Sunday January 4th 2009
Who: Lyle and Nox What: Getting yelled at When: Late afternoon Where: Lyle's apartment Rating: PG 13 (pretty lame for a fight) Note: Aimscene
Nox didn't feel like himself, but it took time to realize why. The brownies. Lyle put something in them, most likely marijuana. Being a retired cop, he was familiar with drug reactions. Furious, Nox went down the hall and banged on Lyle's door.
The visit wasn't unexpected, and Lyle had to take a moment to supress his grin before he answered the door. He was only in jeans and his college tee shirt, because he'd just been lounging about today. Quirking an inquisitive eyebrow, he looked at Nox, waiting for the explosion but seeming perfectly innocent. For the moment.
"You fed me pot!" yelled Nox, and yelling wasn't something he normally did. "Unacceptable!"
Oh God, there was yelling! Nox looked totally pissed. Lyle's casual demeanor cracked, and he started giggling, though he kept his mouth clamped shut to try and at least seem like he wasn't as amused as he really was. Stepping aside, he motioned for Nox to come into his apartment. He could yell in private.
Nox actually stormed in. He was surprised at his anger, because most people reacted in a more relaxed way when under the influence of marijuana. Perhaps it had a different reaction in demons.
Perhaps Nox wasn't stoned enough yet. Lyle shut the door carefully, motioning to the couch for Nox to sit, while Lyle himself plunked himself down cross legged on the chair. Leaning back, he crossed his arms over his chest, getting himself comfortable for a good yelling.
"Have you nothing to say for yourself? An apology? Something! I was kind to you and you drug me as thanks?"
There was a lot that Lyle had to say, but he would have had to stop laughing to speak, even if he was going to speak. This was too amusing. Nox was stoned! Clearly it wasn't a great reaction to the drug just yet, but maybe it would get better when he was less miffed. Grabbing a notepad from the table by the chair, Lyle jotted down a message, one that would probably make Nox even madder.
[How do you feel?]
Nox took the note pad, read the message, then threw it across the room. "Violated!"
Lyle knew he should have been sorry, or remoreseful, or even a little scared that Nox was reacting this way. But he couldn't stop laughing. Covering his mouth with one hand, he waved toward the couch, silently telling Nox to sit.
"I will NOT sit! And you are going to speak. Explain yourself immediately."
Looking like Nox was the one at fault here, Lyle pointed at the notepad that had been chucked across the room, then shrugged. How did Nox expect him to respond when his communication system had literally been tossed aside?
"There's nothing wrong with your voice. You don't need a notepad. Speak, dammit!" Nox rarely swore, but he was furious. He thought he had made progress with Lyle, and built some trust there, but he felt betrayed right now.
Nox was furious, but Lyle was stubborn. His laughter subsided, mostly, though he was still amused as hell. But he didn't say anything. Instead he just looked at Nox, both eyebrows raised slightly, as though maybe the demon were crazy for implying he was supposed to be talking.
"I can't trust you. Don't come to me the next time you're in trouble." It went against what Nox had told Lyle the other day, but Nox was pissed. He'd been nice to Lyle, gone out of his way to help the guy. For what? Nothing.
Nodding, Lyle shrugged a little, untucking his feet and standing. Nox wasn't willing to listen unless Lyle spoke, and Lyle wasn't going to speak. But Nox really needed to calm the hell down or he was going to pop a blood vessel or something. Walking over to him, Lyle stood toe to toe, looking into his eyes. And nodded toward the couch.
Nox actually felt inclined to shove Lyle, but he didn't. After a moment's hesitation, he sat on the couch, looking grumpy and uncomfortable.
Well, that was better. Going to retrieve his notepad, Lyle sat down beside Nox and started writing, ignoring the glare he was getting. Nox was getting a goddamn note, and if he didn't feel like readng then he could live in mystery.
[You need to calm the fuck down. You NEVER calm the fuck down. And if you let it, this will help you calm the fuck down. You're too high strung, you need to relax. I felt force was necessary.]
"That's not true! I'm perfectly calm without drugs. I don't need you, of all people, diagnosing and medicating me. I have a happy and fulfilling life. You have a notepad.
Rolling his eyes, Lyle sighed, jotting down again. [You're placid. You're not calm. When was the last time your brain wasn't worrying about something? And during sex does NOT count.]
"I enjoy my classes, I enjoy my free time with Belle and my daughter, and Godric and I go out for drinks occasionally. Don't pretend to know my life, Mr. Majors. You know next to nothing about it. Worrying about you and a handful of other students is not the end all, be all of my existence."
[Why shouldn't I?] came the comeback note. [You sure as hell act like you know my life inside out.]
Nox got to his feet then. "I won't bother you any longer," he said in an annoyed voice that was slightly condescending. "Far be it for me to take an interest out of concern and actually try to help. I'm not the one pretending to be mute because I can't handle my problems."
Well, he had to grant Nox that point. Wagging his head slightly, Lyle chalked up one for the demon. He had never asked Nox to take an invested interest in him, though he was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be hearing from the guy anymore. He almost liked Nox pestering him. Shoulders slumping slightly, looking up at Nox, he offered a small wave.
Lyle's lack of interest or passion was disappointing, but Nox wasn't in his right mind, and didn't feel the desire to stay and fight. Actually, he wanted to cook and eat. Now. He shut the door rather roughly as he left.