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Aramis sits at the corner of his bed, staring at Reckless, the latter man hunched over on the floor. Slowly, Reckless looks up, setting down the mirror and razorblade in his hands. "This is what you're ruining your life over?" he asks, standing up slowly and dusting himself off. "I thought you stopped using." Aramis turns his attentions to the view outside of his window. The sky is an ashen gray and the thick, swirling stormclouds are churning violently. A strong eastern wind rattles the windowpane. "Let's not get into that," Aramis sighs. "I slipped up. I'll never do it again." "Damned right you won't," Reckless confirms, pressing the razor blade between his index finger and thumb until it bends and contorts under the sheer force of his grip. Also, he holds the mirror in the palm of his hand and, in one swift move, crushes it. The glass cracks and splinters into countless pieces, fragmenting into an irreparable mass. "Never... ever let me catch you using again. Now. Why are you in trouble?" Aramis sighs deeply, still staring out of the window, arching his back slightly. "I've... got a crush on someone." "A crush?!" Reckless asks, erupting in laughter, dropping the glass fragments on the floor and wiping his hands on his pants. "A crush! I haven't heard that term used since I was about twelve!" "Oh, shut up," Aramis retorts, standing up and reaching for his bag. "Don't we have somewhere to go?" "Yes," Reckless confirms, a wide grin still on his face. "Let's be on our way. You can fill me in on the details while we travel."
The two leave the Frogg's Throaat in high spirits despite the weather. The wind blasts at their faces, forcing them to stumble back a step every now and then as they travel over the emerald green fields just outside the village limits. They're making their way towards Snowblind, another small town in Villimaroon. In desperate need of supplies, the two plan to shop at the market there... as well as lighten a few pockets on the way. "So," Reckless begins, his white eyes shining with curiosity, "Who's the lucky guy?" "Who says it's a guy?" Aramis asks, staring straight ahead, keeping his eyes fixed on the beaten dirt road before them. "I say it's a guy," Reckless answers. "Isn't it always?"
"Not always... I can be attracted to a woman."
"Yes. And you can also sprout wings and a tail at will. Now, who is he?"
"I can't say."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Him."
"Him!?"
"Yeah..."
"So it is a man."
"Isn't it always?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"I just don't like that you read me so well."
"You're very predictable."
"Thank you."
"So you won't tell me his name... Can you describe him to me?"
"I can."
"Then please, do so."
"No."
"I thought you said you can describe him to me."
"I can describe him to you. I simply choose not to."
"Hm... Mind if I guess?"
"What?"
"I'd like to guess at it."
"Guess all you like."
"Is it that blue-haired man with the dark skin?"
"No."
"That's a shock."
"Why do you say that?"
"You've always had a thing for dark-skinned people."
"...Yeah, I know."
"Speaking of which, you've headed to Aekea already... so what do you think of... What's her name again?"
"Josie."
"Yes, Josie! I knew you'd know her name! You've got a crush on her, too."
"Maybe."
"I know you do."
"Maybe."
"But you like Liam more, don't you?"
"Maybe."
"HAH! You make me laugh!"
"I try."
"Honestly, though... you really do like Josie more, don't you?"
"...Yeah."
"Why?"
"She reminds me of home."
"How on earth can she remidn you of Meenah?!"
"I meant Kalim-D'ai."
"Oh..."
The conversation pauses mometarily. "I see the Snowblind city limits," Aramis notes, pointing ahead. "Let's hope there's a big crowd today, although I doubt anyone's out in this weather." He sniffs the air a moment. "Smells like rain." "I thought you were born in Meenah," Reckless mutters, mostly to himself, bringing back the former subject. "I was," Aramis confirms. "But I was raised in Kalim-D'ai. And though I spent most of my life in Teehs, I still consider Ly-H'o Nd-L'a my home." They walk a while more, in silence. Up a head, a faint buzz can be heard. It's the bustle of a large crowd. Fantastic. This means there will be plenty of pockets to pick. Fortune, it seems, smiled upon them today. "Nice," Aramis smiled. "Let's be extra careful today, though... I'm not much in the mood for confrontation." "You never finished the story about your crush," Reckless reminded, jabbing Aramis playfully in the ribs. "And I never will," Aramis smiles. "Come on... give me a hint, at least!" "All right, all right!" Aramis exclaims. "One hint! He... Uh... Hm. He... Something not too revealing, yet true. He... He's light-skinned."
Reckless stops in his tracks and gives Aramis a blank stare. "THAT DESCRIBES 1/3 OF THE WORLD'S POPULATION!" he exclaims. "And that's all the hint you'll recieve," Aramis shrugs. "Now let's get to Snowblind before the crowd thins."
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Sun Mar 06, 2005 @ 05:26am · 3 Comments |
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