[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. ]

Comments

[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?

[scour]

I suppose. [ ctsv exhales, sharply, still tapping his foot. ] If that's all right with you.

SIGHS AT MY HTML

[bloodspeaker]

I would never keep you where you don't want to be kept, C.

[He gently sets his palm against the floor.]

You can go now, if you want.

pats yr face

[scour]

[ ctsv takes a half-step off Adrasteius' palm before turning back to look at Adra again. ]

Are you upset?

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra looks up at the ceiling.]

A little. But I'll get over it.

[scour]

[ HUFFS!! GUILT-TRIPPING!! ctsv climbs back onto Adra's palm. ]

Why are you upset?

[bloodspeaker]

Because I was hoping that you'd be honest with me. But I suppose you just don't trust me enough for that, yet.

[scour]

Oh.... [ ctsv wilts a little. Angrily. As angrily as one can wilt, anyhow. ] But I didn't want you to be angry with me. Again.

[bloodspeaker]

I'm not angry. [Adra exhales.] Just a little bit sad, I guess.

[scour]

You were, though. That is why I did not... say anything.

[ Oh, man. It's been a while since ctsv has cared about anyone else's opinion of him. But he likes Adrasteius. ]

[bloodspeaker]

Ah, I see. Well, I do have a tendency to get worked up. And I don't like violence, of any kind. [He's looking straight ahead as he talks, at some fixed point on the horizon.] But I wouldn't begrudge you defending yourself.

[scour]

[ ctsv's almost tempted to refute that statement -- he doesn't need to defend himself, he just wants to be good at battle! He's always been good at battle, that's all he's good for; the problem isn't defending himself, the problem is that he currently lacks the capability to take people down.

But he's realized that Adrasteius probably won't approve of that idea.

He suppose he does need to defend himself, besides. He can hardly walk around the streets here without nearly getting stepped on....

ctsv sighs and deflates. ]

Good. Because I need to do that.

[bloodspeaker]

I know. [Adra lifts his palm up a little, peering at ctsv.] So why do you seem so upset?

[scour]

I'm not upset. [ HE'S NOT. REALLY. He makes a tiny stomp with his foot. ] I was only upset because you said you were upset.

[bloodspeaker]

Well, I'm fine. [unthinkingly, he gently presses the tip of his index finger against Cat's head again.] You're not going to get rid of me that easily, C.

[scour]

[ This time, ctsv doesn't flinch. Not much, anymore. He does close his eyes, though. ]

I don't want to get rid of you. [ He opens one eye. ] You're my friend.

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra makes an absent-minded, petting motion with his fingertip.]

You're my friend, too.

[scour]

[ ctsv bows his head against Adra's finger, squeezing his eyes shut again. He likes that. It feels nice, even if it is slightly undignified. ]

Okay.

[ It actually feels good to have resolved that, really. NOT THAT CTSV WOULD EVER ADMIT IT. ]