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HA! Of course! But don't worry, I covered the damages.
[ It's not like he can't afford it... ]
Just got to Pomefiore! Are your pants on?
HA! Of course! But don't worry, I covered the damages.
[ It's not like he can't afford it... ]
Just got to Pomefiore! Are your pants on?
[He's just. Staring at that question. Kalim.]
I still can't believe you just immediately hopped on your carpet to get here.
[That's an implicit yes. He's even got a sweatshirt because he's guessing Kalim doesn't do Slow when flying his carpet.]
I still can't believe you just immediately hopped on your carpet to get here.
[That's an implicit yes. He's even got a sweatshirt because he's guessing Kalim doesn't do Slow when flying his carpet.]
[ Look, slow or not, it's not Kalim's decision; Carpet is a free spirit. Carpet does what Carpet pleases. But double-checking the existence and presence of pants is very important, okay? Some of us don't bother with pants while in our bedrooms, Vil. Some of us really strive to reinforce the house rule of knocking before entering.
In any case, Vil can hear Kalim's laughter before he sees him, but it's not a long wait; like lightning on the heels of thunder. Wow! The balconies are way fancier than Kalim imagined! Pomefiore's a nice-looking place in general, really. But the balcony?
They should have balconies built onto the Scarabia dorm rooms. Everyone likes a good balcony, right? New line item for the list of Things to Bother Crowley About.
Kalim's sitting tailor-style when they approach, but his legs unfold smooth as anything when Carpet comes to hover over the balcony floor, smile bright as the sun when he offers Vil a hand, just to help him on board. ]
Anything for you!
In any case, Vil can hear Kalim's laughter before he sees him, but it's not a long wait; like lightning on the heels of thunder. Wow! The balconies are way fancier than Kalim imagined! Pomefiore's a nice-looking place in general, really. But the balcony?
They should have balconies built onto the Scarabia dorm rooms. Everyone likes a good balcony, right? New line item for the list of Things to Bother Crowley About.
Kalim's sitting tailor-style when they approach, but his legs unfold smooth as anything when Carpet comes to hover over the balcony floor, smile bright as the sun when he offers Vil a hand, just to help him on board. ]
Anything for you!
Jamil!!!
Now I REALLY need them! I love rats!
Do we have room for a separate menagerie?
Now I REALLY need them! I love rats!
Do we have room for a separate menagerie?
Okkkkk
Thanks for talking me out of it. I know you're right.
[ Even if he's still pouting about it. A little. Just a tiny bit. ]
Thanks for talking me out of it. I know you're right.
[ Even if he's still pouting about it. A little. Just a tiny bit. ]
[If Vil cared deeply enough about what the other dorms were doing, he would wonder about the things going on in Scarabia... As it is, he only has to think about interdorm competitions and Rook making a nuisance of himself to other dorms with his "fieldwork." For the most part.
Vil is dressed down for this outing in yoga pants and a lavender color block sweatshirt, for all purposes not looking like he got less sleep than usual and is suffering from a headache.
He sighs as he approaches the younger boy and takes his hand to climb aboard. Why do you have to be so sweet, Kalim? Vil can't exactly shoo him away when he's this spontaneous and unexpectedly gentlemanly. It's already hard enough not to pat him on the head when he exuberantly gives hugs.]
...I hope you told Jamil where you were going.
[He gives Carpet a pat as he carefully sits down. Because he borrows the magic, sentient artifact for film club from time to time, he at least has some sort of rapport with it.]
Vil is dressed down for this outing in yoga pants and a lavender color block sweatshirt, for all purposes not looking like he got less sleep than usual and is suffering from a headache.
He sighs as he approaches the younger boy and takes his hand to climb aboard. Why do you have to be so sweet, Kalim? Vil can't exactly shoo him away when he's this spontaneous and unexpectedly gentlemanly. It's already hard enough not to pat him on the head when he exuberantly gives hugs.]
...I hope you told Jamil where you were going.
