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[saphiras_rider]

Eragon slumps into the Bar from the woods. He's been out there searching for Answers. But there has been none forthcoming. He's found lots of interesting things -the demon bunnies were a bit too interesting - as well as just normal woods things

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[tavar_of_alera]

He probably won't find it in front of the fireplace. Tavi's sitting there, on the floor, and he's taking up quite a lot of space. A bunch of tables and chairs have been pushed out of the way to clear a large enough flat surface to spread out his map of early-twentieth-century Earth, with a map of Alera under it.

He has a couple books near him and one open on the floor, a marker in his mouth, and Risk pieces and Lego minifigs scattered all around.

He might, possibly, be getting in Eragon's way.

[saphiras_rider]

Eragon crunches a few of the minifigs under his boot as he tries to get around Tavi.

For this he gives the other boy a glaring look. How dare he lay those things around where Eragon could step on them?!

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi goes very still. He hopes those minifigs are okay--they're kind of hilariously fun to play with. (Tavi is such a geek, really.)

He slowly looks up. It's a long way up, with Tavi on the floor and Eragon already easily over half a foot taller than he was. However, the distance doesn't change the nature of the look.

His eyebrow is arched, his chin slightly tilted to one side and up, and his eyes are bright and a little hard. Other than that, his face is utterly expressionless.

It's a look he's either got genetically or has learned, by now, from Sextus--because it is cold, contained, and surprisingly imperious.

[saphiras_rider]

Tavi should probably never be allowed near a LEGO store. The minifigs will probably need replacing.

Sadly the imperious look is completely missed by Eragon who sees it as some sort of mistaken awe.

Yeah. Really.

"You shouldn't leave your toys all over the place," he says.

[tavar_of_alera]

And the models, too. Star Wars models would have him gleeing in sheer wonder--even without the knowledge of Star Wars canon. They're just so cool.

Tavi's eyes narrow a little and flash with irritation and almost arrogant anger. Brencis is one thing. Brencis has any number of reasons to hate him--however stupid and unfounded they are.

But this? Is entirely unwarranted.

"They aren't lying around," he says with almost frigid politeness. "They're with my work here." And you should respect that--and you will, or I'll beat you into the ground, is the unstated addition. He might not be able to manage the beating quite yet--

But crows take him if he couldn't at least make Eragon hurt.

[saphiras_rider]

Likely Tavi should just never be introduced to anything Geek worthy. It may save the world.

Eragon doesn't hate him. He sees him as an annoyance. "They were all over the floor no where near your work."

[tavar_of_alera]

Yes, indeed. Tavi with modern tech and geek knowledge would make him more dangerous than he has any right to be--

Not that he... sort of isn't that already.

That narrowed, imperious expression isn't going away any time soon. "They're near me," he replies coolly. "Which makes them near my work. I cleared a space for it."

Anything within easy reaching distance is near him.

[saphiras_rider]

Either that or he'd get so distracted he won't do what he's supposed to do.

"They were still all over the floor." His sneer isn't going away any time soon either. "If they weren't, I wouldn't have stepped on them, now would I?"

[tavar_of_alera]

Not really. This is Tavi--duty and finishing a job he started are kind of hard-coded into him.

Do not lose your temper. He isn't worth it. ...And anyway, Brencis is worse. He isn't punching you yet.

"I made it very obvious I was here and taking up the space," he says as patiently as he can manage. "It isn't my fault if you aren't capable of observing this."

...Okay, so maybe he's a little angry.

[saphiras_rider]

"You certainly are taking up space," Eragon says. "More than you should, and right in the middle of a walk way too."

Eragon is not angry. Eragon is.

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi's quickly running through options in his head. Politeness, obviously--he refuses to be the one at fault in the eyes of Security.

So instead he says with utter civility, "I made sure there was a way around it. The tables and booths just weren't quite large enough for what I needed to do."

He supposes, belatedly, that he could have pushed enough tables together--but the shape might have been awkward, and anyway it would've been a lot harder for him, given the relative size of the tables to him. (As an adult, this will be more than adequate. At the moment? Child on floor. It is very nearly Tradition.)

[saphiras_rider]

Nonsense! Of course he's at fault. He exists and is in Eragon's way. And Eragon just doesn't care about security. He is security, in his eyes. He just Is.

"You could have pushed some tables together," he echos Tavi's thoughts. Clearly he is the mature one.

[tavar_of_alera]

Patience. Patience is a virtue. Patience will conquer the most ill-tempered ram.

Yes, Tavi is mentally comparing Eragon to a sheep.

Tone still patient and reasonable, Tavi responds, "The configuration would have been very awkward and much harder to actually work with productively--and... frankly, with my size," he smiles a little, wryly, "it would be far more difficult to deal with."

Beat.

And then, utterly inspired, he adds, "I'm doing exercises to prepare for next semester's classes." Truth, even!

[saphiras_rider]

Why does it keep speaking?

And why does it insult sheep?

With an arrogant gesture he swept his hand and mutter the word for 'wind' in the Ancient Language, sending the minifigs and maps scattering. "Now, you've got a clear walk way."

[tavar_of_alera]

For just a moment, Tavi's intense green eyes flash with fire and anger--and then it's gone just as quickly, as he clamps down hard on it.

This won't be my doing. No one else had a problem with it.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and lets it out again. And then, determinedly, he retrieves the map of Alera, carefully and rather fondly smoothing it out. He then weights it down with the books stacked next to him before going after the map of Earth. He'll weight that one down too.

...No, he isn't even going to say anything.

[saphiras_rider]

This is watched blandly by Eragon, a blank expression on his face and in his eyes. It's the eyes that are the scary part. It's as if he's got no humanity in them. He doesn't care about what happens to Tavi any more than he would care about what happens to a falling leaf.

Or maybe he'd care more about that leaf than Tavi.