alethiological: (Anne de Chantraine (d. 1622))
Willard H. Wright ([personal profile] alethiological) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-02-29 02:01 am

lousy goddamn stupid teenagers.

Date & Time: 2/28, afternoon
Location: The various locations where derps get in trouble
Characters: Lion Ushiromiya ([profile] llywellin), Willard H. Wright ([profile] alethiologial), and that one stupid puppy ([personal profile] digitalemperor).
Summary: Wherein Lion complains, Mikado figures out his weapon, an 11-second argument takes place, and Will hates his life. Same ol'.
Warnings: Arguments and idiots.

Yesterday morning ended up being highly eventful. Starting over with the usual arguments, then being dragged outside by the obnoxious fiance, then somehow devolving into being chased by things even he couldn't kill and hiding in some random building's basement.

What had been amusing at first was now entirely irritating. The time is spent watching the reactions across the network (good job with the advance warning guys, full marks) and noting what to add to the records later. Actually writing them down? No. The room is too loud, too dark, entirely cramped and humid and he's already thrown his coat to hang on one pipe and his hair slicked back. Listening for anyone breaking in upstairs or when the louder steps outside cease or when Lion finally snaps and goes after him with his own gun.

Mental note: Figure out a reward for the brat. Keeping the complaining to a minimum for over 24 hours is practically a miracle.

Addendum: No puns. You have not fallen that far out of focus, dammit.
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[personal profile] llywelin 2012-03-03 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, it is a horrible idea and Lion brightens upon seeing that Will is going along with it. "They haven't killed anyone yet and a handful have shown a rather fierce resistance. I don't think they would see a reason to kill me of all people." Not denying the possibility but also pretty much dismissing it without much thought. Hurt, maybe. But....

"We'll definitely be all right." Lion glances back at him with a quiet smile. "Let me go first. When we get back, you can lecture me all you like and I won't protest." Because if he deserved having a gun waved at him - which really he didn't - then Lion at least can endure his version of lectures.

Untying the jacket and slipping it back on, Lion turns the doorknob and peeks out. It might look a bit humourous. Then opening the door wider and stepping into a dingy hallway that only maintenance workers probably see, reaching for Will's hand the moment that hand is free.

"Practically fresh air compared to in there," Lion mutters with a soft sigh.
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[personal profile] llywelin 2012-03-05 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Could have translated that just from the ignored hand. Lion sighs and doesn't reach out for him again but can't let it go, either. Except making any sort of concession might as well say 'you're right we should have stayed there' and Lion isn't about to lie.

"I do listen. I just don't always agree." Like right now. "...I do take full responsibility if anything happens. So please don't be too mad at me."

The smart thing would be to make this as quick as possible. Lion focuses on the part of trying to ease Will's mood, if only a little.