[RP log] with Luc = 15 =
Who: Tyr tyr_mcdohl & Luc wind_incarnate
Where: Infirmary
When: July 4th, IS 481 - After this thread.
What: Recovering from Nanami's cooking
Warning: Mention of cannibalism...?
Tyr McDohl was not a man who could be easily defeated. In fact, never did he--in the days of the Gate Rune War or the Dunan Unification War--fall prey to the ills that plagued mortals, or overexert himself to the point of exhaustion.
It could be said however that after nearly two decades of invulnerability, Tyr McDohl had fallen at last...
To the 'overpowering taste' of a young lady's cooking.
Hence his current condition in the infirmary where both the culprit and infirmary staff present at the scene of the crime had left him. The Toran hero wasn't looking particularly well as his body tried to digest the ignominy that was Soylent Purple.
Allowing Nanami to man-handle the older rune bearer onto the infirmary bed, who excused herself as quickly as she had carried the man over, Luc headed towards the medicine cabinet to see what could be given to the newly acquired patient. Medicine for nausea seemed reasonable... herbs to clear his stomach...
.... Though antitoxin might work better....
'Best bring that too.' He sighed as he picked it out of the shelf with the rest of the items in his hands before closing the cabinet doors.
Once he measured out the appropriate dosages suggested in Mathiu's notes, collected all the items including a glass of water on to a tray, he walked back to the patient's bedside. He placed the tray onto the small table beside McDohl's bed and glanced at him wearily.
How to do this...? Luc couldn't exactly administer the medicine to an unconscious patient. Well, they did have smelling salts in the cabinet... but that meant walking back and finding them.
"................"
At that, Luc pulled up his right sleeve, securing it back with a fold, only to swing his arm back and smack the Tenkai upside the head.
Normally, such a weak smack would barely do anything to the unconscious man, but the sound created by the impact--and the uncomfortable sensation of his head suddenly moving forward--jolted him back into the world of the living.
"...gnn..."
...Somewhat.
Guess the wind mage didn't hit hard enough. While he did consider taking another swing at the defenceless former Liberation Army Leader, having someone like Apple or Luserina walking in on his unorthodox methods when it came to this specific person wouldn't do.
"Hey." Luc called to him before leaning forward to whisper against the older male's ear. "Wake up. Before Nanami comes back with a bowl of one of her weird soups."
"...!!"
It wasn't the sort of wake-up call Tyr would've preferred to be submitted to, but it seemed to do the trick as the rune bearer's eyes snapped open, his body frozen in terror at the thought of more of Nanami's creations.
The younger rune bearer moved away from the other man's personal space, a small huff of annoyance escaping his mouth. At least that worked.
"Back with the living, are you?" he muttered wearily. "How are you feeling?"
Honestly, he shouldn't have done such a thing as accept Nanami's offer, but perhaps he could've tried to get her to stick to the original recipes he gave her.
"...Ill," Tyr admitted plaintively to his friend, following him with his eyes. "I heard stories of her cooking, but I didn't think it was this bad."
... And that was how being too trusting could get a person killed. At least that was what Luc liked to go by.
"It was common knowledge to the others in the Dunan War. And you were there for a bit..." he nagged while picking up some of the medicine he had brought over, starting with the antitoxin just in case, and offering them to McDohl. "That's what you get for being so damned oblivious and.... Smiley. And not having the ability to say no. Here."
"Would you prefer me grumpy?" the man asked quietly as he worked his muscles to at least obey him for a small while, the time to get the antitoxin down his throat and not spilt onto the bed. "And she caught me before I could leave."
It was a significant victory that he could roll onto his side, but the movement obviously didn't agree with his stomach if one looked at his expression. Still, down the medicine went.
"No. I prefer you less stupid." Luc corrected, before taking the empty container away from the patient's hands. "You could still have said no. The bloody name should have been enough to warn you... For all you know, you just ate a resident."
Tyr didn't have a clue about the name, having only registered at the time that there had been another victim who would hopefully keep Nanami's attention off him. Woefully, that didn't happen.
"If you'll give me a bucket, I can regurgitate the poor sucker."
"It won't help." He stated almost immediately as he took a seat on the next bed. "I've seen some of her previous victims during the war. You're going to have to tough it out for the rest of the day."
Though if the older man showed further discomfort, it would be best he considered brewing a tea out of something from Mathiu's notes.
