[closed] don't look at me >:T

[scour]

Date & Time: 05/16 noon
Location: unit 606
Characters: ctsv (scour), Adrasteius Bloodspeaker (bloodspeaker)
Summary: hungry
Warnings:

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[ CTSV IS HUNGRY AND THERE'S NOTHING HE CAN EAT ON THE EASILY-ACCESSIBLE TABLETOPS OR COUNTERTOPS OF HIS OWN APARTMENT SO HE'S GOING OUT TO GET FOOD. That is, he's going to find Adra.

He hasn't been seing Adrasteius as often recently... he does have a new car to play with and new roommates to handle and all, but he's also just been afraid to confront Adrasteius. In fact, he hasn't seen Adrasteius since he'd made that anonymous network post, and he'd probably have kept avoiding Adra, except.

Except he really, really likes Adra's cooking.

So he's here now, scurrying and squishing himself through the gap underneath Adra's door, tiny feet pitter-pattering across the ground deeper into the apartment, looking and listening for Adrasteius.

He turns a corner. He walks into a heel. ]

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[bloodspeaker]

[Wait, what? What the hell!]

Hey--come on! Talk to me, C. [He kneels down by the counter, such that he's eye level with ctsv's climbing.] What's the matter?

[scour]

[ ctsv is not deterred by Adrasteius' words or actions -- he just keeps making his way down, carefully, slipping down along one corner of the counter. ]

I don't have anything else to say. So I will go back to my room to work now.

[bloodspeaker]

[He's so flabbergasted--at least for a moment.

But then he pauses, and he reviews his recent activity on the network.

And he connects some dots.]

... I see.

If that's what you want.

[He holds his hand underneath ctsv.]

Let me help you, though.

[scour]

[ This sudden turnaround in attitude makes ctsv suspicious, so he tries to twist around to look at Adrasteius. He doesn't drop into Adra's hand, though; in fact, he clings hard to the grain of the counter, doing his best to maintain his grip. ]

I don't need help... I can make it the rest of the way.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra folds his arms over his chest, stepping back. He looks tired.]

Whatever you like.

[scour]

[ So ctsv slips the rest of the way down to the floor, and brushes himself off. He peers upwards towards Adrasteius and can't help but feel -- again -- disappointing. He hates that. He doesn't think he has anything to be ashamed of. So why he feels ashamed is an uncomfortable mystery to him.

The silence stretches on awkwardly. ]

I have to go. [ stated again, as if ctsv's making sure that Adrasteius gets the point. He starts backing away. ] Goodbye.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra is, indeed, MIGHTILY DISAPPOINTED. He stays where he is, keeps his arms folded in the same position.]

It's that hard to be honest, huh?

[scour]

[ ctsv whirls around and glares. ]

I'm not being dishonest!

[ The refutation is automatic and thoughtless -- instinctive, really. ]

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra raises a long eyebrow.]

I don't know how else you'd define 'refusing to tell the truth'.

[scour]

I'm.... [ ctsv frowns, incredibly frustrated. ] What truth? I haven't lied.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra ticks off on his fingers.]

You're anxious, uncomfortable, and you keep asking about me being angry over the network.

[he drops down to his haunches.]

There's clearly something you want to say.

[scour]

[ ctsv, feeling rather cornered, starts backing off again. ]

There's nothing that I want to say. Just things I wanted to know. And now I know them.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra groans. This is getting ridiculous, to his mind.]

C, would you just come over here? [He holds out his hand.] Please.

[scour]

[ ctsv eyes Adrasteius' hand warily, like it's some sort of monster just lying in wait. It takes him a while to work up the resolve to do as Adra asks; he steps delicately back onto Adra's hand, with arms folded. ]

Okay.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra sits down on the floor carefully, so as not to jostle ctsv. He brings his unburdened hand around and touches the very tip of his index finger to ctsv's head.]

I'm not angry with you over that post.

[scour]

[ weh. ctsv flinches as he's touched. Then he looks down towards his feet.

He grumbles. ]

I didn't say that was me, yet.

[bloodspeaker]

[Noting the flinch, Adra lets his hand drop.]

Wasn't it?

[scour]

[ ctsv squares his shoulders. ]

Well-- yes. [ He didn't bring his swords with him, but if he had, he'd be waving them around at this point. ] It was.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra leans back against his sink, sighing.]

I see. You could have simply told me that from the beginning, you know.

[scour]

[ SCOWL. ctsv continues to glare off to the side, like a petulant child. ]

You yelled at me.

[bloodspeaker]

I didn't know it was you, C. You have to admit, a seemingly random and anonymous question like that is a little disconcerting.

[scour]

I don't think so. [ Though there'd been quite a few others in that post who'd been suspicious. Pshaw. ] You're all paranoid.

[bloodspeaker]

You'd be paranoid, too, if you came from my homeland.

[He can understand how the question might make sense from ctsv's perspective, though. He is more vulnerable than most of the transports, just due to his size alone.]

I'm sorry I was unkind to you.

[scour]

You don't have to apologize. [ because despite the apology, ctsv still feels like he's in the wrong here, and he's still uneasy. He taps his foot. ] But I'll accept it.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra laughs.]</small? That's very gracious of you. Shall I put you down now?