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[July 16][Original] Unhappy on the Road
Title: Unhappy on the Road
Day/Theme: July 16, 2009 "take these verbs and enjoy them"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Fado, etc.
Rating: PG
"Go take a long walk off a short pier," Kojay snapped. He crossed his arms and stared defiantly at Fado.
Simcha rubbed his palms together eagerly and turned to see what would happen next. Fado was unlikely to blow up, especially at something so small, but it looked like Kojay wanted a fight. That might be only the first of a long string of verbal barbs.
"That'd be a wonderful idea in this weather," Fado artfully deflected the sharp words. "Do you like swimming, Kojay? With all that energy, I'd think you'd be great at it. Maybe even catch a few fish with your bare hands!"
"I swim fine, you zealot. I swim like an eel. But you don't know an insult when you hear it." Kojay was frustrated, but he still didn't want to waste his words on getting a rise out of Fado. "You. Are. A. Torturer," he spat out the words one at a time with a grim sort of emphasis. Even if he couldn't make Fado angry, he could make him understand his pain.
"How so, my friend?" He said it without a smile to show the lack of malice in his inquiry. Bashir was, frankly, quite surprised that this exchange had proceeded even this far without Kojay rolling up his sleeves and decking Fado. Saselia was similarly entranced, wondering how much longer it would be until violence broke out.
"You watch my every move and are dragging me along on this pilgrimage of yours like I'm a child you've been asked to mind. But I'm a man and I asked for you not to do this. I would've taken my punishment. I refuse to be reformed. I'm happy with the life I was living," Kojay huffed in exasperation. His anger was being leeched away as the string of explanations sucked his strength. Was that Fado's game? Wearing him out with his endless good humor? If so, it might be working.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Fado replied, "But now I'm obligated to stand by my word and keep an eye on you and your behavior at least until we reach Oxa. I hope your feelings will have change by then, but either way, there's nothing else to be done about it."
It was useless to suggest that he break his word. Fado was the kind of person who saw their vows as sacred. It was understandable in one so single-minded. He would pursue one goal, be it good or ill, with all his strength, and before his goal, all else accounted for nothing. Kojay knew he was going to have to sever Fado from promise quietly and on his own.
Day/Theme: July 16, 2009 "take these verbs and enjoy them"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojay, Fado, etc.
Rating: PG
"Go take a long walk off a short pier," Kojay snapped. He crossed his arms and stared defiantly at Fado.
Simcha rubbed his palms together eagerly and turned to see what would happen next. Fado was unlikely to blow up, especially at something so small, but it looked like Kojay wanted a fight. That might be only the first of a long string of verbal barbs.
"That'd be a wonderful idea in this weather," Fado artfully deflected the sharp words. "Do you like swimming, Kojay? With all that energy, I'd think you'd be great at it. Maybe even catch a few fish with your bare hands!"
"I swim fine, you zealot. I swim like an eel. But you don't know an insult when you hear it." Kojay was frustrated, but he still didn't want to waste his words on getting a rise out of Fado. "You. Are. A. Torturer," he spat out the words one at a time with a grim sort of emphasis. Even if he couldn't make Fado angry, he could make him understand his pain.
"How so, my friend?" He said it without a smile to show the lack of malice in his inquiry. Bashir was, frankly, quite surprised that this exchange had proceeded even this far without Kojay rolling up his sleeves and decking Fado. Saselia was similarly entranced, wondering how much longer it would be until violence broke out.
"You watch my every move and are dragging me along on this pilgrimage of yours like I'm a child you've been asked to mind. But I'm a man and I asked for you not to do this. I would've taken my punishment. I refuse to be reformed. I'm happy with the life I was living," Kojay huffed in exasperation. His anger was being leeched away as the string of explanations sucked his strength. Was that Fado's game? Wearing him out with his endless good humor? If so, it might be working.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Fado replied, "But now I'm obligated to stand by my word and keep an eye on you and your behavior at least until we reach Oxa. I hope your feelings will have change by then, but either way, there's nothing else to be done about it."
It was useless to suggest that he break his word. Fado was the kind of person who saw their vows as sacred. It was understandable in one so single-minded. He would pursue one goal, be it good or ill, with all his strength, and before his goal, all else accounted for nothing. Kojay knew he was going to have to sever Fado from promise quietly and on his own.