Promoting Understanding

[sceltwarlord]

Khary saw one of these a while ago, and he thinks it's a great idea. So on a table on the first floor is a replica, though a little odd looking though he got most of the general ideas right, of something sort of like a gun, but much less menacing looking. Khary made it lime green and conspicuous. Because he's Khary.

There are bonus chocolates that

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[skewedeyes]

Felix has never run across one of these before? And is kind of half drunk, so he picks it up and is examining the various levers and bells and whistles (so to speak) and probably a hazard to himself and others. In a POV gun kind of way.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay and Felix may not be very good at talking to each other, but the Fox is incurably curious and he's hever seen something like that before. He can't quite decide whether the thing looks dangerous, or just odd. "What's that?"

[skewedeyes]

Felix looks up and kind of blinks. "I haven't the least idea," almost lightly, but tensing, and it's quite possible that he sets it off just with that movement. After all, he has no idea what it is.

[milly_the_fox]

When the thing goes off Mildmay looks almost as if he's been struck, his eyes open wide and he goes very pale. It makes the scar on his face stand out even more, and he shudders, losing his grip on his cane which clatters loudly to the ground. He just stares at Felix for a moment, badly shaken. "Fuck. You--fuck." He lurches forward, reaching for the thing. "Put the damned thing down."

[skewedeyes]

-----aaaack.

Felix blinks once and puts it down quickly, starting toward Mildmay but catching himself before actually going to support him. "--Mildmay, are you - what - what is it?"

[milly_the_fox]

He's not really about to fall over, but he's a bit unsteady due to the fact that he's shaking a little, and he reaches to shove the thing further away. "I don't know what hocus made that but whatever it is, it ain't good!" All these thoughts and emotions from Felix in his head, he doesn't know what to do or how to deal with them.

Of course, given the nature of the place, it's entirely likely that when he touches the thing it might go off again this time aimed at Felix.

[skewedeyes]

"--what did it do?" Alarmed, more so now, and kind of staring wide-eyed at Mildmay. "It doesn't feel-"

But that's when it goes off, and that more or less stops him dead in his tracks. Flicker blink stare. Blink again. Blink again. --It's really mostly the shock, actually, that means he's still standing, if somewhat blankly. Because wait what.

And he manages to pull out the one coherent thought that Mildmay is definitely not okay and this is not good. That's about all that makes sense, though. "...remember what?" A little dazed.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay is going 'oh shit oh shit oh shit' inside his head and jerks his hand away from the POV gun as quickly as if it'd burned him. Because if what happened from Felix to him just went backwards...fuck.

"...What're you talking about?"

[skewedeyes]

Another hard blink and kind of putting one hand to his forehead because wait wait wait what- and then - wait - he snatches after something but there's too much to really focus on one thing.

"...what happened?" Also: why are you so screwed up, I'm sorry, and what is that memory about? But not saying that, because...not quite enough brain to.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay is just going to slowly move back a bit, putting some space between him and Felix, feeling a little ill. Felix's confusion and worry are only making him feel worse. He carefully stoops to pick up his cane as an excuse not to look anywhere near his brother. "...Dunno."

[skewedeyes]

Still staring at Mildmay, though. What is he supposed to do with this? And of course the fact that he knows that Mildmay doesn't trust him to do anything anyway, and of course he doesn't either, and what the hell and -

Yeah, head going in circles, and still kind of half drunk, this is not good. He keeps himself from swaying via hand on the table. "...oh," descriptively, face still kind of the picture of consternation and not making any attempts to move anywhere fast.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay still doesn't look at Felix as he straightens up again, holding the head of his cane in a death grip. He knows that Felix isn't going to say anything, and he knows that if he said anything that Felix would either avoid the subject entirely or lose his temper as he's so good at, Mildmay just continues not looking at Felix as he turns away. He means to get away as soon as he can. "Yeah."

[skewedeyes]

Felix just kind of watches him helplessly, pretty much completely lost at this point. And silent for once in his life because of that, because there just...isn't really anything to say. Apologies sound ridiculous and are ineffective anyway, as they really don't and haven't meant anything.

[milly_the_fox]

He starts away then, shoulders tight, half hoping that Felix will say...something, but he knows well enough that it won't happen. And if it did they wouldn't end up doing anything but arguing. He almost hesitates for just a moment, feeling Felix's lonliness as sharply as his own, but he knows already that any time he's tried anything it's always come back to kick him in the ass, so he just walks.

Yeah, he wouldn't trust an apology. Everything Felix apologizes for just happens again later anyway.

[skewedeyes]

Also he doesn't know what to say, even if he could talk past the lump in his throat, which he can't. So just staring after Mildmay and feeling like a total and complete idiot - rather more than he did, too. And can't quite, even if he wants to, make himself be angry with Mildmay for being like this. After all, it's not his fault and he knows whose fault it is.

...well, there's one good way to deal with this kind of situation. He takes a deep breath to get ahold of himself (sort of) and is just going to go to the kitchen, open a new bottle of brandy, and be drinking away.

[milly_the_fox]

A bit later Mildmay will come making his way back down the stiars, looking around the main room to see if Felix's there before moving toward the kitchen. Shouldn't have left him alone, he's berating himself in his head. Too stupid to come out of the cold, Milly-fox. He stops in the doorway, quiet and trying not to draw attention, wincing inwardly when he sees Felix drinking and trying to gauge how drunk his brother is.