RP log with Percival
As he listened to the clank of his armor plates shifting with each step, Percival idly wondered to himself if half the reason knights rarely saw trouble on their patrols was because the ruffians could hear them coming. He was making a circuit in and around the castle, making himself visible in high-traffic areas before passing through the dungeons and then back up along the lakeshore toward the dojo. Such was afternoon patrol for a castle guard, at least.
Bored out of his mind, Borus made his way outside where he could get some fresh air at least. He learned the hard way that too much exploring was not always a good thing when the last time he decided to do that earned him a happening upon the graffiti that infuriated him so much. As he passed the fountain, he heard the familiar clanking of armor and turned in the direction of the noise. "Percival, is that you?"
Coming up the steps by the dojo, Percival brightened to see his friend. "Ah, Borus. Staying out of trouble, I hope?"
"Trouble?" Borus frowned slightly before smirking at his old friend. "As I haven't been in your company all day, I'd say that I've managed quite well, thank you. And you are in the middle of a patrol, I assume?"
"Of course," Percival said brightly. "I do have a bit of a job to do here, you know. Unlike certain layabout knights who spend more time poking around the dungeons..."
Borus rolled his eyes at that. "I'm avoiding the basement and sub-levels from now on. If I see any more scribbling, I'm bound to lose my cool entirely." Lightening up again, he glanced over at Percival. "You're in a good mood. Did something pleasant happen recently that I'm not aware of?"
Tilting his head, Percival considered the stretch of recent days. "Er...no, not that I'm aware of. Just...having a rather normal day. There isn't any trouble, the sun is shining, and I'm well-rested." He shrugged. "Not very exciting, I admit."
"If you say so." Raising an eyebrow, he added, "And nothing's bothering you either? Because I swear, that sometimes, you seem a little off."
"Ahh..." Percival rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's nothing. It's like I said, when we had that talk. I'm working through some things. It takes time, you know, I can't improve my life overnight. Much as I might want to sometimes."
Borus listened quietly before walking over to the other knight and resting a hand on his shoulder plate. "Yeah, I remember. Still, I'm always here to listen."
"I know," Percival sighed, though he still wore a faint smile. "I trust you with my life, Borus. If I were in trouble, you would be the first one I would run to." He chuckled lightly. "Assuming you weren't the one who got me into trouble in the first place."
Shaking his head, Borus laughed. "Oh, with Lord Salome and Lady Chris here watching, I'd rather not get into any trouble, if it can be helped. Besides, I think we're old enough to manage to keep out of it, right?"
"We certainly are." Percival turned and then tossed his head to invite Borus to walk with him, as he resumed his all-so-important patrol back down toward the path to the stables. "I didn't realize so many people were concerned about my well-being. Is it obvious, or something?"
Following Percival towards the stables, the younger knight nodded. "Try as you might but you can't hide everything. But it's not obvious as to what it is that's bothering you. And even you admit that you don't really know what that is, right?
Percival sighed lightly. "Most days, I'm quite fine," he insisted. "It's just when people start...prodding at me, asking me what's wrong, that it feels like what I'm trying to put behind me is catching up to me."
"Ah, so I suppose I'm not helping then. Sorry." Borus sighed too. "I would not bother to ask you but you're my best friend. I can't help but worry or try to help, you know?"
"And I appreciate it," Percival insisted. "But no one seems to want to take my word for it when I say, it's my life, my rut, and I'm the only one who can work my way out of it." He patted Borus gently on the arm. "I understand, but really. You don't have to worry so much."
"If you insist." He shrugged a little. "I suppose I worry too much, huh? About you and Lady Chris ... it's no wonder I look like such a maniac to some people sometimes."
"Oh, Borus." Percival tilted his head back a bit as they walked. "I don't know about maniac, but there are times your one-track-mind stays a little too long on that one track. You should broaden your horizons. Live a little."
Turning red at Percival's comment, he growled. "I do not have a one-track mind! What kind of pervert do you take me for?! I don't care what that filthy mercenary and his buddy Clovis say, I'm not like them!"
"I didn't mean it that way," Percival assured, clapping him on the back. "If anyone knows all too well how pure your intentions are, Borus, it's me - yet that doesn't stop you from being single-minded about Lady Chris. How she is, what she needs, what she's doing. I'm only saying...there is more in this world than Lady Chris."
