We were way overdue for one of these [Active/Closed]

[pianistofraieln]

Characters: Raiel and Kuja
Content: Their usual shenanigans.
Location: Kuja's room, BPH
Time of Day: Eh. It's a couple days before all that buzz about the file, though.
Warnings: It's Raiel and Kuja. Bound to be COMPLETELY RETARDED.

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[windupnarcissus]

Interrupted from scrawlings of a (questionably) musical nature, Kuja opened the door to find some weirdo with an eyepatch looking at him.

Wait. Backtrack. Look around the eyepatch, Kuja!

THIS WAS RAIEL. Or, what was left of Raiel, anyway.

At this realization, Kuja made a variety of faces. Surprise to see Raiel out of his hiding spot faded swiftly into what the fuck where is your eye faded into really sort of an embarrassing I'm-pretty-glad-to-see-you-again-Raiel type of expression faded once again, DECISIVELY into:

"What the fuck, where is your eye!"

[pianistofraieln]

Raiel just stared back at him while Kuja cycled through expressions. He was faintly hopeful, up until Kuja finally picked one.

At which point he gave a cry of dismay and fell against the wall, face buried in his arms. Completely melodramatic, and completely Raiel.

[windupnarcissus]

"Oh, come now, no need to collapse in shame, Raiel. I won't pretend that this look works for you at all, but you survived, and that's always important too!"

He frowned, tapping his chin with a finger. "Weren't you in hiding, though? Has the danger to your friend blown over?"

[pianistofraieln]

...That was oddly encouraging, in Kuja's own little insulting way. He recovered, pulling away from the wall.

"I don't know," he said, which was true enough. He didn't exactly go asking around about whether people were still planning on forming a pitchfork mob or anything. "But I'm not the one who needs to stay hidden, so it's okay."