[ Oh. Marcel is silent. A silent Marcel is usually not a Bad Thing but with that expression? It means that he is going to do something. And G’raha isn’t at all surprised when hands fall at his sides. Still, there is incertainty here. ]
Marcel?
[ Ah, there it is. He’s being hefted out of the room through the window. He yelps, ears perking upright and red splashing across his face. ]
[ Thankfully, the yelp comes before he's dragged poor G'raha out through the window. Or, worse, scooped his legs up so they can clear the window frame, because it would probably not be improving the situation if he was princess carrying anyone. He puts the miqo'te down, frowning in concern, clearly interpreting the noise as one of pain rather than embarassment or surprise. ]
Ah. You are hurt.
[ No apology. He just nods, then starts climbing in through the window. If he can't carry G'raha out of the window without hurting him, he'll just go in. ]
[ Good. Because he might have started lightly slapping at a shoulder out of panic more than anything else. So embarrassing! He is thankfully not pulled through. So he can recover. A tail swished about wildly behind him, fluffed and puffed out. ]
I-I said I was!
[ But then he’s flouncing to get away from the window with a SLIGHT limp. All so that Marcel can come inside. …And see the mess that is G’raha’s ‘library.’
[ The good news: he isn't judging the library at all. He is not a man with a good frame of reference for what a normal room is meant to look like. This is- probably on the higher end of an appropriate amount of books to possess. ]
You said you were recovered.
[ The bad news: he's still judging not telling him the truth about injuries. He climbs through the window with a practiced ease that suggests he thinks this is a normal way to enter a building.
But ah. G'raha is angry. Which makes sense. He probably shouldn't have tried to pick him up while he was injured. So he doesn't move to touch him again. ]
I said I was fine. Which I am. I have treated my injuries and all that remains is time to allow them to heal.
[ Defensive and still flustered, even if he is’t stuttering. But he’s said injuries. Meaning more than one. Later, he will feel bad for allowing Marcel to believe that he’s upset - for ever giving off an air that he is. G’raha isn’t, in truth. ]
[ He says it like he thinks it's a magic spell. Softly and clearly, making sure to get every syllable correct. Tone utterly unreadable before he falls quiet and still. Unusually so, even for him. ]
[ Firstly, he pushes back some of his hair. There is a gash above his brow, bandaged with gauze and in a way that his hair would be able to hide it sufficiently.
[ He reaches out to touch the gauze, lightly and carefully, keeping to the edges of it to be certain not to touch the cut itself. Good. The gauze is clean and dry. Nothing to worry about overmuch.
Satisfied that the cut is, in fact, being cared for properly, he nods. ]
[ He draws his finger slowly down the side of G'raha's face as he withdraws. And it does make a difference to the way he holds himself, knowing that the miqo'te is well cared for. His shoulders sink a little. Relax.
[ The action itself so so gentle. Even if it's brief, there's a little rumble until Marcel pulls back and begins to relax. ]
The injury that you're seeking to inspect further is, unfortunately, on the leg. Were it upon the ankle, that would be one thing, but I had quite the time getting these trousers on this morning and I'd rather not go through that again.
[ Because he had been rather stiff, for starters, and it had hurt. ]
[ Oh. See, that makes perfect sense. A good reason not to show the injury, rather than just telling him that it's fine. He nods, looking around for a surface that isn't covered in books to sit on. ]
It is hard to know. That you are well. From words alone.
Rest assured, I have been given reason to be more mindful of taking care of myself. It wouldn't do to worry you or others.
[ So he's going to take this opportunity seriously. Treat his life with care, not because he necessarily believes he is worthy of it. Because others do. ]
I do apologize for worrying you. Truly, I thought I had cleaned up after myself sufficiently. Head injuries tend to bleed quite a bit.
Good. I will try to trust you. When you say that you are fine.
[ It's just that everyone always says they're fine. Occasionally while they are actively turning into a rock. Or when they've just been beaten to shit by a guy who can kick trains. Or when they're actively being used as a vessel for Hydaelyn.
