THIS CAN'T POSSIBLY GO WRONG

[earlofpudding]

Characters: The unfortunate denizens of Black 2-B
Format: Action
This log is: Closed-ish?
Location: Black Dorm, 2-B
Summary: Xingke and Lloyd become the bestest of friends.
Warnings: horribleness.

[This room had been uncluttered and pristine on the first day. The following day saw some a few odd objects showing up around a certain Earl's part of the dorm. They had been small enough to go unnoticed then, but now, by the third day? There has been some... uh, the best way to put it is 'workshop sprawl'.

It looks like Lloyd has gotten a hold of some actual tools.

Objects pilfered from the science classrooms have been broken down for parts, light switches with all of their wiring pulled out with them... The toaster from the kitchenette down on the dorm's first floor is being disassembled by the culprit right this moment. The list could go on. And instead of leaving all these pieces somewhere less likely to get in the way? They've been set out in rows on the beds of the dorm room. Hey, he couldn't put them on the floor!]

Comments

[lolisandminorities]

[...]

[At Lloyd's inquiry, Xingke blinks. Had he gotten the name wrong? He was certain he had not forgotten the name of the scientist, especially since he had been in attendance for Tianzi's arranged marriage ceremony. Regardless, Xingke is merely going to start reaching for the electronics to relocate them elsewhere.]

That is your name, is it not? And perhaps you should consider moving your workspace to a lab.

[earlofpudding]

It might be! [Lloyd turned to check where the spring from that toaster had catapulted itself to. Waaay over there. Well, hey, Xingke was already standing. He turned back to the remaining parts of the toaster, intent on getting the rest of it apart.] Could you get that spring for me?

[A lab. Yeah, he really could use one of those.]

I've been looking for a suitable space for that.

[lolisandminorities]

[There were no words to describe the mix of emotions Xingke felt at the request. Still, more polite than his roommate apparently, the swordsman paused in his clearing of the pile to walk over and pick up said spring for the mad scientist.

Stopping behind the Britannian, Xingke offer him the screw with an outstretched hand and kept his face carefully blank.]

I suggest then that, until you find what you're looking for, you respect the living quarters of other people.

[earlofpudding]

[And Xingke always would be more polite than his roommate, excepting when someone was nearby to correct the wayward scientist. He took the spring from the stoic swordsman and set it down with the other bits and pieces of toaster.

Then kept on working while he chatted.]

I don't see what the problem is. Aren't you used to everything being crowded?

[You know, what with you being Chinese, Xingke. There isn't a lick of malice in those words; just good cheer and a smile. Always. Meanwhile, somewhere across the campus, someone probably feels like they need to be apologizing for something...]

[lolisandminorities]

... [Welp. There goes his patience. Don't mind Xingke calmly walking back over to his bed and gathering up all of Lloyd's machinery. He then walks over to Lloyd and deposits it next to him without the tiniest hint of remorse.]

Next time, I will not be so polite. [And then he sets to cleaning up his bed.]

[earlofpudding]

[Huh. Lloyd stops to eye the parts Xingke has dumped on the desk. Now they're mixed in with the parts of the toaster he's been so occupied with. Heeey, there was a reason he was trying to keep everything separated! Now he's going to have to sort things again.]

Hm? [He peers back over at Xingke again.] Problem?

[Vague awareness that he has angered someone, goooo! What is it this time?]