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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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[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.]