"More than ..." He tried not to look appalled at the thought but failed miserably. "Percival, I swore an oath to her before we fought Luc. And just because I'm devoted to her doesn't mean I'm obsessed with her!" Borus added with a mumble. "I'm not always asking what she's doing like some kind of stalker."
"Perhaps not," Percival said with a droll note to his voice, "but somehow she manages to come up in every conversation I have with you." He raised his eyebrow as if to challenge Borus to deny it.
Borus opened his mouth to protest but shuts it again. "Fine." He mumbled again. "All right, I'll give you that much. I suppose I do talk about her ... often."
"I know you're devoted to her, oaths or not," Percival said more gently, "but honestly. I've known married couples whose devotion is less obvious. I should like to be able to sit down and speak with you about...about a book I read, or a wine you've sampled, not...her, all the time."
Sighing, he nodded. "It's not like she'd care how much I talk about her anyways so I really ought to cut it out." Borus frowned in determination before continuing. "I promise I won't talk so much about her. Unless it was really important."
"Ohh..." Percival couldn't help but smile sympathetically. "Poor Borus. You've been pining for so long...it must positively hurt by now." He patted the other knight on the back again, letting his hand sit for a bit longer. "I appreciate you trying. I'll understand if you slip now and then. It's all right. It's what friends like us are for."
Borus just shook his head. "If you think I speak way too much about her, probably everyone else does too." He sighed again as he glances in the direction of the castle. "Sometimes, there are just some things beyond your reach ..."
"How long are you going to go like this?" Percival wondered, completely serious and not scolding. They paused on the path within sight of the stable. "Are you going to live the rest of your life wishing you could get up the nerve to ask her? You deserve a little happiness as much as I do, Borus. Goddess knows."
"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow at his friend, he just shook his head. "I haven't seen you asking anyone out. And besides, Lady Chris is completely ... out of my league. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life wishing I had the nerve to court her. I'm pretty much resolved that I'd never be able to, no matter how I tried." Borus sighed a little. "She's our captain. It wouldn't be right."
Percival gave him a sad little smile. "Oh, Borus. I'm sorry." He patted his friend on the shoulder again, heartily. "Then, try to turn your eyes elsewhere, perhaps. Don't make yourself miserable. Or," he added with a chuckle, "you and I can become monks together. Then no one would be able to ask us questions about our lack of dates ever again."
Borus turned and gave Percival a look, silently asking him if he was out of his mind. "What? You and I are still young yet. I'm not going to resolve myself to hopeless celibacy yet!" Frowning in determination, he went on, "But showing interest in other women ... it seems like such a difficult thing to do. Are there any decent women at this castle anyways?"
"Well..." Percival rubbed his chin while he thought. "A fair number of them are under-aged, which is rather unfortunate. A lot of young girls. Among those eligible...unfortunately, Queen has taken up with Nash, and Kathy..." He chuckled a little and blushed. "Ah, Kathy is rather focused on someone. There is Miss Nei...and perhaps some of the newcomers. Lady Cleo? Lady Kasumi?"
Raising an eyebrow again, Borus sighed. "A lot of young girls, huh? I don't know who this Lady Cleo or Lady Kasumi are but I'm still hesitant. And as for Miss Nei, I don't need a reason for Roland to hate me, all right?"
"Oh, right, right," Percival laughed. "Well, if he's not going to find a way to come out here and court her himself, it's his loss. Perhaps you should get out more, Borus, and greet people. It's very easy to do as a castle guard, since most of our arrivals tend to appear in the courtyard or at the gate."
"Yeah, I suppose I could do that." He frowned a little in thought. "But what about you? If you, Mr. Ladies' Man, haven't found a lady here, then what makes you think I will?"
Percival lowered his gaze only slightly. "Come now, Borus, you know that's only a big running joke. I don't date often as it is. And here, well, there haven't been many opportunities to even look what with all the...far too young girls." He smirked a bit, then. "I came to Budehuc to get away from the fan clubs, not start another one."
Borus smirked back, shaking his head. Percival was as modest as always. "It's hardly a running joke when all the women in Vinay del Zexay surround you wherever you go. And while it isn't a bad thing to have another fan club here, I'm not going to be the one to encourage you to have a group of infatuated little girls swarming your every move."
"Oh, dear Goddess." Percival rolled his eyes back so far he had to tilt his head skyward. "Please, no. Anything but that. I should like to stay focused on my duty, not having to shoo off requests for walks or offers of lunch boxes every time I turn a corner." He poked Borus's armored chestplate in indignation. "Did you know, that while I was at Brass Castle off-duty, they still recognized me out of armor? I nearly hid in the keep just to have some time to myself."