Ugh... resting in an infirmary bed was not what the Toran native wanted to be doing.
"At least no one died before," he muttered before he paused in thought, contemplating his situation. "How long till the antitoxin works?"
It wouldn't do for him to die like this.
Far as the general public knew, no one died... at least. Ah... that wasn't a pleasant thing to think about at all. But it wasn't improbable either...
"....." Luc frowned for a moment before returning his attention to his former Tenkai. "Not sure. There's also something you can take for indigestion. Or I can make you some tea."
More medicine that would possibly make things better, or possibly worse if it didn't agree with the antitoxin. Or some tea to hopefully relax his muscles. Either had equal chances to improve his situation, but which did he want?
More importantly though...
"How bitter will it be?" Tyr grimaced. "The medicine."
"Very." Probably....
He did so want to avoid that type of concoction. The antitoxin wasn't doing much of a dent into the restlessness of his stomach, but it was perhaps too early to tell? Or so he hoped.
"Can I have tea then?"
He would try the medicine later if necessary.
"Alright." At that, the wind mage moved off the bed and walked back towards the corner were all the utensils were left for brewing any medicine, and of course... where the staff made their tea. "So what prompted this act of heroism of yours anyway? It's great you're back to being social, but getting yourself killed in the process seems counter productive."
He hadn't actually meant to get himself in that sort of situation, all things considered. Perhaps he should've kept the recipe book after all?
"It wasn't heroism," he muttered as he watched Luc make the tea. "Miss Nanami insisted she cook up something in thanks for her souvenir."
"Then why didn't you make an excuse?" he asked, placing the kettle they put in reserve on an iron stove in the corner of the room. "Hasn't hanging out with Sheena taught you anything?"
"Run away if something persistant and undesirable comes after you," the man answered seriously, though in Sheena's case, it would be a woman. "Really, I'm not very good at making excuses on the spot."
After all, he had tried an excuse before she set off to cooking, but it obviously failed him. And he had most certainly not been able to think of anything when she caught him in the middle of his escape.
Luc turned away from the kettle as he waited for it to boil. He glanced at McDohl, folding his arms in front of him and let out a sigh.
"..... Hm... Well, then tell her the truth." he said simply. "That you don't trust her cooking. That you want to leave. That putting soylent on a dish is looked down upon by most of society unless you support cannibalism."
Most of Luc's suggestions had its merits, but that last one only gave Tyr cold shivers.
"Still don't know where she got the idea for soylents," he mumbled indistinctively. "...you don't really think that fourth ingredient originated from a human, do you?"
"......................................................." was the wind mage's reply.
That... was not a good sign.
"Give me a bucket," the Tenkai demanded, looking positively ill.
Luc shrugged and moved to the cabinets to pick out the closest thing to a bucket in it, that being a shallow basin. He then moved back to McDohl and handed it to him before taking a few steps back just in case the man was serious about throwing up.
He could have just pretended and amused the man with positive thoughts but... if there was anything he was consistent with... it was being honest. Sorta.
No sooner had Luc given him the basin that Tyr ended up emptying the content of his upset stomach into it.
He wasn't sure that Luc's words were the whole truth--the mage could easily be tricking him--but being Soul Eater's bearer didn't mean he had a taste for human flesh. That was something he'd leave to Sierra.
Leaving McDohl to the pleasantries of throwing up, the brunet turned his attention back to the kettle which had not started to boil at the moment. With arms folded before him again, he tapped his finger against his arm as if to turn his attention to that muted sound than the older male vomiting...
Serves him right though. Being such a damned polite goody-two-shoes. They were always the first to get into such trouble. That... and idiots.
"....." Well... that doesn't help if he thinks McDohl falls under both categories.
Unaware of the mage's current thoughts, the older man wished for something to rince down the unpleasant taste of vomit from his mouth. At least with this done, he wouldn't have to fret about the dish's unknown incredient coursing through his body.
"Never again," Tyr grimaced as he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, pushing away from the bowl with a groan.
The only thing was that he needed to convince the 'aspiring' cook of that.
"Oh please." Luc smirked just as the kettle began to whistle on the iron stove. "Given your personality, you'll trip and fall right into her clutches the next time this happens."
He dropped a few items into a ceramic cup, tea leaves, herbs, and a small dried flower- known to emit a sweet smell when put into tea as well as helps calm the stomach - before pouring hot water into it. Letting the small flower bloom into the concoction, he took the cup back to the Toran native and offered it to him.