It makes it a little hard to believe. ]
You did not worry me. I have chosen to be worried.
It is as it is. You have given me the matierials to make worry. But I am the one who has made it. Because I wanted to.
[ He has made this worry and it is a HQ worry and he is very proud of it thank you very much. He likes having it. ]
People who are well do not struggle to dress themselves. But I am satisfied that you will be well. [ He tilts his head from side to side, good ear flopping slightly in each direction as he does. ] May I help you? In the meantime.
[ For all of the times that Marcel might struggle with his words - for their intended use and then the ones that he wishes to use to convey his own thoughts - he sometimes comes out with things like this. Something a little profound. It makes G'raha smile. ]
You are correct. So then the best way to ensure that you worry less is to restrict the amount of materials I provide you with.
[ That... Probably doesn't come out the way that he intends it to? Because he doesn't mean that he'll withhold information but he probably will but rather be more careful. ]
I do not think I would want to worry less. I would want to worry about smaller things. I would like to worry about- [ He looks up, thinking. ] -about whether the Last Stand is going to run out of the kind of sugar that Urianger likes in his coffee. Or whether Krile's hood has made her hair look strange again. It would be good to have materials to make little worries.
[ And he tilts his head at the question. ]
I do not know what you need help with. Other than trousers. I am not good at trousers. I would like to help. If you need it. Because you are hurt. [ A glance around. ] I am very good at carrying books.
Small worries, hmm? I think with how the star stands at the moment, you can take the time to have those. The larger ones will now slow down. For a time, anyway. This one was the result of a lack of diligence on my part, not because you and I were in some life threatening situation.
[ Not to mention all of them are capable when it comes to taking up arms. They are more than capable of supporting one another as well. Even though things are calming down, they are all ready to jump and leap in to aid one another if the need arises. That means people can, and will, probably be hurt. That's not something that is avoidable.
Back to the other matter at hand, however... ]
You. You mean to say that I should move them. My books, that is.
Small worries. Tataru is good at them. She gives me all kinds of small worries that she has made. If it will rain when she hangs out her clothes. If the people in her books will kiss. Whether rose pink or pastel pink is the best pink. Good, little worries. If you have the materials for worries like that, I would be happy to have them.
[ He considers that, because he isn't really concerned about the books on the whole. Just that they're barricading the door. ]
I mean to say that you are hurt, and that I would like to make it easier to be hurt. I do not know what would make it easier. [ A pause. ] But yes. I am worried that you cannot use your door. And it must be difficult to use the window with less legs than you are used to.
Are you implying I don’t give you near enough things to worry about concerning all matters related to myself?
[ Big or small, really. Be mindful of that grin, Marcel. It’s one that is close to a cat knocking an item off of a shelf just because.
Before he can get too playful, the genuine concern shift his smile. It’s not the amount of books that Marcel takes issue with. Merely their location. When it is spoken like that? It makes him want to reevaluate. ]
[ MARCEL. No, you can't just say things like that? Because G'raha had been preparing an answer for all of that, something clever and witty. Then everything is just derailed because the Viera has to say something that reads like it is from one of those horrible but oh so good romance novels. The ones that he keeps tucked away and hidden because no scholar in their right mind would ever admit to owning one, much less how many G'raha actually has. And right now he has to convince himself that Marcel doesn't really know what he's implying. The sincerity is very much real, he knows...
Yet his tail and ears are probably giving him away by their movements. He's terribly embarrassed and fumbling. Struggling to find words that aren't half-formed syllables that abruptly end. ]
I-I want to read them all. [ That's not quite what Marcel had asked. Let him try - ]
[ The good news is that he doesn't know what he's implying. The bad news is that if he did know it he'd be implying it more.
He tilts his head, looking across the sea of books and frowning. ]
You would still need to bend, to get the ones at the bottom of the piles. [ But he walks over to the door, piling a collapsed book stack up before lifting the concerningly high pile effortlessly and bringing it over to a place where there is probably a bed, based on the layout of the other rooms. Somewhere. Under the books. ]
Sit down. I will bring books, and you can sort them.
