Ω Forty Six - Peylix Rides

[rass_bestie]

[Omega was probably going to make a post about giving Rassilon his gift. But almost as soon as he brought his hand away from the device, a small boy is staring back in orange and green robes, his Academy uniform. He frowns in confusion and looks around before finally noticing the device, picking it up and taking a moment or two to examine it before

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[shortsghtedlove]

Ome- Peylix? [Rassilon may sound slightly panicked.]

Peylix, stay where you are, don't wander around. Is there someone with you? [Even Braxiatel would be good. Better than no one, at least. Don't get hurt!]

[rass_bestie]

[Oh, the skepticism can you feel it?] I'll go as I please. Who are you?

[shortsghtedlove]

I - [No. Wait. Saying 'I'm Rassilon' won't be very convincing.] ...am one of Rassilon's... friends. He says you shouldn't leave your - quarters, because it's dangerous outside.

[rass_bestie]

… Uh… huh! Well, if Rassilon says so, I'd have to obey! [To himself in his local dialect:] Gods, kidnapped by idiots.

[shortsghtedlove]

He's worried! And- Wait, did you just call me an idiot? [He isn't quite sure he heard right. It doesn't stop him from being annoyed enough to slip into his own southern accent.]

[rass_bestie]

Rassilon's in a permanent state of worry, I am hardly to be blamed for the condition, even if my purpose as his roommate is to kill his political career. [Ah, politicking at age ten. To be Gallifreyan.]

[shortsghtedlove]

He's worried about his friend getting hurt. And I - he is certainly not always worried. [The idea that Peylix may not yet be his friend doesn't come to him.]

[rass_bestie]

You know him so well! [Peylix sighs.] He barely speaks to me. Why should he be worried? I'm just another savage to be brought to civilisation. [Which considering the other option is leaving Peylix to think that believe he is 'polluting the precious status quo' is probably a point in his favour.]

[shortsghtedlove]

What? [Wait. 'Barely speaks to me'? 'Just another savage'?] We're not friends yet? [He may look slightly heartbroken over here. Then he notices something almost as important.] ...I never thought about you like that!

[rass_bestie]

[Peylix just stares. What is with this first person business?]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon stares back. Then, suddenly, it dawns on him what he'd just said. ...Oh crap.] Uh, if I told you that I, for - complicated reasons, am an adult Rassilon, would you believe me?

[Silence.] Even if you don't, I do worry about you getting hurt. You have talent for it. So stay in your room?

[rass_bestie]

[Look of skepicism.] Complicated reasons?

[shortsghtedlove]

Very complicated reasons. We are... right now... from different points in our individual timelines. You're from the Academy, relatively soon after entering it, right?

[rass_bestie]

[Peylix stares at him in suspicion before making a sound that confirms Rassilon's guess.]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon nods, as expected.] I assume I have not yet failed the test about flutterwings?

[rass_bestie]

They're testing on flutterwings now? [Gods, the Academy sucks.]