"Here. Careful though. It's still hot."
"I'll drag you along with me if that happens," the Tenkai promised from his spot on the bed, even as Luc came back with the tea cup which he carefully took. The smell was rather familiar, though perhaps a bit unexpected when he looked down into his cup, finding a bloom in it.
"Flower tea?" he inquired, blowing softly on the water surface to cool it down some.
"Something like that..." Luc muttered as he returned to the neighbouring bed and took a seat on it.
He took a moment and watched the Tenkai quietly, considering what he could say to counter such a promise. After all, such a claim was no laughing matter. He had been smart enough to avoid Nanami's cooking... and he wasn't about to let some former army leader boss him around. Those days were over...
"Well, since you plan to get me killed, we can forget about that date already." He said calmly while he tugged at his sleeve as it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
Tyr barely started to sip the hot content of his cup that, already, he was spraying it out at Luc's words.
"............." Well... that turned out better than he thought. "I guess you forgot already. That's fine with me too I guess."
"I.." he coughed a bit around his protest, "I didn't!"
In fact, he was still trying to decide if anything of his wardrobe was acceptable enough for a date.
"Besides, I said nothing about us eating it."
"Falling into Nanami's clutches is like stating 'I wish to die!' to the world." The wind mage said as a matter-of-factly. "You should know that from experience now. Telling me that you plan to drag me down to that situation is similar to asking me to go on a lovers' suicide with you."
While a lovers' suicide with Luc had its appeal from the expression's first word, the idea of dying was much less so.
"I like you better alive, Luc," Tyr reminded the mage as he took a new sip, distastefully ignoring the bedspread that suffered from his earlier attempt.
Another smirk made its way to the wind mage's lips.
"Of course." He replied quite pompously. "You best get better soon then before I change my mind."
That's what he was trying to do here, getting his stomach settled with a rather agreable tea.
"So..." the man fished for an opinion, "how should I dress?"
"Something that matches." Luc replied curtly.
He then paused, glancing at McDohl with mild interest before finally speaking again.
"Oh, about the clothes... They fit me fine." Although, they all seemed to be a little loose around the waist and needed some adjustments. "I didn't give you my measurements... so how did you get that right?"
... Or maybe he just lost weight.
Something that matched... that was a lot to ask of the mismatched Tenkai.
"Red and green then...?" he mumbled in thought around the cup's rim before pondering over the brunet's inquiry.
It was true that he'd never gotten measurements directly from Luc, even when he'd first bought those winter clothes in Vinay. Explaining to the mage his method though was a bit embarrassing.
"...from sight."
..... From sight...? Yeah... maybe that was a bit embarrassing. Just how much staring does this guy spend on him to actually get an almost accurate measurement?
"You'll look like Sheena." he stated, ignoring the slight shiver he felt from McDohl's curious answer.
"No thanks," the other muttered.
Being like Sheena was the last thing he would ever want. Some novelist might entertain the thought, but Tyr quite liked being his own person. Although, when he thought about the other Toran youth's wardrobe... what was so different from the playboy's colours and his own?
"Luc, would you say Sheena's wardrobe matches?"
"His personality, maybe." came another curt response. "It's probably the reason why he still hasn't managed to persuade one of the females in this place to stay with him for more than five minutes."
"..." Tyr drank his tea as he thought about that. "...So red and green don't go together?"
Sheena definitely didn't have any purple in his wardrobe so that couldn't be the problem.
"They clash. Haven't you read books on colour wheels before?"
'Colour wheels book?' Tyr blinked at this mention.
"No," the older bearer shook his head. "First time I hear of them."
".........." Luc fell silent and raised a brow at him. "Sorry to tell you then, Lord McDohl. Your chances with me just officially went from zero to a negative."
"H-hey!" Tyr protested that sudden declaration, the cup's content sloshing from his sudden movement toward the edge of the infirmary bed. "Shouldn't I at least be at 1% for even trying to learn about this?"
The wind mage turned his head away, placing his attention suddenly towards the wall.
"I don't know anything about that."
Now that was just plain unfair! It wasn't as if he couldn't find one such book in the library and get around to learning about matching colours.
"Luuuuuuuuc!!!!!" the man complained.
Man... when did this guy ever manage to sound so whiny...? Oh, wait...
