muttering more to himself than to Allen. ]
I'm too old for any of this.
[ He twitches the blanket over his head. This is the event horizon of sulking, Allen, escape now while you can. ]
Fortunately(?), you don't get far in Allen's line of work without some damn good reflexes. He jerks back, left hand shooting up to grab for Break's hand, inhumanly fast.] Oi!
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Voice;
Voice; -> ACTION;
[A short while later, knocking on the door of 403!!]
ACTION;
[ When Allen enters, he'll find Xerxes Break in his pajamas, lying prone on the sofa, somewhat haphazardly covered by a blanket. ]
Come here.
ACTION;
Mr. Break, are you ill?
ACTION;
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.
ACTION;
'Rub your neck'?
ACTION;
ACTION;
What!? This isn't 'busy' at all!
ACTION;
Ugh. You're untrainable. Go away.
ACTION;
ACTION;
ACTION;
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?
ACTION;
Urgh. ]
I'm too old.
[ At this point, he's muttering more to himself than to Allen. ]
I'm too old for any of this.
[ He twitches the blanket over his head. This is the event horizon of sulking, Allen, escape now while you can. ]
ACTION;
Mr. Break? [IS HE STILL GOING TO GET LESSONS OR NOT!!]
ACTION;
...
Finally, a hand juts out from beneath the covers. His index finger curls, beckoning. ]
ACTION;
ACTION;
As soon as he's within range, Break's hand reaches suddenly for Allen's nose. ]
ACTION;
Fortunately(?), you don't get far in Allen's line of work without some damn good reflexes. He jerks back, left hand shooting up to grab for Break's hand, inhumanly fast.] Oi!