Ah ha ha ha~! Oh, how delightful, the King of Boos has finally noticed me! Greetings to you. I’m honored to be made aquainted, finally.
Do pray, we carry on conversations a plenty~
Dimentio looks down for a moment, collecting his thoughts, mostly not wanting to come off as too trite or not caring enough..then, however, he was a bit alarmed that the other was still thinking about that, even though they’ve reconciled before, and again, and again..
Would a long, driven speech do to calm his nerves? ..obviously that would be very tiresome and take away time from working on his own projects in the other room. Yes means ‘yes’, and No means ‘no’. They’ve discussed before, briefly, and when he was in a more lucid state, that was efficient.
“No..no need to apologize,” he chuckles, hugging him back in a bit of relief, very glad to see that somewhat goofy smile of his appear back on Mr. L’s face.
After a moment or so, he lets go of him, sparing a moment to look up at him again..and immediately thinks of leaving and going back to his work, but decides against it. Right then, anyway.
”..ah, by any chance do you need anything? Water perhaps?” ‘So that when this is all over, I won’t have to hear you moaning about headaches and such’ the jester adds, to himself of course. After that, he could /finally/ return without much interruptions.
At the moment, he wished that the thief was lucid enough to help him out or go look for information..but, hey, Adolf Hitler wanted Russia a certain time ago, but people don’t always get what they wish for.
//Do it, I dare you
For a moment, Dimentio just stares, wanting to break into laughter at the absurdity of the thief’s behavior. /Christ/, was he really being serious?
The jester’s frown then disappears, realizing that, in fact, the one and only green thunder wasn’t bluffing. ‘Well, this…For a split moment, his violet and golden eyes widen in a state of shock..in such a delirious state, he shouldn’t be taking his roommate’s worries too seriously, but..even then..
The jester can only sigh and cover his face with a hand. Quickly he shakes his head, “You’re obviously having..hallucinations of some sort—L, I’m not going to get rid of you, dear Grambi.”
He then floats over the bed, in front of him and crosses his legs in mid-air. Dimentio sees him recoil slightly, and in response, he gives up and ssits down normally. “I was in my room the /entire time/ doing a bit of research—”
He then catches the smallest glimpse of tears about to fall, and unexpectedly laughs in disbelief, “Are you about to cry?? Almighty, get a grip my dear man! Your worries are just a result of an active imagination, do calm down,” the jester chuckles.Mr. L blinks a bit, quickly wiping at his eyes. He then sighs and looks away from him again, bringing his knees to his chest. He scoots a little bit away from him, not much, but putting a little bit more space between them. “But… But it sounded so real… And serious…” He points out softly. The bandit then looks back at the other, his grey eyes showing confusion and conflicted emotions at that point. He wasn’t sure what to believe now… He wanted to believe Dimentio, but he wasn’t sure if he should.
“… But you did try to get rid of me before. Why not now?” He then adds in suddenly, looking Ito his mix-matched eyes seriously. It was then that it was not obvious that he was still in his more delirious loopy whatever state. “I only get in your way and become a pain in the ass, don’t I? Why keep me around? You could easily get rid of me now.”
Dimentio looks down for a moment, collecting his thoughts, mostly not wanting to come off as too trite or not caring enough..then, however, he was a bit alarmed that the other was still thinking about that, even though they’ve reconciled before, and again, and again..
Would a long, driven speech do to calm his nerves? ..obviously that would be very tiresome and take away time from working on his own projects in the other room. Yes means ‘yes’, and No means ‘no’. They’ve discussed before, briefly, and when he was in a more lucid state, that was efficient.
“Of course not, I don’t do things without a reason to, L.” he sighs, finally, lifting his head again. “Plus, wouldn’t want to.”
Honestly that isn’t too assuring, he thinks, but again..he already promised to keep him out of his own affairs and to stay true to his word regarding their newly defined relationship. That was enough for him, so it should be fine.
The jester gives him a bright smile, wanting the other to come out of his defense and open up again. “Do not think I’d do anything, I need a bit of company, no matter how much of an arse you are.”
He pauses.
” And, again, you were hallucinating so whatever you /think/ I said most definitely sounded real. ..I wouldn’t use such dry insults with you, Mr. L, you know me better than that!”
For a moment, Dimentio just stares, wanting to break into laughter at the absurdity of the thief’s behavior. /Christ/, was he really being serious?
The jester’s frown then disappears, realizing that, in fact, the one and only green thunder wasn’t bluffing. ‘Well, this…
For a split moment, his violet and golden eyes widen in a state of shock..in such a delirious state, he shouldn’t be taking his roommate’s worries too seriously, but..even then..
The jester can only sigh and cover his face with a hand. Quickly he shakes his head, “You’re obviously having..hallucinations of some sort—L, I’m not going to get rid of you, dear Grambi.”
He then floats over the bed, in front of him and crosses his legs in mid-air. Dimentio sees him recoil slightly, and in response, he gives up and ssits down normally. “I was in my room the /entire time/ doing a bit of research—”
He then catches the smallest glimpse of tears about to fall, and unexpectedly laughs in disbelief, “Are you about to cry?? Almighty, get a grip my dear man! Your worries are just a result of an active imagination, do calm down,” the jester chuckles.
Only a couple of rooms over sat the jester, out of attire in a purple shirt and black slacks, at a makeshift desk, piled with various books and at the moment was buried in a rather thick one. Very faintly, however, he hears the whimpering of a certain roommate through…
For a moment, Dimentio just stares, wanting to break into laughter at the absurdity of the thief’s behavior. /Christ/, was he really being serious?
The jester’s frown then disappears, realizing that, in fact, the one and only green thunder wasn’t bluffing. ‘Well, this is a bit humiliating..’, he thinks to himself, becoming second after second more confused and bewildered by his child-like actions. Mad at him? Well, perhaps he was a bit put off yesterday, but he certainly wasn’t mad..and he hasn’t spoken a word to him since, so what was he upset about, truly?? Pathetic? Weak? Well, this act was, but not him. How stupid was he even to think that?
“L, I haven’t said anything about you..(recently), what are you going on about?” Dimentio asks, pushing the door closed.
Mr. L had no problem with being all happy and cheery, given he was still pretty loopy. He didn’t really remember what happened yesterday, but he faintly remembered Dimentio being there. And that was always nice! He liked having the other around, though before he didn’t really voice that. Maybe he…
Only a couple of rooms over sat the jester, out of attire in a purple shirt and black slacks, at a makeshift desk, piled with various books and at the moment was buried in a rather thick one. Very faintly, however, he hears the whimpering of a certain roommate through the thin walls.
/”Oh, what is it now?!”/ he hisses underneath his breath. Shutting—well, slamming the book shut, he hops from his chair with an apparent aura of annoyance.
He was more than aware of the predicament that the bandit had, in his opinion, allowed himself to get into. His antics and drunken behavior drove him to lock himself inside of his own room until his roommate fell asleep on the stairs the night before. If anything, he didn’t want to clean up another mess.
Huffing, he opens the door and floats out of his room.
Then, he knocks at the bandit’s door..no response, just the continued muffled noise he heard earlier that set him off. “Mr. L, may I come in—”
He was pulling at the doorknob, but finds it to be unlocked. Not caring too much about manners, he then opens the door of the thief’s bedroom.
I just couldn’t resist this one.
i don’t think i’ll get one but okay.
