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[November 1] [Danmachi] Forehead Scar
Title: Forehead Scar
Day / Prompt: 01 / In the days of my youth
Fandom: Danmachi
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Bell Cranel & Mord Latro
Rating / Warning(s): All Ages
Word Count: 615
"So it's true, then," Mord mumbled, his brown eyes darting around the tavern as he seated himself at a table he recognized as being one of his former favorites, "you did talk the lady in charge – you know, Mia – into un-banning me from here. I guess that's one more bit of thanks I owe you, rookie."
"She would've done it anyway," Bell said, shrugging. "I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't get thrown out before saying whatever it was you wanted to say." He laid his palms flat on the table. "Which makes me wonder why we're here in the first place. I mean, before, you tried to –"
"I know what I tried to do," Mord interrupted, scratching the back of his head, "and I know everything that happened after that, too. I got to see some stuff that day that I'd never seen before. I'm not here to pick a fight." He sighed. "Pick another fight, that is. I'm here to ... make amends. All right?"
"You don't have to do that," Bell replied, pausing as Lunoire popped up to ask for his order. "Anything for you, Mord? I can buy. It's been a good couple of weeks for us down in the Dungeon."
"Yeah, why not?" Mord grumbled. "Just a beer and some pretzels, if you don't mind."
After Lunoire vanished to the kitchens, Bell resumed, saying, "You don't have to make amends. I don't hold grudges if I can help it, and I'm pretty sure we settled everything up when we fought. That's it."
"See, that's the damn problem." Mord thumped his fist on the table. "You've made it to Level 4, and you're still so earnest. You can't be green when you're down that deep, kid. There aren't any laws that'll protect you down there, and other adventurers can be even worse than the monsters. You've got to start thinking in more of a tit-for-tat way –" He pointed to the scar on his forehead. "– or you'll start earning these, and I don't think that's what that busty little Goddess of yours wants."
"You don't have to remind me," Bell said, looking sheepish. "I mean, really, why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden? That's sort of out of character for you, isn't it? ... Did something happen?"
"No." Another pause as the food and drink arrived. "I was just thinking back to when I was your age. I wouldn't have had all of these scars and stitches if I'd had some kind of mentor or something, but it was all dog-eat-dog, even back then – Hell, especially back then. You didn't get anywhere in the Dungeon unless you paid for it with blood and sweat, and I did plenty of that." He took a deep drink. "I don't wanna say I'm looking out for you. I'm not that nice a person. But I'd rather you at least had somebody you could talk to if you got into one of those situations. That much, I can do."
"Well –" Bell smiled. "– I'm only as strong as the people around me, Mord, so ... I appreciate it. If you're willing to work with me, that's fine. I could use the benefit of your experience."
"See?" Mord smirked, shaking his head. "Hang on to that. If you're lucky, the adventurer's life won't beat it out of you the way it did to me." He grimaced into his beer. "You won't be stuck at Level 2."
"I'm still green. Give me time." Bell raised his tankard. "Well, maybe a bit yellow. Starting to ripen."
"Bananas're yellow." Mord chuckled. "So don't slip on your own peel. Cheers."
END.
Day / Prompt: 01 / In the days of my youth
Fandom: Danmachi
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Bell Cranel & Mord Latro
Rating / Warning(s): All Ages
Word Count: 615
"So it's true, then," Mord mumbled, his brown eyes darting around the tavern as he seated himself at a table he recognized as being one of his former favorites, "you did talk the lady in charge – you know, Mia – into un-banning me from here. I guess that's one more bit of thanks I owe you, rookie."
"She would've done it anyway," Bell said, shrugging. "I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't get thrown out before saying whatever it was you wanted to say." He laid his palms flat on the table. "Which makes me wonder why we're here in the first place. I mean, before, you tried to –"
"I know what I tried to do," Mord interrupted, scratching the back of his head, "and I know everything that happened after that, too. I got to see some stuff that day that I'd never seen before. I'm not here to pick a fight." He sighed. "Pick another fight, that is. I'm here to ... make amends. All right?"
"You don't have to do that," Bell replied, pausing as Lunoire popped up to ask for his order. "Anything for you, Mord? I can buy. It's been a good couple of weeks for us down in the Dungeon."
"Yeah, why not?" Mord grumbled. "Just a beer and some pretzels, if you don't mind."
After Lunoire vanished to the kitchens, Bell resumed, saying, "You don't have to make amends. I don't hold grudges if I can help it, and I'm pretty sure we settled everything up when we fought. That's it."
"See, that's the damn problem." Mord thumped his fist on the table. "You've made it to Level 4, and you're still so earnest. You can't be green when you're down that deep, kid. There aren't any laws that'll protect you down there, and other adventurers can be even worse than the monsters. You've got to start thinking in more of a tit-for-tat way –" He pointed to the scar on his forehead. "– or you'll start earning these, and I don't think that's what that busty little Goddess of yours wants."
"You don't have to remind me," Bell said, looking sheepish. "I mean, really, why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden? That's sort of out of character for you, isn't it? ... Did something happen?"
"No." Another pause as the food and drink arrived. "I was just thinking back to when I was your age. I wouldn't have had all of these scars and stitches if I'd had some kind of mentor or something, but it was all dog-eat-dog, even back then – Hell, especially back then. You didn't get anywhere in the Dungeon unless you paid for it with blood and sweat, and I did plenty of that." He took a deep drink. "I don't wanna say I'm looking out for you. I'm not that nice a person. But I'd rather you at least had somebody you could talk to if you got into one of those situations. That much, I can do."
"Well –" Bell smiled. "– I'm only as strong as the people around me, Mord, so ... I appreciate it. If you're willing to work with me, that's fine. I could use the benefit of your experience."
"See?" Mord smirked, shaking his head. "Hang on to that. If you're lucky, the adventurer's life won't beat it out of you the way it did to me." He grimaced into his beer. "You won't be stuck at Level 2."
"I'm still green. Give me time." Bell raised his tankard. "Well, maybe a bit yellow. Starting to ripen."
"Bananas're yellow." Mord chuckled. "So don't slip on your own peel. Cheers."
END.