WHO: Fakir, Duck
WHERE: The boys' room at the HT apartment
WHEN: FORWARD DATED to Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Angst, teenage arguments, possibly Christmas joy
SUMMARY: Duck has offended Fakir's delicate sensibilities, and it's about time they actually talked about it.
FORMAT: Pair o' Derps
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Maybe you’re a squirt gun that only shoots jam )
She knew, now that the heat of the moment had long since passed, that bringing Fakir's honor as a knight into question had been hurtful. And she'd tried to make up for it in small, wordless ways: she'd made cupcakes, put her extra blanket on his bed, gotten a nice new bar of soap that didn't smell too girly and left it on his side of the sink. But he'd been avoiding her and her gestures with his usual stubbornness.
And once again, Princess Tutu was more or less helpless to fix the problem.
Now, clutching the lamp that had once held the feeling of affection from Mytho's splintered heart, she hesitated outside Fakir's door, trying to pull together enough courage to confront him.
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"You... do?"
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"Believe me, I've forgiven far worse trespasses in the past."
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"You're a wonderful knight," she said softly, and the warmth in her voice made it clear she meant every word. "And you're the bravest person I know. I promise I'll never say anything like that again."
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"You're a wonderful... friend," Fakir said, trying very hard not to say 'whatever you are,' instead. "And I'm sorry I can't promise the same."
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"I suppose," he said after a long moment. He reached over to his bedside table and opened the little drawer to pull out the notebook within.
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She fidgeted for a moment, swallowing a jeez-don't-be-cranky remark before flipping the notebook open and settling in to read.
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