'I bet Gremio has an answer to that...' he thought wearily.
Luc pulled his legs up on the bed, shifting so that he was sitting cross-legged on the covers. With emerald eyes back fully focused on the other man, he let out a sigh before speaking again.
"Where do you want to go?" he began his inquiry. "Though my current situation won't let me go anywhere out of the castle... Where do you want to go?"
It had been a while since he last whined--a little over two decades--but it was good news that the method still worked.
He probably shouldn't overuse it though.
"Hmm," he hummed as he considered that dilemma. "It's not around much greenery, but... how frequented is the roof?"
"Not much." He said quietly. "It's too out of the way, so no one really goes there."
And this was coming from his own experience as he spent a good amount of the early mornings to be alone and take a nap or when he was in dire need to hide from a talking crab.
Count on Luc to know this particular detail. However, it was true that not many people went there, even in the middle of the day. Tyr, for one, only ever went to the roof if the Tenkan he was searching for was there.
"Would a picnic there be good for you?" he asked as he finished his cup, careful not to tip the flower into his face.
"Mm... It's fine. I don't really care." the wind mage nodded. "We'll do whatever you want. It's my end of the deal after all."
Well, that tea definitely had helped as he wasn't feeling so queasy anymore, though a second cup would be nice. But first...
"Whatever I want?" the Toran hero asked with a side-glance at Luc.
".........................................." Why didn't he like how that question sounded. ".... So long as it's legal."
He doubted anything he had in mind was illegal.
"Okay!" Tyr agreed easily.
Again, Luc sighed before pushing himself off the bed and tossing the pillow of the bed he was previously occupying at the other man's face.
"You sound well enough, so you can get out now." He muttered and walked off to clean up the small mess he had made near the stove.
Ducking was a simple maneuvre to perform, but then who knew where the pillow would land? Receiving the fluffy mass in his face wasn't too bad a sacrifice, but he would try to prolong his stay here in return.
"Can I have a second cup of tea first?"
"......fine." The brunet picked up another ceramic glass from the shelf, bringing it towards where the stove was. "I'll make one without the medicine in it.... But that's all you're getting."
That single allowance was just fine by him.
"Thanks," came the reply, accompanied with a grateful smile.
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Where: Infirmary
When: July 4th, IS 481 - After this thread.
What: Recovering from Nanami's cooking
Warning: Mention of cannibalism...?
Tyr McDohl was not a man who could be easily defeated. In fact, never did he--in the days of the Gate Rune War or the Dunan Unification War--fall prey to the ills that plagued mortals, or overexert himself to the point of exhaustion.
It could be said however that after nearly two decades of invulnerability, Tyr McDohl had fallen at last...
To the 'overpowering taste' of a young lady's cooking.
Hence his current condition in the infirmary where both the culprit and infirmary staff present at the scene of the crime had left him. The Toran hero wasn't looking particularly well as his body tried to digest the ignominy that was Soylent Purple.
Allowing Nanami to man-handle the older rune bearer onto the infirmary bed, who excused herself as quickly as she had carried the man over, Luc headed towards the medicine cabinet to see what could be given to the newly acquired patient. Medicine for nausea seemed reasonable... herbs to clear his stomach...
.... Though antitoxin might work better....
'Best bring that too.' He sighed as he picked it out of the shelf with the rest of the items in his hands before closing the cabinet doors.
Once he measured out the appropriate dosages suggested in Mathiu's notes, collected all the items including a glass of water on to a tray, he walked back to the patient's bedside. He placed the tray onto the small table beside McDohl's bed and glanced at him wearily.
How to do this...? Luc couldn't exactly administer the medicine to an unconscious patient. Well, they did have smelling salts in the cabinet... but that meant walking back and finding them.
"................"
At that, Luc pulled up his right sleeve, securing it back with a fold, only to swing his arm back and smack the Tenkai upside the head.
Normally, such a weak smack would barely do anything to the unconscious man, but the sound created by the impact--and the uncomfortable sensation of his head suddenly moving forward--jolted him back into the world of the living.
"...gnn..."
...Somewhat.
Guess the wind mage didn't hit hard enough. While he did consider taking another swing at the defenceless former Liberation Army Leader, having someone like Apple or Luserina walking in on his unorthodox methods when it came to this specific person wouldn't do.