[ He’s probably die if Marcel did it more. A heatstroke perhaps. Other than that, he’s be convincing himself that he’s being teased. Wouldn’t see it for what it actually would be. ]
You… You are being rather stubborn about this. Stretching to reach the very top would also put a strain on the injury.
[ How could this Viera just heft things like it’s nothing? G’raha watches, one part in awe and the other in envy.
Then he’s sitting at his desk - the chair is very clean! ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 07:12 pm (UTC)Marcel?
[ Ah, there it is. He’s being hefted out of the room through the window. He yelps, ears perking upright and red splashing across his face. ]
M-Marcel!
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Date: 2022-07-30 07:38 pm (UTC)Ah. You are hurt.
[ No apology. He just nods, then starts climbing in through the window. If he can't carry G'raha out of the window without hurting him, he'll just go in. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 08:10 pm (UTC)I-I said I was!
[ But then he’s flouncing to get away from the window with a SLIGHT limp. All so that Marcel can come inside. …And see the mess that is G’raha’s ‘library.’
Which is all over. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 08:32 pm (UTC)You said you were recovered.
[ The bad news: he's still judging not telling him the truth about injuries. He climbs through the window with a practiced ease that suggests he thinks this is a normal way to enter a building.
But ah. G'raha is angry. Which makes sense. He probably shouldn't have tried to pick him up while he was injured. So he doesn't move to touch him again. ]
Let me see.
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Date: 2022-07-30 08:49 pm (UTC)[ Defensive and still flustered, even if he is’t stuttering. But he’s said injuries. Meaning more than one. Later, he will feel bad for allowing Marcel to believe that he’s upset - for ever giving off an air that he is. G’raha isn’t, in truth. ]
So seeing isn’t really necessary.
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Date: 2022-07-30 09:02 pm (UTC)[ He says it like he thinks it's a magic spell. Softly and clearly, making sure to get every syllable correct. Tone utterly unreadable before he falls quiet and still. Unusually so, even for him. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 09:20 pm (UTC)A-all right. If only to reassure that I am fine.
[ Firstly, he pushes back some of his hair. There is a gash above his brow, bandaged with gauze and in a way that his hair would be able to hide it sufficiently.
Marcel can look at that one first. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 09:28 pm (UTC)Satisfied that the cut is, in fact, being cared for properly, he nods. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 09:53 pm (UTC)The other, you will just have to trust me on. [ A chuckle. ] Unless you truly want me to disrobe right here.
[ Nah. Marcel wouldn't make him do that, right? ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 10:48 pm (UTC)He considers it. ]
You would rather not. Disrobe?
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Date: 2022-07-30 11:02 pm (UTC)The injury that you're seeking to inspect further is, unfortunately, on the leg. Were it upon the ankle, that would be one thing, but I had quite the time getting these trousers on this morning and I'd rather not go through that again.
[ Because he had been rather stiff, for starters, and it had hurt. ]
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Date: 2022-07-30 11:19 pm (UTC)[ Oh. See, that makes perfect sense. A good reason not to show the injury, rather than just telling him that it's fine. He nods, looking around for a surface that isn't covered in books to sit on. ]
It is hard to know. That you are well. From words alone.
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Date: 2022-07-30 11:51 pm (UTC)[ So he's going to take this opportunity seriously. Treat his life with care, not because he necessarily believes he is worthy of it. Because others do. ]
I do apologize for worrying you. Truly, I thought I had cleaned up after myself sufficiently. Head injuries tend to bleed quite a bit.
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Date: 2022-07-31 12:37 pm (UTC)[ It's just that everyone always says they're fine. Occasionally while they are actively turning into a rock. Or when they've just been beaten to shit by a guy who can kick trains. Or when they're actively being used as a vessel for Hydaelyn.
It makes it a little hard to believe. ]
You did not worry me. I have chosen to be worried.
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Date: 2022-07-31 10:34 pm (UTC)[ Further proof that one cares, really. With a sigh, he looks down at the ground. ]
Are you satisfied that I am well at least?
