PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

[ as he sits through this, his frustration slowly starts to evaporate. by the end, he's able to nod, stand up calmly, and start dressing ]

[swordhandled]

[ he knows he should turn away but

gerome is wearing his clothes

and he

can't help but watch ]

[maskarang]

[ by this time he's become extremely adept at ignoring owain's looks. he doesn't so much as glance in owain's direction while dressing (and he actually takes the time to make sure every button and accessory is fashioned neatly), or while sitting down to put on owain's shoes. which. probably fit well enough? ]

I'll return to check your wound later.

[swordhandled]

[ they probably should, tbh. but he's still just. watching gerome, not realizing how he's not looking away. ]

--Cynthia and I, we're going to your room later.

[maskarang]

[ that finally gets him to look over and meet owain's gaze ]

I asked you to stay with her for a reason.

[swordhandled]

I will be staying with her.

In your room.

Together with you.

[maskarang]

That isn't what I wanted.

[swordhandled]

Both of us can't leave you alone.

[maskarang]

How many times must I say it? Minerva will be with me.

[swordhandled]

We're not in normal circumstances, Gerome.

[maskarang]

Hmph. And is that why you keep such close a watch on me? [ well, maybe that's too far. he deflates and exhales slowly ] ... No, I apologize. That was... unfair of me.

[ of course it's why. he presses his hand to the bridge of his nose ]

[swordhandled]

[ blushes more fiercely there ] I didn't know you could tell how often I watched you...

[ clears his throat ] But it's not.

[maskarang]

Your eyes have a way of piercing through me that's hard to miss. [ casually throwing that out there

still, he waves it off. asking has never gotten him anywhere, no reason to think otherwise now ]

[swordhandled]

Oh... [ doesn't know what to do with that information. ]

Be that as it may, at least this week, let us stay with you.

[maskarang]

... Just this once.

[ owain won't give up until he says yes anyway. standing up now ]

[swordhandled]

[ standing up as well ]

Thank you, Gerome.

[maskarang]

[ nodding and making his way to the door ]

If that's all—

[swordhandled]

For now, yes.

[ walking with him to the door ]

[maskarang]

[ glancing over but not commenting. opening up the door. he pauses for a few seconds before shaking his head and leaving. bye ]

[swordhandled]

[ closes the door

before going back and just collapsing on his bed

ike give him strength

and also knowledge about what the fuck is going on here ]