Right before Bern's dressup...
There was this short RP with Geddoe
Warnings: none really!
First comment is in response to Geddoe's rather unintentionally innuendo laden comment about “wearing Kyle out.”
Kyle: You dumbass. *but said with obvious affection* Hey, can I have my armor now?
Geddoe: Knock quietly and I'll let you in.
Kyle: *zips!*
Kyle: *hauling out a package* ....I hope I remember how to put this all on!
Geddoe: You've only been out of it what, six months?
Kyle: It's not like slipping on a shirt, man! There's a process involved!
Geddoe: I would imagine so. Mine's simple and it still takes me a few minutes to get in and out of. *folds his arms over the leather*
Kyle: Well, I'll have to put this in my room. Bern wants to give me a personal checkup to make sure I'm good for the tournament. *winks*
Geddoe: *eyeroll* I don't want to hear any of the details, thanks. You'd better have that armor on when you fight, though. I've seen who you're up against.
Kyle: *mock pout* But Geddoe! You told everyone all about our personal details! I thought the least I could do was share.~
Geddoe: *smacks him across the arm*
Kyle: Ow, dammit, that hurt! *obviously has reached Geddoe's limit for tolerance* Fine, fine, I'm hauling. Skald isn't going to be a pushover, so I'm glad to have the armor.
Geddoe: Are you as bothered by the match-up as Bernadette seems to be?
Kyle: *he pauses* I'm not gonna whup on her, so that won't be a problem. For Skald though...it's kinda like some weird test. Like, maybe he would have tried to suss me out anyway.
Geddoe: I don't know hardly anything about the man, except that he's loud and outgoing. Is he the protective type, or what?
Kyle: Bern tells me he's real eccentric. He's Ferid's dad, so I kinda get the random bit of humor to a point, but I think Skald might be worse.
Geddoe: Oh right. I hadn't made the connection. I suppose then he can't be all bad.
Kyle: It's all in the eyebrows. *nods* He probably isn't but since I'm seeing his daughter, father automatically get loopy. Having, ah, had my fair share of ladies, I've seen it before.
Geddoe: Point taken. But that's the risk you take, I guess. Meeting the family. *sobers a little*
Kyle: *sighs* True. Man, I must really like Bern if I'm going to seriously put up with her dad.
Geddoe: What, you weren't sure about that?
Kyle: Honestly? No. Now that my fears aren't distracting me anymore, I can look at that a little clearer.
Kyle: I'm not sure what I'm going by, but I want to treat her right and respectful.
Kyle: And not how I would usually be with women. So it's like I'm sailing blind.
Geddoe: Join the club. Sailing blind seems to be working for me, so maybe it'll do the same for you.
Kyle: I hope so. I owe so much to her, helping me get healed and being with me. *he can't see himself, but when he talks about Bern, he gets a soft look on his face*
Geddoe: *sly look* Yeah, you've got it bad.
Kyle: *blinks* What?
Geddoe: *chuckles* Nothing. Be good to her, though. The last time someone broke her heart, I ended up with a Falenan Queen mad at me for six months.
Kyle: Wait. Lym was mad at you?!
Geddoe: Yeah. I was the reason Sigurd...was not with Bernadette, after all.
Kyle: And Bern's her aunt and...*winces* ...oooooh.
Geddoe: *slow, obvious nod*
Kyle: Well, of course I'll be good. I'm going to be WORKING for her. She'd probably murder me if I did something stupid to Bern!
Geddoe: Ah, right. Back to the knighthood means back to the Queen's service. She'll keep you in line, I'm sure.
Kyle: At least until either Ferid or the prince return. *nod*
Geddoe: I hope they do. I haven't gotten to know them anywhere near as well as I have you. *slight smile* I'm glad, though. As much as it might have been interesting to take you into the 12th unit, you deserve better than being a mercenary.
Kyle: Yeah, I thought about it, but the place I really want to serve is my homeland and the best way to do that is by being a Queen's Knight. Sorry, old man.
Geddoe: No need to apologize. A man fits where he fits. You aren't me, after all.
Kyle: 'Strue. Well, I'll be takin' this with me. Tell Sigurd I hope he's feeling better, okay?
Geddoe: *nod* I will. We'll all get together for a drink when he's feeling up for it.
