Maybe you’re a train with square wheels

[insourarmor]

WHO: Fakir, Duck
WHERE: The boys' room at the HT apartment
WHEN: FORWARD DATED to Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Angst, teenage arguments, possibly Christmas joy
SUMMARY: Duck has offended Fakir's delicate sensibilities, and it's about time they actually talked about it.
FORMAT: Pair o' Derps

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[pas_de_ducks]

The sound of Fakir's voice, strong and clear despite its softness, just made Duck feel worse.

She knew, now that the heat of the moment had long since passed, that bringing Fakir's honor as a knight into question had been hurtful. And she'd tried to make up for it in small, wordless ways: she'd made cupcakes, put her extra blanket on his bed, gotten a nice new bar of soap that didn't smell too girly and left it on his side of the sink. But he'd been avoiding her and her gestures with his usual stubbornness.

And once again, Princess Tutu was more or less helpless to fix the problem.

Now, clutching the lamp that had once held the feeling of affection from Mytho's splintered heart, she hesitated outside Fakir's door, trying to pull together enough courage to confront him.

[insourarmor]

Once the song wound down, Fakir's attention wandered once more, and he found himself glancing at the half-open door to his bedroom. Well. He hadn't expected her to actually approach him.

"Are you just going to eavesdrop out there?"

[pas_de_ducks]

"N--no! No, I was just--I mean, I wanted--"

With an enormous effort, she managed to rein in her sputtering.

"Do you... have a minute?"

[insourarmor]

"I have several," Fakir said curtly as he went to flop onto the unmade bed on one side of the room.