"Hey." Luc called to him before leaning forward to whisper against the older male's ear. "Wake up. Before Nanami comes back with a bowl of one of her weird soups."
"...!!"
It wasn't the sort of wake-up call Tyr would've preferred to be submitted to, but it seemed to do the trick as the rune bearer's eyes snapped open, his body frozen in terror at the thought of more of Nanami's creations.
The younger rune bearer moved away from the other man's personal space, a small huff of annoyance escaping his mouth. At least that worked.
"Back with the living, are you?" he muttered wearily. "How are you feeling?"
Honestly, he shouldn't have done such a thing as accept Nanami's offer, but perhaps he could've tried to get her to stick to the original recipes he gave her.
"...Ill," Tyr admitted plaintively to his friend, following him with his eyes. "I heard stories of her cooking, but I didn't think it was this bad."
... And that was how being too trusting could get a person killed. At least that was what Luc liked to go by.
"It was common knowledge to the others in the Dunan War. And you were there for a bit..." he nagged while picking up some of the medicine he had brought over, starting with the antitoxin just in case, and offering them to McDohl. "That's what you get for being so damned oblivious and.... Smiley. And not having the ability to say no. Here."
"Would you prefer me grumpy?" the man asked quietly as he worked his muscles to at least obey him for a small while, the time to get the antitoxin down his throat and not spilt onto the bed. "And she caught me before I could leave."
It was a significant victory that he could roll onto his side, but the movement obviously didn't agree with his stomach if one looked at his expression. Still, down the medicine went.
"No. I prefer you less stupid." Luc corrected, before taking the empty container away from the patient's hands. "You could still have said no. The bloody name should have been enough to warn you... For all you know, you just ate a resident."
Tyr didn't have a clue about the name, having only registered at the time that there had been another victim who would hopefully keep Nanami's attention off him. Woefully, that didn't happen.
"If you'll give me a bucket, I can regurgitate the poor sucker."
"It won't help." He stated almost immediately as he took a seat on the next bed. "I've seen some of her previous victims during the war. You're going to have to tough it out for the rest of the day."
Though if the older man showed further discomfort, it would be best he considered brewing a tea out of something from Mathiu's notes.
Ugh... resting in an infirmary bed was not what the Toran native wanted to be doing.
"At least no one died before," he muttered before he paused in thought, contemplating his situation. "How long till the antitoxin works?"
It wouldn't do for him to die like this.
Far as the general public knew, no one died... at least. Ah... that wasn't a pleasant thing to think about at all. But it wasn't improbable either...
"....." Luc frowned for a moment before returning his attention to his former Tenkai. "Not sure. There's also something you can take for indigestion. Or I can make you some tea."
More medicine that would possibly make things better, or possibly worse if it didn't agree with the antitoxin. Or some tea to hopefully relax his muscles. Either had equal chances to improve his situation, but which did he want?
More importantly though...
"How bitter will it be?" Tyr grimaced. "The medicine."
"Very." Probably....
He did so want to avoid that type of concoction. The antitoxin wasn't doing much of a dent into the restlessness of his stomach, but it was perhaps too early to tell? Or so he hoped.
"Can I have tea then?"
He would try the medicine later if necessary.
"Alright." At that, the wind mage moved off the bed and walked back towards the corner were all the utensils were left for brewing any medicine, and of course... where the staff made their tea. "So what prompted this act of heroism of yours anyway? It's great you're back to being social, but getting yourself killed in the process seems counter productive."
He hadn't actually meant to get himself in that sort of situation, all things considered. Perhaps he should've kept the recipe book after all?
"It wasn't heroism," he muttered as he watched Luc make the tea. "Miss Nanami insisted she cook up something in thanks for her souvenir."
"Then why didn't you make an excuse?" he asked, placing the kettle they put in reserve on an iron stove in the corner of the room. "Hasn't hanging out with Sheena taught you anything?"
"Run away if something persistant and undesirable comes after you," the man answered seriously, though in Sheena's case, it would be a woman. "Really, I'm not very good at making excuses on the spot."
After all, he had tried an excuse before she set off to cooking, but it obviously failed him. And he had most certainly not been able to think of anything when she caught him in the middle of his escape.
Luc turned away from the kettle as he waited for it to boil. He glanced at McDohl, folding his arms in front of him and let out a sigh.