[He gives Carpet a pat as he carefully sits down. Because he borrows the magic, sentient artifact for film club from time to time, he at least has some sort of rapport with it.]
Just a text. He's already asleep.
[ Jamil likes his sleep. Waking him in the middle of the night for anything less than an emergency? That way lies madness. Unfortunately, it doesn't make Kalim any less of a night owl, so concessions have to be made for the sake of everyone's sanity. ]
Okay, Carpet. Nice and gentle. Think zen.
[ Who knows how a carpet is supposed to understand the concept of zen, but it... actually doesn't do a terrible job of it? Liftoff isn't the usual frantic jolt directly into the night sky. Instead, they rise -- nice and smooth -- to drift off over the tree tops surrounding Pomefiore dorm. And the breeze is nice, for all Vil's insistence that it wouldn't help his head. ]
Where'd the headache come from? [ Because if anyone could pinpoint the cause (or at least find someone to blame) for a headache, it would be Vil. ] Too much wine? That always does me in.
[ Jamil likes his sleep. Waking him in the middle of the night for anything less than an emergency? That way lies madness. Unfortunately, it doesn't make Kalim any less of a night owl, so concessions have to be made for the sake of everyone's sanity. ]
Okay, Carpet. Nice and gentle. Think zen.
[ Who knows how a carpet is supposed to understand the concept of zen, but it... actually doesn't do a terrible job of it? Liftoff isn't the usual frantic jolt directly into the night sky. Instead, they rise -- nice and smooth -- to drift off over the tree tops surrounding Pomefiore dorm. And the breeze is nice, for all Vil's insistence that it wouldn't help his head. ]
Where'd the headache come from? [ Because if anyone could pinpoint the cause (or at least find someone to blame) for a headache, it would be Vil. ] Too much wine? That always does me in.
[Despite being tired, Vil is still a little too put together to snort at the fact that Kalim only left a text message. He presses a hand flat against the flying carpet and rests the other on his lap, just a little wary as they rise and start slowly sailing over the trees. Even if he's been up this high for flight class and personal leisure, that's been with a broom under his full control.
So excuse him as he glances down at Carpet a few times before getting comfortable.]
Do you really want to know?
[Though he asks, it's immediately clear he intends to answer, sniffing with something akin to indignation. He hasn't been able to gripe to anyone, given the time of night.]
It's so idiotic. I was listening to playback of a script reading on my phone and my Magicam notifications were inexplicably on for some reason. My ears were still ringing ten minutes after I pulled out my headphones.
[It's really dumb. Technology is dumb.
And now he has a headache. And it's so persistent that he can't sleep.]
So excuse him as he glances down at Carpet a few times before getting comfortable.]
Do you really want to know?
[Though he asks, it's immediately clear he intends to answer, sniffing with something akin to indignation. He hasn't been able to gripe to anyone, given the time of night.]
It's so idiotic. I was listening to playback of a script reading on my phone and my Magicam notifications were inexplicably on for some reason. My ears were still ringing ten minutes after I pulled out my headphones.
[It's really dumb. Technology is dumb.
And now he has a headache. And it's so persistent that he can't sleep.]
Nothing idiotic about that. It happens to the best of us.
[ And for whatever it's worth, Kalim is attempting to be more subdued for the sake of Vil's headache. No less chipper, of course; just quieter. Inside voice, as Jamil would say. ]
Ah! I've got just the thing. Here--
[ Kalim folds his legs to sit on his feet, then pats his lap with both hands. ]
Lay on your back and rest your head here. No funny stuff, I promise!
[ And for whatever it's worth, Kalim is attempting to be more subdued for the sake of Vil's headache. No less chipper, of course; just quieter. Inside voice, as Jamil would say. ]
Ah! I've got just the thing. Here--
[ Kalim folds his legs to sit on his feet, then pats his lap with both hands. ]
Lay on your back and rest your head here. No funny stuff, I promise!
