sleepless

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at the kitchen table, looking absolutely exhausted. there's a blanket thrown over his shoulders, probably because he's topless, and a large mug of coffee resting on the table between shaking hands. his head is slightly bowed, mussed hair falling into his face, dark circles under his eyes. the collar around his neck and cuffs around his wrists haven't withered at all; still as fresh and green and strong as they had been when he first showed up here, despite the lack of their Master's care.]

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[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[sits down next to him with another mug of coffee]

Rather uncomfortable, aren't they? [gestures to the vines]

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[shrugs lightly, dislodging the blanket. with a quiet sigh, he tugs it back over his shoulders properly.]

Nothing I can do about them.

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[sets down his mug and looks at him incredulously]

Surely you jest. Those vines can't me more than a half-inch in diameter. A butter knife could cut through.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[stares at him blankly, holding up his arms.]

Go ahead and try.

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[nearly stands up, but thinks better of it]

Judging by your expression, it wouldn't be worth my time.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Intelligent.

[drops his arms again.]

They're stronger than they appear. Added to that is the fact that whenever they're touched by something other than myself, be it someone's hand or a blade, they grow thorns. Along the inside.

[winter-blast.livejournal.com]

[grimaces]

Ah. Have you tried using another method? Besides a blade, that is.

[takes a sip of coffee] A colleague of mine--botanist, name of Julie Langford--created an incredibly powerful weed-killer during her time with the military. Eventually used it as a form of biological weapon. I don't doubt something similar could clear up this little...inconvenience.

[wearenottwins.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a newbie trying to memorize the layout, and stopping dead in her tracks at the kitchen door.]

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice her, staring down at his coffee.]

[wearenottwins.livejournal.com]

[this isn't weird or anything.]

Are you a Vexen?

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[looks up and over at her, blinking tiredly.]

...I am, yes.

[wearenottwins.livejournal.com]

[stares at him with a small frown, expression mostly blank otherwise. her voice is just dripping with suspicion.]

Younger than I expected to see one of you.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

I am older than I appear, I assure you.

[sounds vaguely snarky, but mostly exhausted.]

[wearenottwins.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I can believe that.

[not that she really cares.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... hey, you got your shirt off!

*yes he always points out the obvious*

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[glances up tiredly.]

Once the cuffs decided I wasn't taking the shears to them, yes.

[which would explain the somewhat hidden, half-healed wounds covering his wrists.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*frowns at your appearance a bit*

Are you... well, you really look like shit.

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

Observant of you.

[sneers at him briefly before letting the expression drop. he's too tired to be snarky and rude.]

I haven't slept.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Why haven't you? I helped you find a room. Is it too noisy where you are or something?

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]

If only. No, it has nothing to do with others.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Then why don't you go to sleep instead of sit here in the kitchen?

[memorywizard.livejournal.com]

(...weird)

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice him, sipping his coffee instead.]

[memorywizard.livejournal.com]

Uh...are you okay?

(well, that's probably the last thing he expected to ask a Vexen. ever.)

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[his hands clench around the mug, surprised at the sudden voice. he looks over and stares just a little upon seeing a male Namine.]

...simply tired.