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thehometree2015-03-31 01:52 am
fallensun) wrote in thehometree2015-03-31 01:52 am
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Serious Problems [Closed]
| characters | Judar and Cynthia
| date/time | Tuesday morning
| location | Their room
| rating | PG-13, probably. It's Judar.
| summary | There's lichen in the bath and that's unacceptable.
Hey. Hey, Blondie.
[It's very unlike Judar to be awake this early in the morning, but sometimes you wake up and you just can't get back to sleep, you know? It happens and it's a huge pain in the ass, but you deal. He decided to deal by taking a bath, but that turned out to be, well, an issue.
He's used to the best life has to offer. The baths in the Imperial Palace in Kou are second only to those in Reim and, well, he's never spent much time in Reim so Reim can suck it. The baths here however, now have gross stuff growing all over the walls and floor. He's even brought back and armful of it that he peeled off the wall because it pissed him off that much.
And he'll now unceremoniously drop it on his roommate.]
Wake up, would you?
| date/time | Tuesday morning
| location | Their room
| rating | PG-13, probably. It's Judar.
| summary | There's lichen in the bath and that's unacceptable.
Hey. Hey, Blondie.
[It's very unlike Judar to be awake this early in the morning, but sometimes you wake up and you just can't get back to sleep, you know? It happens and it's a huge pain in the ass, but you deal. He decided to deal by taking a bath, but that turned out to be, well, an issue.
He's used to the best life has to offer. The baths in the Imperial Palace in Kou are second only to those in Reim and, well, he's never spent much time in Reim so Reim can suck it. The baths here however, now have gross stuff growing all over the walls and floor. He's even brought back and armful of it that he peeled off the wall because it pissed him off that much.
And he'll now unceremoniously drop it on his roommate.]
Wake up, would you?
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Nope. They were wet. He might as well drop a bucket of water on her.]
Sleeping...go away...
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[He plants his hands on his hips and leans over her, frowning in irritation. This means, in addition to dropping the lichen on her, he's now dripping on her. His hair is a heavy, sodden mess because, honestly, he's never had to dry it with anything other than magic and he can't use his Heat Magic here. There wasn't even anyone to dry it for him and he can usually wheedle someone into doing that, too, if he doesn't want to spare the magoi for the magic. This place sucks.]
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[Ok the wet hair was not welcome. Not even a little. It felt like someone dipped a mop in a bucket and just shoved it right into her face. Now it wasn't exactly the best wake up call. But it got her rolling around and eventually falling out of her bed just to escape all that hair.]
...I'm up. What do you want?
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[There are certain self-help skills one would expect someone to have developed by the time they reach 20, but apparently no one sent Judar that memo. Or if they did, he didn't bother to read it. Possibly the latter. After all, why would he need to? He's been waited on hand and foot since he was a baby. He may resent being forced into the life he leads, but he can't deny that he hasn't enjoyed the benefits it's come with. He really can't even imagine what it would have been like growing up as a peasant in some nowhere village.]
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...did you seriously wake me up for that? Dry your own hair.
[Then crawls back into her slightly damp and lichen filled bed and pulls up the covers. Shoo fly, don't bother me. ]
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There too much of it and it's too much work without magic. Stop being lazy and get up.
[He yanks the covers back down, which means dripping even more.]
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It's not my fault you have too much hair. Don't like it, then cut it.
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[He sounds surprisingly shocked and offended for what actually sounds like a reasonable suggestion.]
I've never cut it!
[Well, obviously there are parts he keeps short(ish), but the rest of it has never been cut in his entire life save for trimming off the occasional split ends. A Magi's braid is his pride, after all and his is the best. The shrimp's ratty little braid is nothing in comparison and the new brat in Reim only braids a bit of his hair, so he clearly sucks.]
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[Look at her hair, Hairball. If she can dry it on her own without magic. You can dry yours.]
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He hangs his head. It's going to take a little before he can get the tears flowing.]
I...I've never had to...You don't understand...they...they...
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My gosh, it's not even that hard! Just grab a towel and RUB. You have two hands, right? Use them!
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[He manages to remember to sound at least a little sniffly. Being tangled is worse than being wet, honestly. How the hell is he supposed to brush all of it out? He has people who do that for him, dammit. Even when he and Hakuryuu were camped out at the military base, he managed find someone to con into it. He could probably find someone else in the tree who'd do it, but Blondie is here at the moment.]
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[Now leave. She is sleepy.]
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[He sits down on the floor and curls up, which means he's going to end up leaving a puddle before long. Geez, he can only keep up the sad thing for so long. This is annoying.]
You don't know what it was like...
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[She just looks at him. Now she's definitely not going to fall for this. But she doesn't want to deal with a puddle later.
Sigh.]
Go get your towel, you child.
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[He scrambles over to where he dropped the towel and grabs it so he can toss it to her. He then returns to his spot on the floor and turns around so she can reach his hair.]
