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[Week 28, day 4]

Sep 03, 2011 16:14

Who: Matt and Elfangor
Status: Semi-open (anyone in the area can feel free to come watch/mock Matt)
Style: Prose, past tense
Where: Outside Mizusato
When: Week 28, Day 4 // backdated a smidge
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language, I assume
Summary: Matt's going to try to stop being the Most Fail Andalite Ever.

( He still thinks all having four legs does is make him twice as likely to trip )

matt, elfangor, !log, location: mizusato

Comments 12

hirac_utzum September 3 2011, 20:37:09 UTC

Elfangor had been trying to coax Peppermint out from under the porch (again) when he heard Matt approach, and he couldn't help but smile at that promise.

"Yes, if you are still willing. I... was not certain that you were still interested, after the previous attempt."

He ducked his head, partially to hide his face at that admission, but also to lean down again to scold that troublesome cat, rubbing at the claw marks on his wrist. "Fine, then, you Minnie-beast. Just stay under there and think about what you've done."

Rolling his eyes when the cat merely hissed in return, he stood and brushed the dirt from his jeans. "Do you want to try again now?"

mightstealyrcar September 3 2011, 21:19:04 UTC

"I just... in front of Rin and all." Sucking at something in front of Elfangor had been bad enough. Throw another observer in, and Matt had been way too self-conscious to give it a fair try. "I'll do better when it's just us."

He knelt down to peer under the porch and give Peppermint a stern look. "What'd she do this time?"

The kitten blinked at Matt, appearing to consider her options, then hissed at him, too.

"We should've named you Mello," Matt told her, and got to his feet again.

"Yeah, we can try now. And, um. There's an idea I have that I've been meaning to talk to you about."

hirac_utzum September 4 2011, 17:11:43 UTC

Elfangor frowned a bit at that. He wouldn't have suggested inviting Rin to observe if he'd known it would be a problem, and he thought it wouldn't be, since Matt had said it was all right at the time. But they were still trying to get through the basics, so perhaps he shouldn't have put Matt under that unnecessary pressure--though Elfangor had not perceived it as such at the time--when still getting his hoofing, so to speak. Clearly, his lack of foresight to consider this had created an uncomfortable situation for Matt, and he was determined not to do so again. Truly, he was just relieved, and pleased, that Matt still wanted to learn how to tail-fight.

"Oh, she just scratched me a bit. It seems she does not like the idea of being belled. Can't say I blame her much for that." But he could still be annoyed, as he would prefer to know when precisely to be expecting another surprise attack. Evil cat ( ... )

mightstealyrcar September 5 2011, 04:21:37 UTC

"I--" It was harder to say than he'd expected, even sure as he was that Elfangor would agree with the idea, if not the execution Matt was considering.

"I want to make sure neither of us gets sent home. ...by asking the gods."

He got a cigarette from the case he kept in his vest and lit it, the motions automatic, eyes barely leaving Elfangor's face. He didn't know if it was possible at all to do what he wanted to ask of them, assuming the so-called gods would even listen in the first place. But the conviction that he had to ask, had to at least try that much, had been growing in him for some time. Since before J had been sent away, even. Matt didn't want to think about how she might have still been here if he'd gotten off his ass sooner (fought for the people he loved sooner), and he definitely didn't want to consider waking up one morning to find Elfangor gone, and having to live with himself, and the knowledge he hadn't tried everything he possibly could to make sure it didn't happen.

hirac_utzum September 6 2011, 00:33:59 UTC

He kept his eyes locked on Matt--as he said that, as the ground felt like it plummeted away beneath him, leaving him helplessly unbalanced. He was silent for a long moment. Needed to get the chaos in his mind under control. And when he did speak, it was with a quiet determination.

"You know I want to make certain of that too. And petitioning the gods seems the only way to try to ensure that. But Matt... the last time." He swallowed, hard. Needed to talk past the lump lodged in his throat, that tried to choke him on the memory. The man (who was no man at all) in the suit, Loren's ever so brief stay, the Mortrons, those things that shot up out of the ground, what they did to Matt...

"The last time, when I made that deal with one of them. You can't trust them to keep their word, to make clear promises and not skew the terms ( ... )