[His cellphone alerts him of a new text but it isn't like Leon to check right that instance. There is never a rush when it comes to such things but when he does finally get a look at his phone, Leon can't help to look at the emoticon with distaste. Whoever showed Chal how to do surely did no value their life highly. However there is nothing he can do about it or would it be reasonable to ask Chal to forget how to use those things? He would give thought to that some other time. He has something more important to deal with at the moment.
The text would remain without a response as he decides to find its sender. Leon can only assume Chal is somewhere in the house meaning it was time to leave the privacy of his room. The door swings open and Leon steps out. It would seem he doesn't have to search too hard to find Chal.]
Wouldn't it have been more practical to ask directly? But anyway, I am well. I am not sure what has you so worried.
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[ Guilty as charged, the Swordian looks up from his place on the floor outside of Leon and Ion's room before clumsily scrambling to his feet for a proper greeting.
Ah–!] Forgive me young master, I did not want to bother you if you were preoccupied.
[ Worried would be an understatement given how Chaltier's brows are knit and lips curve vaguely downwards replacing his usual smile, but he is relieved to see that Leon is – once again – just fine. The same as all the other times he has asked since the initial broadcast announcing that a killer was afoot; however, he did not want to make matters worse by admitting his own uneasiness with the whole ordeal, nor the painful flashbacks of his misuse in Aquaveil and the flooding of the mines that comes with it. ]
It's just that, with what's been happening lately [ despite his best efforts to remain calm, a visible shudder passed through him at even the ambiguous mention, body betraying his resolution; alas, it was much easier to mask his anxieties in his previous form ], perhaps it would be best to resign ourselves to the house until matters are resolved?
Nonsense. I shall do no such thing. Or do you do not trust that I can take care of myself?
[Even if he lacked a weapon and his artes, Leon feels confident that he can at least keep himself out of all the trouble that is going around Holly Heights. He has done so thus far and there is no reason for that to change now (besides, with Chal at his side there is more of a reason for him to feel more confident in what he said). Though perhaps that is not enough for Chal. That worried expression on Chal's face has him reconsider.]
But I suppose there is no real reason to go out too often and there are things I must show anyway.
Ehhh! No, that's not— o-of course you can handle yourself, Young Master! I just—
[ Chaltier continues to trip over his own words in an attempt to salvage the misunderstanding, yet the relief is apparent when it is decided that they will indeed stay indoors (and, what he equates to out of harm's way). ]
[He can't hide the amusement he feels as Chal trips through his words. It has been a while and even if he has yet to say it, this is something he missed. There is a hint of mirthfulness in his tone as he teases the swordian.] Oh? You're just not certain I can handle what's been happening lately? Is that right?
Chal. [That kind of suggestion is that? He crosses his arms as he expects an answer only he keeps on speaking.] What purpose would that serve?
[ Even after all these years together, Chaltier still falls prey to Leon's wry sense of humor. H-how cruel, Young Master! ]
Don't you think that it would be fun, Young Master? Since we're not leaving the house, right... It'll be just like when you were younger! Remember? When I suggested that you pile up all the pillows and blankets together to protect you when you were scared of the dark...
[As for the pillow fort his thoughts remain that the whole affair is childish. He simply cannot do something like that. It really did not serve any purpose. Even so he could already tell Chal had his heart set on the idea. Only glancing at his bed brought him to the realization that there weren't enough pillows for such a thing. His single pillow would not be enough to amount to anything.]
[ Pillow fort, blanket fort, it makes no difference really, for Chaltier has already found his way inside of the room and under the sheets of Leon's bed, now holding up the comforter and patting the open space next to him for the younger swordsman to join in. ]
Don't worry, Young Master – we can make do with just this! It's the thought that counts, the thought!
[His arms have remained crossed the entire time and from his expression, it doesn't seem like he will change his pose any time soon. He watches as his swordian decides to go ahead with his plan and despite his reservations he doesn't say a word to protest. He merely sighs and finally let's his arms drop at his sides as he moves closer.
It is childish. Really childish.]
I'm not so sure about this. [But no one is watching them. Still, it doesn't mean he should act so carefree.]
Chal. [He can't keep the exasperation out of his tone. It's difficult not to feel an overwhelming sense of discomfort, if the situation had been different things would not have gotten this far. Definitely not. Actually that not true. They would have been under the covers much faster with Leon leading the way there.
He is not going to escape. It's going to happen. Why is he doing this?
[ It may be awkward, their shoulders touching from huddling close together to fit under the sheets, but Chaltier seems to be enjoying it nonetheless. ]
[It's not quite the same as before, it feels cramped to him. Maybe if he closed his eyes. Yet even like this he knows it is different. With their shoulders touching he is well aware that Chal's form is different. He would try to concentrate on his voice.]
Chal, don't you think this is a little uncomfortable?
[ And the Swordian leans in closer still, all too eager to make up for lost years; yet, on the same token, his movements are slow, deliberate. He is acutely aware that Leon's childhood severely lacked any form of physical affection (if at all), and Chaltier has high hopes to make up for that now that circumstances allow for it.
Still, it does not change the fact that it is a bit cramped. ]
Maybe this doesn't work so well now that I'm human, right...
[It isn't exactly a welcomed closeness. It is after all unusual for him to have this kind of contact and he is well aware of it. Perhaps it is because they are slow movements that Leon does have time to react. It isn't fully voluntary, but he does inch away from Chal. His hand finds the edge of the bed and it is only then that he stops.]
Chal...
