[ota] Whose hand gave me this wound?

[maskofhearts]

Hadyn paced, script in hand as he balanced a bit haphazardly along a low slung stone wall. Not the best place to try to learn ones lines, truthfully, but he wanted to make himself focus- and as strange of a tactic as it was, putting himself in danger was certainly one of the few ways he kept himself focused. The whole miss a step and your skull was

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[heartsthespades]

It wasn't really the balancing act that had Jordan furrowing his brows so much as the recurring cough, and after a moment of balefully staring at the nearby oak tree, he sighed. And climbed it.

"We're not having lunch up here. I'm putting my foot down."

[maskofhearts]

"And yet you climbed up anyway." He said with a smile and a laugh as his brother settled down. "I honestly hadn't even thought about lunch yet. Is it really noon already?" He asked, dropping down to sit next to Jordan with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a moment, though, he finished out his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out to light.

[heartsthespades]

"It's a quarter past," Jordan told him, and watched him light the cigarette. It wasn't a habit Jordan had picked up more than occasionally - he'd thought of himself as something like a well-honed machine for more years than he cared to think about.

"Your cough's a little better than it was," he said. "Just as well. I can only imagine the vats of soup you would be dealing with."

[maskofhearts]

"If I ever see another bowl of soup, I might well gag on it." He said, shrugging a little as he inhaled on the cigarette. It wasn't the healthiest of habits, but they had both rebelled in their own fashion- smoking had been Hadyn's for a long time now. Since he was sixteen, really. It would catch up to him someday.

"Meh, the cough won't go away. And every time I cough at least four people pause to give me a look. You'd think I was incapable of taking care of myself."

[jestincase]

Hippity hop, spinnity spin, here comes Jubilee, not worrying one whit about falls as she slowly cartwheels along the wall. She sees Haydn coming the other way and stops.

"Right letter, wrong name. You're no Humpty, Mr. Heart. Are you talking to yourself, then?"

[maskofhearts]

"Well, I am talking to myself, or I am talking to the wall. Take your pick," Hadyn said with a tilt of his head as he looked up at Jubilee. Strange habits Jokers had, though perhaps he couldn't talk much with is pacing along the top of a short wall.

"What are you doing?"

[jestincase]

"Depends, depends on which one makes better conversation~ As for me, I was looking for ears."

She tilts her head opposite of his. "And do you know I've found nary a one! Was it a play, then?"

[maskofhearts]

"It was for a play, I have lines to learn. One of the nasty side effects of being a lead." He said with a shrug.

"How is it you planned to find ears, they usually are attached to people."