It's not like it's my fault my parents were killed when I was a baby, you know. You can't blame me for ending up with a personality like this.
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[She is in no mood. NO MOOD. She just gets up, gathers all his hair on her lap, and starts rubbing it dry with a towel, one section at a time.
This...this is going to take all morning.]
And I'm not brushing this after.
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[If nothing else, he's sitting still. He's patient enough not to fidget for a while at least. After all, he's used to this sort of thing. Some days, he's even willing to sit still long enough to let Kouha braid his hair. Not many, but it's something that's been known to happen.]
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[She tugs his hair to emphasize "learn" but tries to pass it off as an accident as she tries to wring out excess water from his hair. THIS ISN'T EVEN A FOURTH. SEND HELP.]
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[So much for his "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD" pity party. Not that it's any less the truth, but it's not like the people who killed his parents haven't spoiled him terribly ever since.
He winces when she tugs his hair. He's going to be charitable and assume she didn't do it on purpose. She just better not try it again.]
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Not here.
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[He wouldn't say he's an expert on girls, but he's pretty good at getting them to do stuff for him. It helps when most of the women you see in any given day are servants.]
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Women aren't slaves. I REALLY hope you know that.
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[Girls are also touchy. This would be why he likes making Kougyoku's life miserable. She overreacts to everything.]
Girls like hair and stuff. That's all I said and it's true, so...
[So does Kouha, but Kouha's weird.]
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Just...don't. If you need help with your hair, ask me. Don't annoy anyone else.
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[She said nothing of the sort, but it's not like that matters. Nor does it mean he's going to listen. He very rarely listens to anyone he doesn't want to listen to, after all. The only reason Al-Thamen managed to keep him under control for so long was because they found ways to make it worth his while.]
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[At least she cares, to some degree. Oh yeah, she knows he has that magic to protect himself. But she was positive he'd die if he had to do simple domestic tasks on his own.
Ok, halfway done...she thinks.]
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Like I'm worried about anyone hurting me. It's not like they'll get the chance to do it more than once.
[Which is why they're better off avoiding him, but he doesn't think about it that way.]
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Dear arcues, were you locked in a tower or something? How in the world could someone have this much hair!?
[Look who's talking.]
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Like anyone could lock me up anywhere.
[No, his cage was entirely invisible. There was no containing him physically, but there were always dolls watching him. No matter where he went, Al-Thamen knew what he was up to. He never had the chance to choose his own path in life, not until Hakuryuu finally accepted his offer.]
And I told you, didn't I? I haven't cut it ever. Not in 20 years.
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Surely people have at least TRIED. I mean, how old are you anyway? 22? 23?
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[The things he puts up with to get his hair dried, geez. He should have asked one of the other girls, after all. Maybe they'd actually pay attention when he talks about stuff.]
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[She eyes the tip of his hair in pure surprise. Even she's cut her hair once or twice. But this???]
This is your baby hair!? Don't you at least trim to remove split ends? This isn't healthy.
[or logical. How the hell does he not have split ends and tangles!?]
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[That's a good enough answer for him.]
I cut the top parts, anyway. Otherwise it'd all get pulled back and it'd tug too much.
[He may actually be implying that he cuts it himself. Looking at it, that's possible. It's not exactly neat.]
It gets in my third eye now, though. Pain in the ass.
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[She pulls off the towel from over his head. With the amount of effort she actually put into rubbing. Those roots should be as dry as dry could get. Guess it was back to the rest of his hair.]
So can you see dead people or something? What do you use it for?
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[He pushes his hair back from his forehead. Obviously, it's not visible now. You can't even see where it would be. Most members of Al-Thamen tattooed their foreheads where their third eyes would be if they could open, but they never did it to Judar. Maybe they knew he'd get his opened eventually or something.]
Usually just when I'm using magic. Like, seriously using it, not just freezing dumb bugs with basic ice spells even a baby could do.
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[She doesn't really comment much after that. Maybe if she stopped talking to the guy, she'd get though all this hair much MUCH faster. Then maybe, JUST MAYBE, he'd let her go back to sleep.
...or maybe she'd braid his hair.]
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[Not many people, that's for sure. No other magicians. It's a much bigger deal that "actually interesting." He may be pouting a little.]
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Should I tie it too, your majesty? Or can I go back to bed?
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And you call me lazy. It's morning, isn't it? If you don't get to breakfast in time, I'm gonna eat it all.
[It's not teasing. It's a legitimate threat. The food that appears is rationed out per person, but he's not at all above taking an extra serving or two if the opportunity presents itself.]
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[Actually she does. She just wasn't in the mood to deal with this man child right now, and that moss bed of her seemed so inviting. But she knew she probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep again if she tried. She's been up too long.]
Unless you actually need to me to go with you, for whatever reason.
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[He shrugs and fusses with his braid, making sure it's hanging the right way.]
Don't come crying to me when there's no food left.
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[She flops back on her bed and shoos him with her hand.]