pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-13 13:44:00 |
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"Well, hello again, Jerome," Pyr greeted, solemn. "You're not going to poo inside your cubicle right after I'm done cleaning it, like last time, are you?" If chocobos could smirk, then Jerome the chocobo was smirking. He looked at Pyr as if to say, we shall see. "Right," Pyr said. Putting down the bucket in his hand, he opened the door to Jerome's cubicle and led him out from a rope tied to his collar. Cleaning the stables was indisputably the most-hated of chores in the guildhall, and some squires would moan and whine if they were assigned it unless they were also assigned a partner in suffering. Pyr didn't mind being by himself too much; Storm, who had once been regularly assigned to his same chores, was now too busy with his training and Sir Shaw's lessons his schedule didn't match up with Pyr's anymore. And Pyr preferred to work alone to being assigned to Lana, a second-year squire who had worked the stables with him a week ago and told him giving names to the chocobos was weird. Juliette of course was out of the question. He wouldn't have minded doing chores with her, but of course freshly-minted monks had no time for cleaning stables or, indeed, anything or anyone else. Pyr scowled and raked in the soiled bedding more forcefully than necessary. Thinking about Juliette tended to put him in a grumpy mood of late. They were friends, supposedly--but what kind of friend had time only for passing greetings in the hallway and quick meals in the kitchens once in a blue moon? To top it off, he hadn't seen Ari since that day in the Theatre District over a week ago, and she hadn't seemed so cheery then, which was so unlike her it had been nagging at Pyr since. He still wasn't sure how he'd worked up the nerve to hug her--certainly Jerome looked like he had no answers, when Pyr finished cleaning and went to find him again, bucket in hand--but he thought it wouldn't be so bad if he could stop being nervous around Ari and be friends with her, like he was with Juliette. That was when it hit him. As the thought flashed across his mind, he heard the bucket fall to the ground as if it was a sound coming from far away, and it took him a full moment to realize the rope in his other hand was gone, and Jerome was speeding out of the stables, to freedom. "Jerome! Come back, Jerome!" Pyr sprinted after the bird, hoping he could catch Jerome before too many people saw, knowing as he followed the chocobo through the crowded training grounds that the story would be all over the guildhall within the hour. He might have been thankful for the endurance Jareth's training was giving him if his mind hadn't been an endless loop of I have a crush on Juliette. |