band-aids everywhere!

[persuades]

Characters: "Karin Asagiya" and you good person you!
Format: First or third.
This log is: Open.
Location: In the cafeteria. Amazing, isn't it? He goes there now that the SC office is closed.
Summary: Apple bunnies! The ex-Student Council President is making apple bunnies. And failing miserably.

[ There's one (1) young man seated at the far corner of the cafeteria away from people's usual line of sight, looking rather preoccupied. On his right is a plate of sliced apples, looking rather haphazardly done with a chainsaw, and a small bowl of cool water. On his left is a small medical kit with strips of paper that held band-aids littering the table. He holds a paring knife in his right hand, slowly carving away at one of the slices. Every five - or less - minutes, he winces, sighs and continues on.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, El is having trouble peeling apples. What a sad day this is for the world.

A moment later, he finally sighs again and puts down a slightly blood-stained apple bunny, half-peeled with the supposed bunny ears cut awkwardly. He used to be able to do this before he came to this place. ]

I suppose that one's wasted as well.

Comments

[defender]

[He doesn't falter under that gaze, not even for a second.]

What were the circumstances?

[persuades]

Tsuki Aoi recognized and knew who I was. Sora Himoto was there when she did.

If I were to keep my identity from that girl, then I had no choice but to play along.

[defender]

[Shoujou's quiet for a moment. He doesn't have any response to that - not really, anyway, for surely El wouldn't do anything wrong - but he can't help uttering:]

It's just... that woman, using things like that ridiculous mask and wig... she's afraid of helping Himoto outright, I know it! I just don't know why...

She wouldn't have told Himoto anything right then and there. And the girl is dumb as a brick anyway, she's only clever when it comes to fighting...!

[persuades]

[ No, she wouldn't tell Himoto anything. Even El was sure of that. That girl hides more things than he does after all, and to her beloved knight nonetheless.

And yet he let himself become her Weapon, if only to see how long until that composure of her breaks. But Shoujou need not know that. He chuckles, amused. ]

Why are you getting so worked up over this, Shoujou? Is it because you arrived far too late?

[defender]

[Now that takes Shoujou off-guard. And of course, he slips into denial first.]

What... I'm not - I'm not getting worked up!

[persuades]

[ He lifts an eyebrow then chuckles again. You poor little boy. ]

So you're not thinking of doing anything unnecessary again?

[defender]

[Unnecessary?

The things he'd been doing were unnecessary? He had only wanted to be helpful to El, and yet...

Unnecessary...?]

...I won't...

[persuades]

Just sit tight and let me handle things for now.

[ There's no Iwahijiri here so Shoujou can relax for the meantime. Until, at least, something else decides to be the bigger antagonist than him.

El reaches out to fix the topmost button of Shoujou's shirt. ]

Learn the new rules of the Exaclan before the next round begins. That's your assignment for now.

[defender]

A-Ah... [A barely audible gasp, and then Shoujou is standing as properly as possible, holding himself perfectly still until El is done.] ...yes, sir.

I can do that. I'd been meaning to, anyway.

[persuades]

[ El lowers his hands a moment later, turning back to his previous occupation of making - or mutilating - the apple bunnies. ]

Try to eat something for breakfast as well, Shoujou. It wouldn't do me good if you passed out.

[defender]

[Having not expected that either, Shoujou just blinks in surprise for a good two seconds.]

Eh? How did you...?

[persuades]

[ Have a smile, Shoujou. ]

How did I?

[defender]

[Shoujou comes up with the highly articulate response you're El before realizing that it's a rhetoric question, so he decides to avoid responding altogether.]

...I'll go get something to eat, then. I assume I should sit somewhere else if you're trying to keep your identity from Himoto? [Not that he seems particularly eager about leaving.]

[persuades]

You're free to sit anywhere you want, Shoujou.

[ And he starts with the mutilation of the rabbits and his hand again.

He's good at making excuses after all. And Sora's far too much a trusting idiot to catch on anything anyway. ]

[defender]

Really?

[And with a nod and a cheerful "Ah, okay," one highly delighted Shoujou is running off to get breakfast. Good luck with him on your hands all morning, El.]