[It's very idiotic, Kalim. He sent a very angry ticket to Magicam support and texted his manager. He even dramatically fell on his chaise and everything like some stricken diva. Ugh. What a waste of what could have been a productive evening.
Vil looks blankly at Kalim when he seems to offer some sort of solution, watching him shift on the flying carpet. When he realizes what Kalim is doing, he lifts a hand to stifle an escaping laugh.]
You're offering yourself as a lap pillow?
[It's so...
Charming? Cute? Innocent? No, he hardly thinks Kalim is innocent, but this comes as much closer to that than if this had been offered by someone like Azul or Leona.]
I was thinking of lying down anyway, but--
[He looks skyward for a moment, to the moon and stars. Even if Kalim was the type to try snapping a candid shot, it would look pretty horrible in this lighting.
Oh, to hell with it. He's overthinking this, and that's not helping his headache at all. He shakes his head and carefully scoots over to Kalim. It's not like Carpet is particularly small, but it wouldn't take much maneuvering to have an arm or leg dangling off the edge.]
No funny stuff.
Vil looks blankly at Kalim when he seems to offer some sort of solution, watching him shift on the flying carpet. When he realizes what Kalim is doing, he lifts a hand to stifle an escaping laugh.]
You're offering yourself as a lap pillow?
[It's so...
Charming? Cute? Innocent? No, he hardly thinks Kalim is innocent, but this comes as much closer to that than if this had been offered by someone like Azul or Leona.]
I was thinking of lying down anyway, but--
[He looks skyward for a moment, to the moon and stars. Even if Kalim was the type to try snapping a candid shot, it would look pretty horrible in this lighting.
Oh, to hell with it. He's overthinking this, and that's not helping his headache at all. He shakes his head and carefully scoots over to Kalim. It's not like Carpet is particularly small, but it wouldn't take much maneuvering to have an arm or leg dangling off the edge.]
No funny stuff.
[ No, what's really idiotic? Being fully aware of exactly what ratio of the wine/hookah combination will make him feel like crap the next day, and proceeding to ingest (and surpass) it throughout every single party anyway. But if humans were meant to only make good choices, they wouldn't have been blessed with free will.
Kalim just grins -- all naive good nature -- while he holds his hands up to wiggle his fingers. ]
None! And I promise my hands are clean too.
[ Not only that, but they smell of amber and rose. Vil can catch a hint of it when Kalim presses his fingerpads to each of Vil's temples. They rest there a moment, allowing Vil the opportunity to either duck away or accustom himself to the touch, before they start to move in slow circles. ]
Jamil does this for me sometimes when my head is hurting. It helps a lot. But I'll do my best not to mess up your hair.
Kalim just grins -- all naive good nature -- while he holds his hands up to wiggle his fingers. ]
None! And I promise my hands are clean too.
[ Not only that, but they smell of amber and rose. Vil can catch a hint of it when Kalim presses his fingerpads to each of Vil's temples. They rest there a moment, allowing Vil the opportunity to either duck away or accustom himself to the touch, before they start to move in slow circles. ]
Jamil does this for me sometimes when my head is hurting. It helps a lot. But I'll do my best not to mess up your hair.
Icing squirrels?? You can do that??
You amaze me more and more every day! You're so talented!
You amaze me more and more every day! You're so talented!
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[ Are we really so sure the world hasn't already descended into chaos? ]
Ohhh I get it...
Do you just want me all to yourself?
[ Are we really so sure the world hasn't already descended into chaos? ]
Ohhh I get it...
Do you just want me all to yourself?
Oh noooo how dastardly! What could you be planning! My virtue, my innocence, you fiend...
[ Like he's not scrambling to pack up his books and notes, hookah mouthpiece hanging between his lips. ]
[ Like he's not scrambling to pack up his books and notes, hookah mouthpiece hanging between his lips. ]
[ Jamil can probably hear Kalim's laughter from all the way in the lounge. ]
It's very mindful of you! You embody Scarabian excellence!
It's very mindful of you! You embody Scarabian excellence!
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