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[hotheadedidiot]

[And now we direct our attention to Stahn, who's now running around outside. To where? Who knows.

He's quite wet. After all, it's been raining for quite a while.]


Man, it seems like it's been raining for days here! I mean, I'd take all this rain over that blood and darkness any day, but still...! I hope it lets up soon.

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[Voice]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

[He's just chillaxin' in the living room, waiting for his bff this idiot to show.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[And eventually, Stahn indeed arrives at the house. There is the sound of fiddling with the doorknob now. RUN WHILE YOU CAN, LEON.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Lord, he wants to just run up to his room and lock the door, but that just means a soaking wet Stahn will tromp over to it and track god knows what all over the place. So screw it, he'll just deal. This time.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Click. Creeeeaaaaaak. The door slowly opens...]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[T-twitch. Urge to leave, rising ever so quickly ...]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[And now Stahn walks through the door, quite wet. Good thing there's a mat in front of the doorway, where his water drips onto quite safely instead of ruining their nice wooden floor.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Damn right he better drip on that mat :| Leon just stares at him, wondering exactly how long this buffoon was outside.]

...

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

Here! I got you something!

[And he hands over a paper bag.]

I'm gonna go dry off! [Whoosh~]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[He takes it, giving Stahn a bit of a look as he races off to go dry off. When he's gone, he carefully opens the bag and looks inside. Another white box for food? He takes that out and opens that.

... f-flan.

There's not much time between Leon closing the box, speed walking to the kitchen, practically flinging the drawer open for a spoon, and getting started on that. He's really gonna eat this slowly, since it's been a long time since he's had it.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Meanwhile, in the bathroom, the sound of water hitting the sink can be heard. And some rubbing of a towel.

Better eat that fast, Leon. Someone's watching you eat, and it's not Stahn.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[B-but he wants to savor this ... eh. Leon has the strangest feeling that someone's watching him, but for now, he's ignoring it. All for this ... this precious moment.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Sword be watching you, foo'.

See it glinting over in the corner? It's watching.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[He's ignoring that and continuing. And Chal's not saying a word. He's not sure if speaking up is worse than letting it slide.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Pffft, he's gonna troll you for ignoring him.]

Enjoying Stahn's gift, hmm~?

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Hearing Dymlos, he nearly chokes. He just slowly turns and looks at the Swordian, glaring.]

Continue to aggravate me and I'll lock you in the basement.

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

I was merely asking you a question. Can't handle questioning?

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

It's none of your business. [Turning back to eat more is a go.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

Your silence is all the answer I needed.

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Ever hear someone "tch" at you while eating flan? Well, you just did, Dymlos.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Dymlos inwardly laughs at you, Leon.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Leon can practically feel that, but we're too busy finishing up here.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[And now the sound of draining water, and the bathroom door opening. My, how convenient~]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[And even more convenient, Leon managed to finish up the flan in time and is now throwing out the bag and box it came in.]

[Action]

[hotheadedidiot]

[Here comes Stahn, out of the bathroom, drying out his ears with a towel.]

[Action]

[fates-ironic.livejournal.com]

[Leon's in the kitchen, standing around a little awkwardly, since rushing upstairs or back into the living room would throw him in Stahn's path. Basically, he's hoping Stahn just walks on past him.]