Dream | 11
[Privacy: Open to all and sundry]
A shadow falls across the open page, and it is a younger Allelujah who lifts his head to look inquisitively up at the man leaning over him.
"Good book?" Lockon asks, squinting slightly as though that will better allow him to read tiny, upside-down text.
He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, turning the novel over in his hands to show the cover; no worldly classic, but written in a manner better suited for someone still perfecting their English. Or so Miss Sumeragi had said. "It is interesting."
"Can't ask much more of a book than that." Lockon straightens again, linking his hands behind his head. "Well, I won't interrupt you for long. I was just thinking we should get together tonight, do something relaxing as a group. A game of cards, maybe. Interested?"
Cards. That was what the old men on the corner used to play, wasn't it? "Yes."
"Good lad." Lockon grins, and then raises his eyebrows at someone behind Allelujah. "What do you say, Tieria?"
The disdain in the third Meister's voice is clear, unmasked by even a token attempt at politeness. "You would do better to put your time towards further training, not pointless games."
"Pointless?" He makes a wounded noise. "I'll have you know cards are an excellent way to practice tactics."
"That is an utterly foolish-"
The bickering continues in an increasingly familiar pattern, and Allelujah shakes his head quietly to himself, looking down again at the book in his lap. However, the movement is not enough to hide the small smile creeping across his face.
[For such a peaceful dream, the look on Allelujah's face is almost pained.]