It isn't because of that. I did say I am no longer a child. I long lost interest in this kind thing.
[ His companion's discomfort apparent, Chaltier relents from any further prodding. Though he, more than anyone, understands Leon's aversion to this kind of contact, a part of him cannot help but to feel hurt by the reaction. ]
You're right, circumstances are different now. [ He bows his head. ] My apologies, Young Master.
[ It is obvious that Leon is making a compromise for his sake, and to say that Chaltier is rather touched by the sentiment would be an understatement. ]
Thank you! [ Sniff. ]
Ah, [ but still, this just will not do; the Swordian would rather his young master put himself first!!! ] perhaps we could try a different arrangement then? [ With that thought in mind, he moves to give him ample space by sliding out of the blanket and sitting at the edge of the bed instead. ]
[It leaves him feeling quite silly to be left alone under that blanket. He reaches up and shoves it aside. No one needs to be under a blanket but getting a glimpse of what Chal is up to leaves him wonder what the Swordian is up.]
[ And, just as Leon is about to relinquish it, Chaltier takes hold of the blanket to tuck him in, as if a parent tending to his or her child before bedtime – oddly suitable, given their assigned roles here. ]
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The text would remain without a response as he decides to find its sender. Leon can only assume Chal is somewhere in the house meaning it was time to leave the privacy of his room. The door swings open and Leon steps out. It would seem he doesn't have to search too hard to find Chal.]
Wouldn't it have been more practical to ask directly? But anyway, I am well. I am not sure what has you so worried.
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Ah–!] Forgive me young master, I did not want to bother you if you were preoccupied.
[ Worried would be an understatement given how Chaltier's brows are knit and lips curve vaguely downwards replacing his usual smile, but he is relieved to see that Leon is – once again – just fine. The same as all the other times he has asked since the initial broadcast announcing that a killer was afoot; however, he did not want to make matters worse by admitting his own uneasiness with the whole ordeal, nor the painful flashbacks of his misuse in Aquaveil and the flooding of the mines that comes with it. ]
It's just that, with what's been happening lately [ despite his best efforts to remain calm, a visible shudder passed through him at even the ambiguous mention, body betraying his resolution; alas, it was much easier to mask his anxieties in his previous form ], perhaps it would be best to resign ourselves to the house until matters are resolved?
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[Even if he lacked a weapon and his artes, Leon feels confident that he can at least keep himself out of all the trouble that is going around Holly Heights. He has done so thus far and there is no reason for that to change now (besides, with Chal at his side there is more of a reason for him to feel more confident in what he said). Though perhaps that is not enough for Chal. That worried expression on Chal's face has him reconsider.]
But I suppose there is no real reason to go out too often and there are things I must show anyway.
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[ Chaltier continues to trip over his own words in an attempt to salvage the misunderstanding, yet the relief is apparent when it is decided that they will indeed stay indoors (and, what he equates to out of harm's way). ]
R-right. Thank you, Young Master.
[ He pauses momentarily, thoughtfully. ]
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Chal. [That kind of suggestion is that? He crosses his arms as he expects an answer only he keeps on speaking.] What purpose would that serve?
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[ Even after all these years together, Chaltier still falls prey to Leon's wry sense of humor. H-how cruel, Young Master! ]
Don't you think that it would be fun, Young Master? Since we're not leaving the house, right... It'll be just like when you were younger! Remember? When I suggested that you pile up all the pillows and blankets together to protect you when you were scared of the dark...
[ The nostalgia makes him smile. ]
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Don't worry, Young Master – we can make do with just this! It's the thought that counts, the thought!
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It is childish. Really childish.]
I'm not so sure about this. [But no one is watching them. Still, it doesn't mean he should act so carefree.]
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irony offate already. ]Come on in, Young Master; it's warm and comfy!
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He is not going to escape. It's going to happen. Why is he doing this?
He is sitting under a blanket with his swordian.]
This isn't right.
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Isn't this nostalgic, Young Master?
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[It's not quite the same as before, it feels cramped to him. Maybe if he closed his eyes. Yet even like this he knows it is different. With their shoulders touching he is well aware that Chal's form is different. He would try to concentrate on his voice.]
Chal, don't you think this is a little uncomfortable?
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[ And the Swordian leans in closer still, all too eager to make up for lost years; yet, on the same token, his movements are slow, deliberate. He is acutely aware that Leon's childhood severely lacked any form of physical affection (if at all), and Chaltier has high hopes to make up for that now that circumstances allow for it.
Still, it does not change the fact that it is a bit cramped. ]
Maybe this doesn't work so well now that I'm human, right...
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Chal...
It isn't because of that. I did say I am no longer a child. I long lost interest in this kind thing.
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You're right, circumstances are different now. [ He bows his head. ] My apologies, Young Master.
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[He moves a bit away from the edge only because of how uncomfortable it is but he ends up crossing his arms after doing so.]
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[ It is obvious that Leon is making a compromise for his sake, and to say that Chaltier is rather touched by the sentiment would be an understatement. ]
Thank you! [ Sniff. ]
Ah, [ but still, this just will not do; the Swordian would rather his young master put himself first!!! ] perhaps we could try a different arrangement then? [ With that thought in mind, he moves to give him ample space by sliding out of the blanket and sitting at the edge of the bed instead. ]
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Chal, you're going to fall off.
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[ And, just as Leon is about to relinquish it, Chaltier takes hold of the blanket to tuck him in, as if a parent tending to his or her child before bedtime – oddly suitable, given their assigned roles here. ]
Is this more comfortable?
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