∞ 67: A practiced hand [action/voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

[It's an early overcast morning in Luceti. Just beyond the makeshift barricades to the east of the village are several tree stumps, reminders of the flurry of activity before the August battle. If anyone happens to be passing by or through the area, they may see a horse and rider moving amongst the tree stumps. It's a well-practice motion now, quickly weaving through the tree stumps. Some of the sounds may be audible over the journal.

There's a pause as Albert brings his horse to a stop. And then a sigh audible over the journal.] I want something to drink. ...Perhaps tomorrow night.

[Then it's back to practicing.]

Comments

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

...Have any of our ancestors been noted for their hair loss?

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Not at all, but I'm still concerned that if you aren't careful, your eyebrows may fall right off. Who's to say that your hair won't follow soon after? I'm just thinking ahead, that's all!

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

There you go again, pretending to be concerned about my well-being. My eyebrows will survive all by themselves, thank you very much.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Pretending? But I assure you, I'm sincerely concerned!

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

I would be more assured if you sang your concern.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

...are you sure you don't want to go for a swim, Albert? The weather's perfect.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

A little too cold for my liking, Caesar. I'll have to take a rain check.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Really? That's a shame. I didn't think you'd notice the difference.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Perhaps I'm just saying as much. You know -- an excuse.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Does it matter? You'd refuse my offer either way, and reasonably so. Though, were it really just an excuse, I'd have to wonder how many of my habits you're starting to pick up.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Wondering so much. So many questions. Any answers yet, Caesar?

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Ideas. It's much too early for answers. Maybe I'll contemplate them over a nap later.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Hah. Take your time, Caesar. Take your time.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I was certainly planning on it. Who would have thought you'd be so understanding?

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Certainly not you. And if not you, I imagine there's no one else who would give it a second thought.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I'm simply more perceptive than anyone else!

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

[A pause. A contemplative pause.]

No, that can't be it.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[...] And why not?

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Because this is you we're talking about, Caesar. You, perceptive?

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

...I thought as much.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

With that amazing perception of yours, no doubt.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

...yeah.

[brb plotting to strangle you in your sleep.]

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

Come now, does anything I'm saying really surprise you?

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

No. I'd just hoped that with your appreciation for laziness, you'd also have realized the sort of genius that I am!