Kyle: *grins* You got it. Later!
Warnings: none really!
First comment is in response to Geddoe's rather unintentionally innuendo laden comment about “wearing Kyle out.”
Kyle: You dumbass. *but said with obvious affection* Hey, can I have my armor now?
Geddoe: Knock quietly and I'll let you in.
Kyle: *zips!*
Kyle: *hauling out a package* ....I hope I remember how to put this all on!
Geddoe: You've only been out of it what, six months?
Kyle: It's not like slipping on a shirt, man! There's a process involved!
Geddoe: I would imagine so. Mine's simple and it still takes me a few minutes to get in and out of. *folds his arms over the leather*
Kyle: Well, I'll have to put this in my room. Bern wants to give me a personal checkup to make sure I'm good for the tournament. *winks*
Geddoe: *eyeroll* I don't want to hear any of the details, thanks. You'd better have that armor on when you fight, though. I've seen who you're up against.
Kyle: *mock pout* But Geddoe! You told everyone all about our personal details! I thought the least I could do was share.~
Geddoe: *smacks him across the arm*
Kyle: Ow, dammit, that hurt! *obviously has reached Geddoe's limit for tolerance* Fine, fine, I'm hauling. Skald isn't going to be a pushover, so I'm glad to have the armor.
Geddoe: Are you as bothered by the match-up as Bernadette seems to be?
Kyle: *he pauses* I'm not gonna whup on her, so that won't be a problem. For Skald though...it's kinda like some weird test. Like, maybe he would have tried to suss me out anyway.
Geddoe: I don't know hardly anything about the man, except that he's loud and outgoing. Is he the protective type, or what?
Kyle: Bern tells me he's real eccentric. He's Ferid's dad, so I kinda get the random bit of humor to a point, but I think Skald might be worse.
Geddoe: Oh right. I hadn't made the connection. I suppose then he can't be all bad.
Kyle: It's all in the eyebrows. *nods* He probably isn't but since I'm seeing his daughter, father automatically get loopy. Having, ah, had my fair share of ladies, I've seen it before.
Geddoe: Point taken. But that's the risk you take, I guess. Meeting the family. *sobers a little*
Kyle: *sighs* True. Man, I must really like Bern if I'm going to seriously put up with her dad.
Geddoe: What, you weren't sure about that?
Kyle: Honestly? No. Now that my fears aren't distracting me anymore, I can look at that a little clearer.
Kyle: I'm not sure what I'm going by, but I want to treat her right and respectful.
Kyle: And not how I would usually be with women. So it's like I'm sailing blind.
Geddoe: Join the club. Sailing blind seems to be working for me, so maybe it'll do the same for you.
Kyle: I hope so. I owe so much to her, helping me get healed and being with me. *he can't see himself, but when he talks about Bern, he gets a soft look on his face*
Geddoe: *sly look* Yeah, you've got it bad.
Kyle: *blinks* What?
Geddoe: *chuckles* Nothing. Be good to her, though. The last time someone broke her heart, I ended up with a Falenan Queen mad at me for six months.
Kyle: Wait. Lym was mad at you?!
Geddoe: Yeah. I was the reason Sigurd...was not with Bernadette, after all.
Kyle: And Bern's her aunt and...*winces* ...oooooh.
Geddoe: *slow, obvious nod*
Kyle: Well, of course I'll be good. I'm going to be WORKING for her. She'd probably murder me if I did something stupid to Bern!
Geddoe: Ah, right. Back to the knighthood means back to the Queen's service. She'll keep you in line, I'm sure.
Kyle: At least until either Ferid or the prince return. *nod*
Geddoe: I hope they do. I haven't gotten to know them anywhere near as well as I have you. *slight smile* I'm glad, though. As much as it might have been interesting to take you into the 12th unit, you deserve better than being a mercenary.
Kyle: Yeah, I thought about it, but the place I really want to serve is my homeland and the best way to do that is by being a Queen's Knight. Sorry, old man.
Geddoe: No need to apologize. A man fits where he fits. You aren't me, after all.
Kyle: 'Strue. Well, I'll be takin' this with me. Tell Sigurd I hope he's feeling better, okay?
Geddoe: *nod* I will. We'll all get together for a drink when he's feeling up for it.
Kyle: *grins* You got it. Later!