"..... Hm... Well, then tell her the truth." he said simply. "That you don't trust her cooking. That you want to leave. That putting soylent on a dish is looked down upon by most of society unless you support cannibalism."
Most of Luc's suggestions had its merits, but that last one only gave Tyr cold shivers.
"Still don't know where she got the idea for soylents," he mumbled indistinctively. "...you don't really think that fourth ingredient originated from a human, do you?"
"......................................................." was the wind mage's reply.
That... was not a good sign.
"Give me a bucket," the Tenkai demanded, looking positively ill.
Luc shrugged and moved to the cabinets to pick out the closest thing to a bucket in it, that being a shallow basin. He then moved back to McDohl and handed it to him before taking a few steps back just in case the man was serious about throwing up.
He could have just pretended and amused the man with positive thoughts but... if there was anything he was consistent with... it was being honest. Sorta.
No sooner had Luc given him the basin that Tyr ended up emptying the content of his upset stomach into it.
He wasn't sure that Luc's words were the whole truth--the mage could easily be tricking him--but being Soul Eater's bearer didn't mean he had a taste for human flesh. That was something he'd leave to Sierra.
Leaving McDohl to the pleasantries of throwing up, the brunet turned his attention back to the kettle which had not started to boil at the moment. With arms folded before him again, he tapped his finger against his arm as if to turn his attention to that muted sound than the older male vomiting...
Serves him right though. Being such a damned polite goody-two-shoes. They were always the first to get into such trouble. That... and idiots.
"....." Well... that doesn't help if he thinks McDohl falls under both categories.
Unaware of the mage's current thoughts, the older man wished for something to rince down the unpleasant taste of vomit from his mouth. At least with this done, he wouldn't have to fret about the dish's unknown incredient coursing through his body.
"Never again," Tyr grimaced as he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, pushing away from the bowl with a groan.
The only thing was that he needed to convince the 'aspiring' cook of that.
"Oh please." Luc smirked just as the kettle began to whistle on the iron stove. "Given your personality, you'll trip and fall right into her clutches the next time this happens."
He dropped a few items into a ceramic cup, tea leaves, herbs, and a small dried flower- known to emit a sweet smell when put into tea as well as helps calm the stomach - before pouring hot water into it. Letting the small flower bloom into the concoction, he took the cup back to the Toran native and offered it to him.
"Here. Careful though. It's still hot."
"I'll drag you along with me if that happens," the Tenkai promised from his spot on the bed, even as Luc came back with the tea cup which he carefully took. The smell was rather familiar, though perhaps a bit unexpected when he looked down into his cup, finding a bloom in it.
"Flower tea?" he inquired, blowing softly on the water surface to cool it down some.
"Something like that..." Luc muttered as he returned to the neighbouring bed and took a seat on it.
He took a moment and watched the Tenkai quietly, considering what he could say to counter such a promise. After all, such a claim was no laughing matter. He had been smart enough to avoid Nanami's cooking... and he wasn't about to let some former army leader boss him around. Those days were over...
"Well, since you plan to get me killed, we can forget about that date already." He said calmly while he tugged at his sleeve as it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
Tyr barely started to sip the hot content of his cup that, already, he was spraying it out at Luc's words.
"............." Well... that turned out better than he thought. "I guess you forgot already. That's fine with me too I guess."
"I.." he coughed a bit around his protest, "I didn't!"
In fact, he was still trying to decide if anything of his wardrobe was acceptable enough for a date.
"Besides, I said nothing about us eating it."
"Falling into Nanami's clutches is like stating 'I wish to die!' to the world." The wind mage said as a matter-of-factly. "You should know that from experience now. Telling me that you plan to drag me down to that situation is similar to asking me to go on a lovers' suicide with you."
While a lovers' suicide with Luc had its appeal from the expression's first word, the idea of dying was much less so.
"I like you better alive, Luc," Tyr reminded the mage as he took a new sip, distastefully ignoring the bedspread that suffered from his earlier attempt.
Another smirk made its way to the wind mage's lips.
"Of course." He replied quite pompously. "You best get better soon then before I change my mind."
That's what he was trying to do here, getting his stomach settled with a rather agreable tea.
"So..." the man fished for an opinion, "how should I dress?"
"Something that matches." Luc replied curtly.
He then paused, glancing at McDohl with mild interest before finally speaking again.
"Oh, about the clothes... They fit me fine." Although, they all seemed to be a little loose around the waist and needed some adjustments. "I didn't give you my measurements... so how did you get that right?"
