Who: Gilbert Nightray and YOU! Where: On the edge of the Shopping and Residential District Style: Third person bracket or prose! Status: Open Backdated: to the morning of the 20th
( Read more... )
It has become a bit of a habit for Leo to head out in the mornings. Even when he's not working. He's not fully sure why, but maybe there's just something oddly refreshing about leaving the house first thing he does after making sure Elliot is alright on his own for a while. It helps... keep his mind clear and his mood... well, better than it could be.
And sometimes he stumbles upon interesting sights like these.
"...master Gilbert?"
Which is a little confusing, but... mostly amused. What in the world?
Swearing, Gilbert loses his grip on his leg and falls back on the pavement with a resounding flup sound. The tar had gotten just about everywhere in his attempt to free himself. How had it done it last night without remembering a thing?
Groaning at the pain and bruised pride, Gil wiped his forehead with a (mostly clean) sleeve, not yet realizing his coat had fallen open again to reveal the long nightgown underneath. How scandalous! But Gil was far beyond any thoughts of scandal as he looks up, tired and incapable of further flustering.
"... Leo. W-what are you doing up so early!"
Eheh... Give him a moment to get his bearings. If Leo was here... Don't tell him Elliot was as well! Okay. Maybe there is room for fluster.
The reply is almost in a complete monotone, as Leo just stares at Gilbert's struggle. He would offer to help if Gilbert didn't seem completely set on fixing it himself.
But at least he doesn't have Elliot with him, Gilbert should soon enough notice.
He stares at the rain clouds for another minute, catching his breath before tentatively sitting up again, holding his head. Too many more knocks and there won't be much left of him.
"Like what?"
Sorry, shouldn't it be obvious he fell into a tar pit?
Comments 5
And sometimes he stumbles upon interesting sights like these.
"...master Gilbert?"
Which is a little confusing, but... mostly amused. What in the world?
Reply
Groaning at the pain and bruised pride, Gil wiped his forehead with a (mostly clean) sleeve, not yet realizing his coat had fallen open again to reveal the long nightgown underneath. How scandalous! But Gil was far beyond any thoughts of scandal as he looks up, tired and incapable of further flustering.
"... Leo. W-what are you doing up so early!"
Eheh... Give him a moment to get his bearings. If Leo was here... Don't tell him Elliot was as well! Okay. Maybe there is room for fluster.
Must.
Get.
Free!
Yank.
Congratulations. Gilbert is now plus one foot.
Reply
The reply is almost in a complete monotone, as Leo just stares at Gilbert's struggle. He would offer to help if Gilbert didn't seem completely set on fixing it himself.
But at least he doesn't have Elliot with him, Gilbert should soon enough notice.
"How did you end up like this?"
Reply
"Like what?"
Sorry, shouldn't it be obvious he fell into a tar pit?
Reply
Leave a comment