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[April 16] [Suikoden III] Locker Room Chat
Title: Locker Room Chat
Day/Theme: April 16, 2010 "Conscious of the secret guilt of others"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Borus & Percival
Rating: PG
Comment: Sometime pre-game, I think.
"Have you ever met Salome's wife?" Borus asked Percival. It was an idle afternoon, a rarity. They had been sparring all morning together, with Leo, with some of the recruits, and had just now gone to strip off their practice armor and sweaty padded garments underneath. Percival had been poking some less than gentle fun at his striped underwear and embroidered undershirt ("I'll have you know my cousin Nancy made this specially for me!") and it seemed as good a time as any to change the subject.
"He has one?" Percival had stepped onto the cool tile of the showering area, scooping a bucket of water out of the trough and pouring it over his head. The cold water wiped away his sticky sweat. He felt his lady-killing looks rejuvenated. "Not that I think it's strange. I just didn't know."
"Finish washing up and get a towel," Borus sniffed distastefully, "I can't bear to discuss such a fair and noble lady while staring at your..."
"My perfectly sculpted ass?"
"Yes, that, whatever," Borus whisked away his words with a dismissive hand. Percival smirked toward the wall ("So he admits my ass is fantastic!").
A few moments later, Percival sloshed to Borus' side, rubbing his hair dry. Borus preferred to wash privately, so he had settled for a drink of water and wiping the back of his neck with a damp towel. "So about Salome's wife. Why were you bringing her up?"
"Well, she's an exceedingly wise lady, warrior born and bred, but still as dainty as a lily. Salome has volunteered his manor for our annual Midsummer ball, so I though 'twould be best for you to be advised beforehand that the lovely lady is not available."
"That's kind of you, Borus." He finished drying his hair and tossed the used towel precisely into the laundry basket. By this point he had come to see something suspicious in the nature of Borus' tip. "So...what led you to think I might need assistance in determining whether or not a certain lady might be within my reach? Yes, I know I'm a flirt. I mean- why this specific lady?"
"Uh-," Borus stammered. That sly look in Percival's eyes was just too much. It was like he was seeing the entire Midwinter fiasco in his mind's eye without even having seen it in the first place (he had been kept home by a nasty cold). "I-"
"You made that very mistake yourself, didn't you?"
Borus clenched his fists. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. How infuriating and embarrassing for Percival to see through him so easily.
"Now now, Borus, it isn't as if I've never done anything foolish in my life either," Percival patted him gently on the shoulder. Borus found his presumption of such a level of camaraderie between them somewhat offensive, but he kept his annoyance locked inside. "But I won't make that mistake," Percival continued. "Deep down I know there's only one woman for me! Lady Chris!"
"Arrgh," Borus fumed. That was the last straw for him. He flung himself free of Percival's grasp, stomped across the room, and dunked his entire head in the trough. "No, no, no," he thought, "Her heart is completely cold to him! It has to be!" It was a struggle to force himself to believe it, especially with Percival looked so cool and suave.
There was no way now that he could ask Percival who he might be bringing as his date.
Day/Theme: April 16, 2010 "Conscious of the secret guilt of others"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Borus & Percival
Rating: PG
Comment: Sometime pre-game, I think.
"Have you ever met Salome's wife?" Borus asked Percival. It was an idle afternoon, a rarity. They had been sparring all morning together, with Leo, with some of the recruits, and had just now gone to strip off their practice armor and sweaty padded garments underneath. Percival had been poking some less than gentle fun at his striped underwear and embroidered undershirt ("I'll have you know my cousin Nancy made this specially for me!") and it seemed as good a time as any to change the subject.
"He has one?" Percival had stepped onto the cool tile of the showering area, scooping a bucket of water out of the trough and pouring it over his head. The cold water wiped away his sticky sweat. He felt his lady-killing looks rejuvenated. "Not that I think it's strange. I just didn't know."
"Finish washing up and get a towel," Borus sniffed distastefully, "I can't bear to discuss such a fair and noble lady while staring at your..."
"My perfectly sculpted ass?"
"Yes, that, whatever," Borus whisked away his words with a dismissive hand. Percival smirked toward the wall ("So he admits my ass is fantastic!").
A few moments later, Percival sloshed to Borus' side, rubbing his hair dry. Borus preferred to wash privately, so he had settled for a drink of water and wiping the back of his neck with a damp towel. "So about Salome's wife. Why were you bringing her up?"
"Well, she's an exceedingly wise lady, warrior born and bred, but still as dainty as a lily. Salome has volunteered his manor for our annual Midsummer ball, so I though 'twould be best for you to be advised beforehand that the lovely lady is not available."
"That's kind of you, Borus." He finished drying his hair and tossed the used towel precisely into the laundry basket. By this point he had come to see something suspicious in the nature of Borus' tip. "So...what led you to think I might need assistance in determining whether or not a certain lady might be within my reach? Yes, I know I'm a flirt. I mean- why this specific lady?"
"Uh-," Borus stammered. That sly look in Percival's eyes was just too much. It was like he was seeing the entire Midwinter fiasco in his mind's eye without even having seen it in the first place (he had been kept home by a nasty cold). "I-"
"You made that very mistake yourself, didn't you?"
Borus clenched his fists. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. How infuriating and embarrassing for Percival to see through him so easily.
"Now now, Borus, it isn't as if I've never done anything foolish in my life either," Percival patted him gently on the shoulder. Borus found his presumption of such a level of camaraderie between them somewhat offensive, but he kept his annoyance locked inside. "But I won't make that mistake," Percival continued. "Deep down I know there's only one woman for me! Lady Chris!"
"Arrgh," Borus fumed. That was the last straw for him. He flung himself free of Percival's grasp, stomped across the room, and dunked his entire head in the trough. "No, no, no," he thought, "Her heart is completely cold to him! It has to be!" It was a struggle to force himself to believe it, especially with Percival looked so cool and suave.
There was no way now that he could ask Percival who he might be bringing as his date.