Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he answered quickly, which he supposed was half true- Adel shared the ownership, as he had her first. Still, Luxord cast the boy a look that was almost both confused and worried, and he took a step backward with the kitten held firmly to his chest.

"Is there something detrimental to your hearing? I believe I've already denied you."

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Biting back a slight whimper, Leon pulled the twitching hand away. He crossed both arms over each other to keep from reaching out again. If the cat really belonged to that man, then he supposed he had every right to keep him away from it. Leon knew if he'd been in a bad mood he wouldn't have wanted other people touching his stuff either.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, deflated. "It's just, my ears... I mean - my old ears... The way my ears should be..." Irritated, Leon uttered a low growl and flopped back onto the couch. "Whatever. Have fun with your cat."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Ears...? This must be the boy who he'd noticed writing on the board a few times, speaking of missing his ears. Luxord tilted his head at the child and continued to pet Tyche with care. "You'd not be friends with Mr. Anchors, would you?"

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Mr. Anchors? Oh! "You mean Ashton? Yes, he's my friend. We travel together." And they were from the same world. Technically. That really wasn't something worth going into or even thinking about at the moment. "Do you know him?"

If he knew Ashton, he might not be all that bad a guy.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

If 'knew' equated to 'molesting in an attempt to make your best friend jealous?' "We're familiar," he said.

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well... My name's Leon. Leon Geeste. It's, uh... nice to meet you." And there was awkwardness. He hated awkwardness. The fact that this man knew Ashton didn't really mean anything in the long run, did it? Not if he was still in an irritable mood.

Still... "...Just between the ears?"

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Luxord did not bother supplying his own name in return; he'd more important things to falsely fret over.

He was quite aware of the metaphorical screws loose in his mind, and while practice had made this fault undetectable, being... here simply tossed that experience out the window. The longer he stayed, the more the mask slipped out of place. He needed those items to regain a stronger hold!

But at the moment, it seemed dear Leon would not let the subject of Tyche's ears drop. He answered swiftly with another frown. "No."

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Erg! "Well fine!" Pleading any more was just going to get him in trouble - make him look like a complete brat as well, if he hadn't already managed that. With the mood the man was already in, he didn't want to end up getting yelled at or worse.

"What's got you in such a bad mood, anyway?" He didn't look too injured, so if it was something that had happened overnight it might not have anything to do with something he'd fought. Perhaps he hadn't gotten any of his goals accomplished. Then again, someone could have just as easily said something over breakfast that riled him up.