Laughing then, Borus smirked even more. "Hah, they've memorized your every feature, Sir Fraulein. But yeah, I see your point. They ought to know when to stay back just enough so you can do your job."
"I think that's why I like it here." Percival looked up at the buds beginning to burst on the trees, and the birds flitting through the mostly-bare branches. "It's quiet. Laid-back. The majority of people are friendly and almost none have any sort of pretense about them. It's as un-Zexen a place so near to Zexen...and I don't mind at all."
"Other than your home in Iksay, right?" He glanced around as well, nodding in agreement. "I'll admit that the hustle and bustle of the capital can be a bit unnerving, sometimes. And some people are more concerned about keeping up appearances rather than the more substantial things in life. People here seem to be more genuine at least."
Percival nodded. "Exactly. That's exactly it, Borus. Which is why I think you should relax..." Another poke in the chestplate. "...and not stomp around so much. I'm sure you'll meet all kinds of wonderful people here, as I have. I count fascinating folks, like ancient Kooluk sea-captains, as my friends now. You should try it."
Frowning at Percival again, Borus raised another eyebrow. "I don't stomp around. I was only upset that one time because someone had the nerve to write Lady Chris' name in such a terrible manner all over the wall." He lightly smacked Percival's hand away as he poked him again. "I'll try. That Shoon seems like a good kid. And the bath master too. It's a shame the females are mostly too young though ..."
"Shoon...is a strange boy," Percival remarked, resuming his walk towards the stables to make sure all was well on that end of the castle grounds. "I don't recall being like that when I was a teenager. Do you?"
He just shrugged. "Maybe it's because we're older now? Or maybe it's because he's from a different time and country? It can be a lot of different things."
"Possibly. Oh, dear. Don't remind me that I'm getting old." Percival leaned on Borus for the space of a few steps. "I'm thirty-two now, Borus! I have now spent over half my life in the knighthood."
"Shut-up. I'm only a year younger than you." Borus shook his head in displeasure. "I'm not going to worry about getting old yet." Smirking again, he added, "Leo, however ..."
That made Percival almost double over as he walked. "Oh dear Goddess...Leo is such an old man by now! I'm sure being here, you don't have to worry about listening to him grouse every morning when he gets out of bed, hm?"
Borus rolled his eyes. "He used to but I think he's used to the fact that he's getting older and there's nothing he can do to stop it. If he has any complaints, he usually just drinks them away."
"Tell me about it. He would absolutely not let me go to bed on my birthday unless I had just one drink with him," Percival sighed. "I was so tired, I only wanted to sleep. I've been apart from him and Roland for a year, I'd forgotten how loud he can be when he's being insistant."
His amused smile gradually becomes a smirk and then a grin. "And guess who has to deal with him alone?"
Percival laughed heartily. "Poor Roland!" He paused to wipe a tear of mirth from his eye and then added, "if ever there was an odd couple. The most stoic and unruffled elf dealing with the loudest and most overbearing axeman."
"I can only imagine that he's sitting there on the bridge right now, wishing he was back home. And thinking to himself what did he do to deserve Leo?" Borus was chuckling right along with Percival. "Ah, but those two ought to be here as well."
"Well, we can't all be assigned to this far-end of the country. Can we?" Percival wondered. "I'm sure Lord Salome could think of a reason to reassign them if they wanted to be here."
"True. But we're in no dire situation at the moment so I assume it would be all right, if only for a little while." He shrugged before pausing in his step, pondering for a moment. "Damn. I almost forgot about my laundry. I better go take care of that before I lose any of it."
Percival chuckled, pausing and turning toward him. "I suppose you should. Goddess knows we don't want to see your underdrawers flying from any flagpoles. Well! I have my patrol to do, anyway. Though I welcome the distraction, Borus."
Borus' face turned white at the thought. "Goddess! Has that happened before? I would be glad to accompany you on your patrol but I'd rather prevent that from happening, if I can help it!"
"Ah..." Percival laughed again. "Yes, after one of Queen's livelier games of Truth or Dare, last summer. It's a wonder what people around here are capable of when it gets quiet."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Borus turned in the direction heading back to the castle. "I cannot believe the nerve of some people sometimes. And on that note, I better hurry to make sure the same fate has not befallen my ... personal belongings."
"Understandable. I will catch up with you later, Borus." Percival raised a gauntleted hand in farewell. "If you wait until I get off duty, we can have dinner."