... Or maybe he just lost weight.
Something that matched... that was a lot to ask of the mismatched Tenkai.
"Red and green then...?" he mumbled in thought around the cup's rim before pondering over the brunet's inquiry.
It was true that he'd never gotten measurements directly from Luc, even when he'd first bought those winter clothes in Vinay. Explaining to the mage his method though was a bit embarrassing.
"...from sight."
..... From sight...? Yeah... maybe that was a bit embarrassing. Just how much staring does this guy spend on him to actually get an almost accurate measurement?
"You'll look like Sheena." he stated, ignoring the slight shiver he felt from McDohl's curious answer.
"No thanks," the other muttered.
Being like Sheena was the last thing he would ever want. Some novelist might entertain the thought, but Tyr quite liked being his own person. Although, when he thought about the other Toran youth's wardrobe... what was so different from the playboy's colours and his own?
"Luc, would you say Sheena's wardrobe matches?"
"His personality, maybe." came another curt response. "It's probably the reason why he still hasn't managed to persuade one of the females in this place to stay with him for more than five minutes."
"..." Tyr drank his tea as he thought about that. "...So red and green don't go together?"
Sheena definitely didn't have any purple in his wardrobe so that couldn't be the problem.
"They clash. Haven't you read books on colour wheels before?"
'Colour wheels book?' Tyr blinked at this mention.
"No," the older bearer shook his head. "First time I hear of them."
".........." Luc fell silent and raised a brow at him. "Sorry to tell you then, Lord McDohl. Your chances with me just officially went from zero to a negative."
"H-hey!" Tyr protested that sudden declaration, the cup's content sloshing from his sudden movement toward the edge of the infirmary bed. "Shouldn't I at least be at 1% for even trying to learn about this?"
The wind mage turned his head away, placing his attention suddenly towards the wall.
"I don't know anything about that."
Now that was just plain unfair! It wasn't as if he couldn't find one such book in the library and get around to learning about matching colours.
"Luuuuuuuuc!!!!!" the man complained.
Man... when did this guy ever manage to sound so whiny...? Oh, wait...
'I bet Gremio has an answer to that...' he thought wearily.
Luc pulled his legs up on the bed, shifting so that he was sitting cross-legged on the covers. With emerald eyes back fully focused on the other man, he let out a sigh before speaking again.
"Where do you want to go?" he began his inquiry. "Though my current situation won't let me go anywhere out of the castle... Where do you want to go?"
It had been a while since he last whined--a little over two decades--but it was good news that the method still worked.
He probably shouldn't overuse it though.
"Hmm," he hummed as he considered that dilemma. "It's not around much greenery, but... how frequented is the roof?"
"Not much." He said quietly. "It's too out of the way, so no one really goes there."
And this was coming from his own experience as he spent a good amount of the early mornings to be alone and take a nap or when he was in dire need to hide from a talking crab.
Count on Luc to know this particular detail. However, it was true that not many people went there, even in the middle of the day. Tyr, for one, only ever went to the roof if the Tenkan he was searching for was there.
"Would a picnic there be good for you?" he asked as he finished his cup, careful not to tip the flower into his face.
"Mm... It's fine. I don't really care." the wind mage nodded. "We'll do whatever you want. It's my end of the deal after all."
Well, that tea definitely had helped as he wasn't feeling so queasy anymore, though a second cup would be nice. But first...
"Whatever I want?" the Toran hero asked with a side-glance at Luc.
".........................................." Why didn't he like how that question sounded. ".... So long as it's legal."
He doubted anything he had in mind was illegal.
"Okay!" Tyr agreed easily.
Again, Luc sighed before pushing himself off the bed and tossing the pillow of the bed he was previously occupying at the other man's face.
"You sound well enough, so you can get out now." He muttered and walked off to clean up the small mess he had made near the stove.
Ducking was a simple maneuvre to perform, but then who knew where the pillow would land? Receiving the fluffy mass in his face wasn't too bad a sacrifice, but he would try to prolong his stay here in return.
"Can I have a second cup of tea first?"
"......fine." The brunet picked up another ceramic glass from the shelf, bringing it towards where the stove was. "I'll make one without the medicine in it.... But that's all you're getting."
That single allowance was just fine by him.
"Thanks," came the reply, accompanied with a grateful smile.
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