Riddle Me This [Semi-closed (ask first)/Active]
Characters: Watanuki, Break
Setting: In the blue kitchen- it's tradition!- and probably somewhere else, maybe the ballroom or theatre.
Time: Day 14
Summary: Watanuki and Break have a nice long talk about recent events, which probably ends in a friendly fight. --Er. Probably friendly.
Warnings: This thread contains 3500% your daily recommended sugar intake. It remains unseen whether that's fluff or just Break's candy hoard.
Break had learned the path to the kitchen early on. It was one of the more important places in the house, and he could hardly be pausing to feel his way around every time he needed tea or ran out of sweets. So he did use his cane, swinging it back and forth in time as if conducting a symphony (this generally led people to believe he was crazy rather than blind, which was a delightful result), but he wasn't as careful as he might be otherwise. He knew the turns and doorways and stairs he just needed to be sure that no one had placed any obstacles in the path. This took relatively little effort, which allowed him to talk as much as he liked- so he did. Riddles were as good a distraction as any, andhe had begun a game of them to keep Watanuki's attention off particular mannerisms of his that might still be off.
"And that," he finished, tapping his can emphatically on the floor in front of him, "is why a raven is like a writing desk. So Watanuki, I believe that makes it your turn."
Setting: In the blue kitchen- it's tradition!- and probably somewhere else, maybe the ballroom or theatre.
Time: Day 14
Summary: Watanuki and Break have a nice long talk about recent events, which probably ends in a friendly fight. --Er. Probably friendly.
Warnings: This thread contains 3500% your daily recommended sugar intake. It remains unseen whether that's fluff or just Break's candy hoard.
Break had learned the path to the kitchen early on. It was one of the more important places in the house, and he could hardly be pausing to feel his way around every time he needed tea or ran out of sweets. So he did use his cane, swinging it back and forth in time as if conducting a symphony (this generally led people to believe he was crazy rather than blind, which was a delightful result), but he wasn't as careful as he might be otherwise. He knew the turns and doorways and stairs he just needed to be sure that no one had placed any obstacles in the path. This took relatively little effort, which allowed him to talk as much as he liked- so he did. Riddles were as good a distraction as any, andhe had begun a game of them to keep Watanuki's attention off particular mannerisms of his that might still be off.
"And that," he finished, tapping his can emphatically on the floor in front of him, "is why a raven is like a writing desk. So Watanuki, I believe that makes it your turn."