"It might take me that long to get my laundry done so sure." He returned a short wave. "Later." And with that, he quickly made his way back to the castle to ensure his laundry was safe.
Bored out of his mind, Borus made his way outside where he could get some fresh air at least. He learned the hard way that too much exploring was not always a good thing when the last time he decided to do that earned him a happening upon the graffiti that infuriated him so much. As he passed the fountain, he heard the familiar clanking of armor and turned in the direction of the noise. "Percival, is that you?"
Coming up the steps by the dojo, Percival brightened to see his friend. "Ah, Borus. Staying out of trouble, I hope?"
"Trouble?" Borus frowned slightly before smirking at his old friend. "As I haven't been in your company all day, I'd say that I've managed quite well, thank you. And you are in the middle of a patrol, I assume?"
"Of course," Percival said brightly. "I do have a bit of a job to do here, you know. Unlike certain layabout knights who spend more time poking around the dungeons..."
Borus rolled his eyes at that. "I'm avoiding the basement and sub-levels from now on. If I see any more scribbling, I'm bound to lose my cool entirely." Lightening up again, he glanced over at Percival. "You're in a good mood. Did something pleasant happen recently that I'm not aware of?"
Tilting his head, Percival considered the stretch of recent days. "Er...no, not that I'm aware of. Just...having a rather normal day. There isn't any trouble, the sun is shining, and I'm well-rested." He shrugged. "Not very exciting, I admit."
"If you say so." Raising an eyebrow, he added, "And nothing's bothering you either? Because I swear, that sometimes, you seem a little off."
"Ahh..." Percival rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's nothing. It's like I said, when we had that talk. I'm working through some things. It takes time, you know, I can't improve my life overnight. Much as I might want to sometimes."
Borus listened quietly before walking over to the other knight and resting a hand on his shoulder plate. "Yeah, I remember. Still, I'm always here to listen."
"I know," Percival sighed, though he still wore a faint smile. "I trust you with my life, Borus. If I were in trouble, you would be the first one I would run to." He chuckled lightly. "Assuming you weren't the one who got me into trouble in the first place."
Shaking his head, Borus laughed. "Oh, with Lord Salome and Lady Chris here watching, I'd rather not get into any trouble, if it can be helped. Besides, I think we're old enough to manage to keep out of it, right?"
"We certainly are." Percival turned and then tossed his head to invite Borus to walk with him, as he resumed his all-so-important patrol back down toward the path to the stables. "I didn't realize so many people were concerned about my well-being. Is it obvious, or something?"
Following Percival towards the stables, the younger knight nodded. "Try as you might but you can't hide everything. But it's not obvious as to what it is that's bothering you. And even you admit that you don't really know what that is, right?
Percival sighed lightly. "Most days, I'm quite fine," he insisted. "It's just when people start...prodding at me, asking me what's wrong, that it feels like what I'm trying to put behind me is catching up to me."
"Ah, so I suppose I'm not helping then. Sorry." Borus sighed too. "I would not bother to ask you but you're my best friend. I can't help but worry or try to help, you know?"
"And I appreciate it," Percival insisted. "But no one seems to want to take my word for it when I say, it's my life, my rut, and I'm the only one who can work my way out of it." He patted Borus gently on the arm. "I understand, but really. You don't have to worry so much."
"If you insist." He shrugged a little. "I suppose I worry too much, huh? About you and Lady Chris ... it's no wonder I look like such a maniac to some people sometimes."
"Oh, Borus." Percival tilted his head back a bit as they walked. "I don't know about maniac, but there are times your one-track-mind stays a little too long on that one track. You should broaden your horizons. Live a little."
Turning red at Percival's comment, he growled. "I do not have a one-track mind! What kind of pervert do you take me for?! I don't care what that filthy mercenary and his buddy Clovis say, I'm not like them!"
"I didn't mean it that way," Percival assured, clapping him on the back. "If anyone knows all too well how pure your intentions are, Borus, it's me - yet that doesn't stop you from being single-minded about Lady Chris. How she is, what she needs, what she's doing. I'm only saying...there is more in this world than Lady Chris."
"More than ..." He tried not to look appalled at the thought but failed miserably. "Percival, I swore an oath to her before we fought Luc. And just because I'm devoted to her doesn't mean I'm obsessed with her!" Borus added with a mumble. "I'm not always asking what she's doing like some kind of stalker."
