sarcaskick | for pyrrhaicvictory

Mercury, please.

[ She can't take sides here. ]

Edited 2015-12-17 03:28 (UTC)

[ It catches him a little off-guard, hearing her plead. Not that he should care - in fact he should be pretending to be angry that she won't take his side, when Yang was for all appearances entirely in the wrong. There might even be some part of him that is kind of bothered at that very fact.

But, for some reason, he backs down. Just a little. ]

... We're not very good at distracting ourselves, huh.

It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought it up. Let's just . . . leave it there for now.

Yeah. Sure.

[ He takes in a deep breath to heave out a sigh, tossing his head back to flip some of the hair away from his face. He'd normally use his hands, but they're a bit busy with the crutches and all. ]

So. This, uh. garden. How much farther?

We're almost there. Are you sure you don't need a hand?

[ It's a small conciliatory gesture. It can't do much but she's willing to help him. ]

I'll manage.

[ ... Even if he does appear to be in pain, still. He may heal fast thanks to aura and whatnot, but this is still a pretty fresh injury and a brutal one at that. Even with the crutches it still hurts a fair bit, and he's probably not as good at hiding it as he'd like to be. ]

I'm not sure how much you could do for me, anyway.

I don't know either. But that doesn't mean I won't do what I can.

[ That's always been her way. ]

But you refused to carry me. Does that mean you can't? I hope you're not calling me heavy.

[ There. Jokes. Jokes make everything better. ]

I don't think your pride could have handled it.

Oh, I don't know about that. Pride's pretty overrated anyway.

I don't hear that very often from a boy.

[ In a way, that reminds her of Jaune. ]

The one thing I do take pride in is being something different from the average guy. Surely you've noticed this by now.

Maybe you're . . . slightly more than average.

So stingy with your praise! I guess I'll have to strive to do better.

I'm sure you can handle it.

So you want to praise me more?

Maybe after a while. I wouldn't want your ego to get ahead of you.

[ They finally make it to the garden. There's a stone bench and a fountain nearby, so she helps him sit down.]

Too late!

[ He shoots her a quick wink before accepting her help, supporting his weight against her a little as she helps him onto the bench. ]

I guess you're more than used to the praise, huh?

I get it a lot.

[ Everything looks so peaceful . . . it's hard to picture any kind of war happening ]

I was taught to always be thankful and remember my manners when I received a compliment.

Oh yeah?

[ He sets his crutches down at the side of the bench and clasps his hands behind his head, looking around at the garden with an unimpressed sort of frown. ]

Well I wish I had something good to say about this place.

There's nothing you like about Beacon or Vale?

Huh? Oh, no, I just meant the garden. But then again, I guess it just doesn't look as impressive when juxtaposed with you.

[ And then he just smiles at her expectantly - as if seeing whether or not she'll take such blatant flattery with grace. ]

[ She chuckles ]

That wasn't too shabby, I suppose.

I really like Vale. Sanctum was nice, but this place makes me feel at ease. Despite all the . . . crazy stuff.

What, are you serious? That was like the lamest line I could have come up with. Is that what you're into?

[ There's a grin as he leans back on the bench, stretching his arms to rest his elbows on the back of it. ]

Haven's alright. Parts of it, anyway. Just like anywhere else, there are good neighborhoods and bad ones.

I didn't say it was perfect.

Do you miss it?

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