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Date: 2022-07-31 11:06 pm (UTC)[ He has made this worry and it is a HQ worry and he is very proud of it thank you very much. He likes having it. ]
People who are well do not struggle to dress themselves. But I am satisfied that you will be well. [ He tilts his head from side to side, good ear flopping slightly in each direction as he does. ] May I help you? In the meantime.
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Date: 2022-07-31 11:35 pm (UTC)You are correct. So then the best way to ensure that you worry less is to restrict the amount of materials I provide you with.
[ That... Probably doesn't come out the way that he intends it to? Because he doesn't mean that he'll withhold information
but he probably willbut rather be more careful. ]Help me? With what?
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Date: 2022-08-01 12:13 am (UTC)[ And he tilts his head at the question. ]
I do not know what you need help with. Other than trousers. I am not good at trousers. I would like to help. If you need it. Because you are hurt. [ A glance around. ] I am very good at carrying books.
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Date: 2022-08-01 02:11 am (UTC)[ Not to mention all of them are capable when it comes to taking up arms. They are more than capable of supporting one another as well. Even though things are calming down, they are all ready to jump and leap in to aid one another if the need arises. That means people can, and will, probably be hurt. That's not something that is avoidable.
Back to the other matter at hand, however... ]
You. You mean to say that I should move them. My books, that is.
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Date: 2022-08-01 07:07 am (UTC)[ He considers that, because he isn't really concerned about the books on the whole. Just that they're barricading the door. ]
I mean to say that you are hurt, and that I would like to make it easier to be hurt. I do not know what would make it easier. [ A pause. ] But yes. I am worried that you cannot use your door. And it must be difficult to use the window with less legs than you are used to.
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Date: 2022-08-01 12:49 pm (UTC)Are you implying I don’t give you near enough things to worry about concerning all matters related to myself?
[ Big or small, really. Be mindful of that grin, Marcel. It’s one that is close to a cat knocking an item off of a shelf just because.
Before he can get too playful, the genuine concern shift his smile. It’s not the amount of books that Marcel takes issue with. Merely their location. When it is spoken like that? It makes him want to reevaluate. ]
Should we do some sorting this afternoon then?
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Date: 2022-08-01 05:19 pm (UTC)Not even nearly enough. It is good, to have things to worry about. It makes it very easy to think of you.
[ Sorry G'raha he just says things like that sometimes and now you have to deal with it. ]
We should find the ones you want to read soonest and put them at the top of the piles. So you do not have to reach down until your leg recovers.
[ Not judging the book piles, just concerned that they are not OPTIMAL book piles. ]
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Date: 2022-08-01 05:43 pm (UTC)but oh so goodromance novels. The ones that he keeps tucked away and hidden because no scholar in their right mind would ever admit to owning one, much less how many G'raha actually has. And right now he has to convince himself that Marcel doesn't really know what he's implying. The sincerity is very much real, he knows...Yet his tail and ears are probably giving him away by their movements. He's terribly embarrassed and fumbling. Struggling to find words that aren't half-formed syllables that abruptly end. ]
I-I want to read them all. [ That's not quite what Marcel had asked. Let him try - ]
P-perhaps smaller piles? Not by the d-door?
[ Yeah it's not quite working. ]
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Date: 2022-08-01 06:45 pm (UTC)He tilts his head, looking across the sea of books and frowning. ]
You would still need to bend, to get the ones at the bottom of the piles. [ But he walks over to the door, piling a collapsed book stack up before lifting the concerningly high pile effortlessly and bringing it over to a place where there is probably a bed, based on the layout of the other rooms. Somewhere. Under the books. ]
Sit down. I will bring books, and you can sort them.
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Date: 2022-08-01 07:15 pm (UTC)You… You are being rather stubborn about this. Stretching to reach the very top would also put a strain on the injury.
[ How could this Viera just heft things like it’s nothing? G’raha watches, one part in awe and the other in envy.
Then he’s sitting at his desk - the chair is very clean! ]
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