"Perhaps not," Percival said with a droll note to his voice, "but somehow she manages to come up in every conversation I have with you." He raised his eyebrow as if to challenge Borus to deny it.
Borus opened his mouth to protest but shuts it again. "Fine." He mumbled again. "All right, I'll give you that much. I suppose I do talk about her ... often."
"I know you're devoted to her, oaths or not," Percival said more gently, "but honestly. I've known married couples whose devotion is less obvious. I should like to be able to sit down and speak with you about...about a book I read, or a wine you've sampled, not...her, all the time."
Sighing, he nodded. "It's not like she'd care how much I talk about her anyways so I really ought to cut it out." Borus frowned in determination before continuing. "I promise I won't talk so much about her. Unless it was really important."
"Ohh..." Percival couldn't help but smile sympathetically. "Poor Borus. You've been pining for so long...it must positively hurt by now." He patted the other knight on the back again, letting his hand sit for a bit longer. "I appreciate you trying. I'll understand if you slip now and then. It's all right. It's what friends like us are for."
Borus just shook his head. "If you think I speak way too much about her, probably everyone else does too." He sighed again as he glances in the direction of the castle. "Sometimes, there are just some things beyond your reach ..."
"How long are you going to go like this?" Percival wondered, completely serious and not scolding. They paused on the path within sight of the stable. "Are you going to live the rest of your life wishing you could get up the nerve to ask her? You deserve a little happiness as much as I do, Borus. Goddess knows."
"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow at his friend, he just shook his head. "I haven't seen you asking anyone out. And besides, Lady Chris is completely ... out of my league. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life wishing I had the nerve to court her. I'm pretty much resolved that I'd never be able to, no matter how I tried." Borus sighed a little. "She's our captain. It wouldn't be right."
Percival gave him a sad little smile. "Oh, Borus. I'm sorry." He patted his friend on the shoulder again, heartily. "Then, try to turn your eyes elsewhere, perhaps. Don't make yourself miserable. Or," he added with a chuckle, "you and I can become monks together. Then no one would be able to ask us questions about our lack of dates ever again."
Borus turned and gave Percival a look, silently asking him if he was out of his mind. "What? You and I are still young yet. I'm not going to resolve myself to hopeless celibacy yet!" Frowning in determination, he went on, "But showing interest in other women ... it seems like such a difficult thing to do. Are there any decent women at this castle anyways?"
"Well..." Percival rubbed his chin while he thought. "A fair number of them are under-aged, which is rather unfortunate. A lot of young girls. Among those eligible...unfortunately, Queen has taken up with Nash, and Kathy..." He chuckled a little and blushed. "Ah, Kathy is rather focused on someone. There is Miss Nei...and perhaps some of the newcomers. Lady Cleo? Lady Kasumi?"
Raising an eyebrow again, Borus sighed. "A lot of young girls, huh? I don't know who this Lady Cleo or Lady Kasumi are but I'm still hesitant. And as for Miss Nei, I don't need a reason for Roland to hate me, all right?"
"Oh, right, right," Percival laughed. "Well, if he's not going to find a way to come out here and court her himself, it's his loss. Perhaps you should get out more, Borus, and greet people. It's very easy to do as a castle guard, since most of our arrivals tend to appear in the courtyard or at the gate."
"Yeah, I suppose I could do that." He frowned a little in thought. "But what about you? If you, Mr. Ladies' Man, haven't found a lady here, then what makes you think I will?"
Percival lowered his gaze only slightly. "Come now, Borus, you know that's only a big running joke. I don't date often as it is. And here, well, there haven't been many opportunities to even look what with all the...far too young girls." He smirked a bit, then. "I came to Budehuc to get away from the fan clubs, not start another one."
Borus smirked back, shaking his head. Percival was as modest as always. "It's hardly a running joke when all the women in Vinay del Zexay surround you wherever you go. And while it isn't a bad thing to have another fan club here, I'm not going to be the one to encourage you to have a group of infatuated little girls swarming your every move."
"Oh, dear Goddess." Percival rolled his eyes back so far he had to tilt his head skyward. "Please, no. Anything but that. I should like to stay focused on my duty, not having to shoo off requests for walks or offers of lunch boxes every time I turn a corner." He poked Borus's armored chestplate in indignation. "Did you know, that while I was at Brass Castle off-duty, they still recognized me out of armor? I nearly hid in the keep just to have some time to myself."
Laughing then, Borus smirked even more. "Hah, they've memorized your every feature, Sir Fraulein. But yeah, I see your point. They ought to know when to stay back just enough so you can do your job."
