PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

Something must have happened... [ trying to think, but he can't think of any reason why gerome would be clumsy right now ]

[maskarang]

No, noth— [ freezing. looks at owain, looks back at the other room. not explaining and rushing back instead. he glares at the bathroom door when he half runs into it, but other than that he heads to where he fell and drops to the floor.

intentionally this time. ]

[swordhandled]

[ follows after him! ] What is it?

[maskarang]

[ it takes a bit but he does find the stupid paper and holds it up to owain. it reads:

"Without failure, there can be no growth." ] Before I tripped, I found this.

[swordhandled]

... A fortune?

[maskarang]

[ a light kick to owain's ankle for all the doubt he's seeing. he's still on the ground, this takes literally zero effort. ]

It could be a curse.

[swordhandled]

But aren't curses usually more... grand? [ vague gestures at tharja ]

[maskarang]

Do you have another explanation?

[swordhandled]

--I suppose I don't.

[maskarang]

[ still feels like owain's doubting him... well, it is a stretch. he drops back against the floor and stares up at the ceiling thoughtfully. ]

It could be fatigue.

[swordhandled]

[ he sighs and gets down on the ground with him ] You never get tired.

[maskarang]

Even I have my limits. [ it could be stress from the game. or...

tilting his head to look at owain. looking him up and down carefully before shaking his head. nah, it isn't that either. ]

[swordhandled]

--What were you thinking?

[maskarang]

Nothing worth saying.

[swordhandled]

If it deals with your current situation, I'd still like to hear it.

[maskarang]

... It doesn't. [ idly taps his fingers on the ground. owain won't let it go until he says it, so. ] I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to find reasons to touch you.

[swordhandled]

O-oh. [ a quick glance at the bed to make sure minerva is still asleep before he just scoots closer until he's right next to gerome, touching him. ] You know, you don't need to find reasons.

[maskarang]

I know. And I wouldn't trip if I wanted your attention. [the latter point warrants saying. for emphasis, he slides his hand over and reaches for owain's—only to grab his thigh instead ]

[swordhandled]

[ slightly jumps at that sudden thigh grab, but he's not pulling away ] I'm assuming you didn't mean to grab my leg.

[maskarang]

[ ??? pat, pat??? ] Your—

[ ... pat ] —leg. Er.

[ looking down at his hand which is unmistakably on owain's thigh. hm, that's. hm. ] I... did not.

[swordhandled]

It's fine.

[ puts his hand on top of it ]

[maskarang]

[ stares at the hand before linking their fingers together. ] ... Apologies.

[swordhandled]

You don't have to apologize. [ giving his hand a small squeeze ]

[maskarang]

No, but I want to. It must be hard— [ notable pause and grimace. ] —this early in the morning.

[ hm. no. ] Dealing with this. [ nope. ] The... tripping. And—bumping? Falling.

[swordhandled]

Gerome, I love you. No matter the time of day, I'll deal with anything from you.