[accidental video]

[to_philotimo]

[When the feed turned on, Waver could be seen standing across from a tall, dark-haired man, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. Waver appeared to be fuming; the tall man, on the other hand, was smoking a cigar and looking down at him with an expression of wry amusement.]

You really expect me to believe you when you're saying such ridiculous

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[ridingchariots]

[Of course Rider had to investigate the yelling after a while. When he came in, he studied the older Waver for a moment.]

-you grew even taller than I expected. Have you accomplished everything you wanted, boy?

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[profcharisma]

[The older Waver doesn't seem at all bothered by his scrutiny.]

Of course not. There are too many things that wish to do for me to have accomplished them all already. I am only one man, and there are only so many hours in a day.

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

Haha, that's exactly what you should say. I'm glad you're like this now.

[Action] hurp derp i can brain grammar

[profcharisma]

[You haven't seen the half of it, Rider.]

Not even I am so stubborn that I could stay the same for ten years. But I suppose I took your advice, for once.

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[ridingchariots]

My advice is excellent.

[And now was the time for a bro hug, clearly. It's weird to have you so tall.]

[Action] 1/2

[profcharisma]

[This hug would be awkward, stiff and brief. And not have much reciprocation on Waver's side.]

On some occasions, it isn't horrible.

[Action]

[to_philotimo]

[Waver appeared briefly in the doorway; he had been listening, of course, but this didn't imply much since Rider's voice could've been heard clearly through most of the house.]

[I'm glad you're like this now.]

[He would never have admitted to feeling something as foolish and wasteful as jealousy, especially not toward what was, essentially, himself, because that just made it doubly wasteful and stupid. That still didn't mean, though, that he wasn't actually feeling that way.]

[And it showed for a brief moment on his face before he was gone from the doorway again.]

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

...what does he want now? I've never read you very well.

[Action]

[profcharisma]

To be honest, I don't think he even knows.

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

Should we find him again?

[Action]

[profcharisma]

If you want to prevent him from locking himself in a room to read and pointedly ignore you, then yes.

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

[Rider sighs and goes off to find his Master. The other one, at least.]

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[profcharisma]

[And he'll hang back a bit, mostly because it took his younger self all of approximately five seconds to dislike him.]

[Waver was, quite predictably, sulking sitting with his nose in a book in the other room, pointedly ignoring anyone Rider-shaped who might happen to walk in.]

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

Kiiiid. Read your books later and talk to me now.

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[to_philotimo]

There's nothing to talk about, except the fact that you're standing in my light.

[Action]

[ridingchariots]

I think your older self showing up here has fascinating theoretical implications that you should be babbling about by now.