"I think that's why I like it here." Percival looked up at the buds beginning to burst on the trees, and the birds flitting through the mostly-bare branches. "It's quiet. Laid-back. The majority of people are friendly and almost none have any sort of pretense about them. It's as un-Zexen a place so near to Zexen...and I don't mind at all."
"Other than your home in Iksay, right?" He glanced around as well, nodding in agreement. "I'll admit that the hustle and bustle of the capital can be a bit unnerving, sometimes. And some people are more concerned about keeping up appearances rather than the more substantial things in life. People here seem to be more genuine at least."
Percival nodded. "Exactly. That's exactly it, Borus. Which is why I think you should relax..." Another poke in the chestplate. "...and not stomp around so much. I'm sure you'll meet all kinds of wonderful people here, as I have. I count fascinating folks, like ancient Kooluk sea-captains, as my friends now. You should try it."
Frowning at Percival again, Borus raised another eyebrow. "I don't stomp around. I was only upset that one time because someone had the nerve to write Lady Chris' name in such a terrible manner all over the wall." He lightly smacked Percival's hand away as he poked him again. "I'll try. That Shoon seems like a good kid. And the bath master too. It's a shame the females are mostly too young though ..."
"Shoon...is a strange boy," Percival remarked, resuming his walk towards the stables to make sure all was well on that end of the castle grounds. "I don't recall being like that when I was a teenager. Do you?"
He just shrugged. "Maybe it's because we're older now? Or maybe it's because he's from a different time and country? It can be a lot of different things."
"Possibly. Oh, dear. Don't remind me that I'm getting old." Percival leaned on Borus for the space of a few steps. "I'm thirty-two now, Borus! I have now spent over half my life in the knighthood."
"Shut-up. I'm only a year younger than you." Borus shook his head in displeasure. "I'm not going to worry about getting old yet." Smirking again, he added, "Leo, however ..."
That made Percival almost double over as he walked. "Oh dear Goddess...Leo is such an old man by now! I'm sure being here, you don't have to worry about listening to him grouse every morning when he gets out of bed, hm?"
Borus rolled his eyes. "He used to but I think he's used to the fact that he's getting older and there's nothing he can do to stop it. If he has any complaints, he usually just drinks them away."
"Tell me about it. He would absolutely not let me go to bed on my birthday unless I had just one drink with him," Percival sighed. "I was so tired, I only wanted to sleep. I've been apart from him and Roland for a year, I'd forgotten how loud he can be when he's being insistant."
His amused smile gradually becomes a smirk and then a grin. "And guess who has to deal with him alone?"
Percival laughed heartily. "Poor Roland!" He paused to wipe a tear of mirth from his eye and then added, "if ever there was an odd couple. The most stoic and unruffled elf dealing with the loudest and most overbearing axeman."
"I can only imagine that he's sitting there on the bridge right now, wishing he was back home. And thinking to himself what did he do to deserve Leo?" Borus was chuckling right along with Percival. "Ah, but those two ought to be here as well."
"Well, we can't all be assigned to this far-end of the country. Can we?" Percival wondered. "I'm sure Lord Salome could think of a reason to reassign them if they wanted to be here."
"True. But we're in no dire situation at the moment so I assume it would be all right, if only for a little while." He shrugged before pausing in his step, pondering for a moment. "Damn. I almost forgot about my laundry. I better go take care of that before I lose any of it."
Percival chuckled, pausing and turning toward him. "I suppose you should. Goddess knows we don't want to see your underdrawers flying from any flagpoles. Well! I have my patrol to do, anyway. Though I welcome the distraction, Borus."
Borus' face turned white at the thought. "Goddess! Has that happened before? I would be glad to accompany you on your patrol but I'd rather prevent that from happening, if I can help it!"
"Ah..." Percival laughed again. "Yes, after one of Queen's livelier games of Truth or Dare, last summer. It's a wonder what people around here are capable of when it gets quiet."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Borus turned in the direction heading back to the castle. "I cannot believe the nerve of some people sometimes. And on that note, I better hurry to make sure the same fate has not befallen my ... personal belongings."
"Understandable. I will catch up with you later, Borus." Percival raised a gauntleted hand in farewell. "If you wait until I get off duty, we can have dinner."
"It might take me that long to get my laundry done so sure." He returned a short wave. "Later." And with that, he quickly made his way back to the castle to ensure his laundry was safe.