Log: Complete

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When: Today, January 26th, Afternoon.

Rating: PG for mild swearing.

Characters: Fakir ( sword_and_quill ) and Rosette ( bound_by_time )

Summary: Wishing to be left alone, Fakir decides to spend the day in his room to think about things. Rosette, however, decides to kick his door, barge in, and demand he buys her ice cream to make up for the "service" of locking him in his room the day before. Unwillingly dragged out and down a flight of stairs backwards, Fakir agrees just to get her to shut up and leave him alone. But things like this can really only get worse...

Log:

Along with an enormous headache brought on by his own rage earlier in the morning, Fakir was feeling downright terrible. He'd begun to get over the fact that he'd acted in abnormal ways he didn't even want to imagine the day before, but after speaking with Hinamori over the journal system, his anger morphed rapidly to an utter disgust with himself. He'd been made to realize he didn't deserve anything he had now. And he'd tried to give the girl advice in her own situation anyway. What the hell was wrong with him?

Rue had come by and opened his door awhile ago. He'd thanked her rather half-heartedly and she'd been on her way. But the ex-knight still didn't bother to leave his room. And now felt even less of a reason to. He didn't want to see anybody now, least of all, Ahiru. Maybe he'd just lock himself in this time. He didn't know what to do anymore.

Rosette closed the large doors of the Opera Abandoned, sighing as she pulled at her habit, stretching a bit, a little depressed with herself. No sign of Chrno. It seemed that he had completely dissapeared from the City, and she wasn't sure if he was ever going to come back.  She tried to locate Joshua even, thinking maybe she could get him alone and talk to him, but the boy had run off as well with some girl named "Valerie". She sighed a bit, stomping up the stairs, still miffed that Fakir had yelled at her, rather then being thankful for keeping him from embarrasing himself across the City. That boy was nothing but a big bundle of annoying misery, she swore. The girl paused at his door, glaring at it half heartedly, before giving it a couple swift, extremely loud kicks, muttering a bit.

Each sudden, rapid kick upon his door made Fakir's head pound painfully. He laid one hand against his forehead, trying to stop the pulsing pain. "...What the hell do you want?" he grumbled out. It had to be Rosette, he wagered. No one else would kick the door. Rue might if she was angry enough, but probably be too worried about hurting her foot or breaking a toenail. Rosette, on the other hand, was probably still very angry with him. Fakir still found it hard to believe she expected him to be thankful. Who would want to get locked up, anyway? ...Okay, so maybe he was guilty of that, too. Just great. Another thing to regret. Maybe he really didn't have a right to be too angry about it, afterall.

"Are you still moping in there?" She asked loudly, arching an eyebrow as she stood outside the door, feeling a bit silly, and a lot like a mother, standing outside yelling to her emo teenage son, talking to Fakir like this. "You know sitting around and beating yourself up doesn't help anything!"

He felt a sudden surge of anger course through his system. How could she possibly know anything of what he was feeling? She didn't know a damn thing about him! "I'm not moping," he bit out. "I've got one hell of a headache and you're making it bloody worse than it already is!"

She rolled her eyes, silently mocking him before she threw open his door, marching over to him and flopping down on his bed, sitting very unlady-like, so that the flap of her dress fell between her legs. "You should probably take some medicine then." She poked his shoulder, purposely annoying him. "You look like hell."

He managed a glare at her as she entered his room without permission, carelessly dropping onto his bed as though it was her room and not his. "Maybe I should," he begrudgingly agreed, ignoring her comment about the way he looked. With each poke to his shoulder, a vein in his forehead clenched uncomfortably. She was trying to irritate him. "Is it commonplace for you to intrude on people without being invited? I don't freaking recall telling you that you could even come in here. I would appreciate it if if you left me alone." He really wasn't in the mood for it. Why did she seem to like pushing his buttons so much?

"Nah." She grinned, "I dont think I will." She stood up, stretching some as she grabbed the back of his collar, all but strangling him as she dragged him out of his chair. "Actually, I think you need to treat me to some ice cream for protecting what was left of your reputation yesterday. Come on."

"What the hell are you doing?" he chocked out, half in panic, half in disbelief. Who in the blazing hell did this girl think she was? She'd locked him in his room yesterday, and now she thought she could push him around when he was in the right mind? "And why the hell should I treat you to ice cream? Apparently I wanted some yesterday and you didn't let my 'happy' self have it!" ...Okay, so that sounded ridiculous and he knew it. A small bit of color crept into his cheeks, but he quickly shook it off. "What is your problem? I gave you space, why the hell won't you give me the same?"

"Just because you're antisocial, doesnt mean I have to be." She huffed, tugging him along, heading down the staircase, still pulling him backwards down them. She honestly was impressed that he hadn't fallen over and broken his neck yet. "Plus, you owe me." She placed her habit back in place with her free hand, taking a breath of the crisp air as they left the Opera House.

"Be social with someone else!" He was really losing his patience with this girl! She was a nun, wasn't she? That's how she dressed. Why the hell was a nun pulling him forcefully down a flight of stairs?! "I don't owe you for locking me in my room!" Upon reaching bottom, he eyed the stretched fabric of his coat sleeve distastefully. Seems she didn't have any respect for people or property. Just freaking great.

When she continued to pull him outside, he finally yanked his captive arm back into his own possession, glaring daggers at the blonde. "Just because I was bendable to will yesterday because of a stupid curse doesn't mean I'm going to put up with you pushing me around! No one pushing me around, dammit!"

"I'm not pushing." She said blatantly, "I'm pulling. Man, you are so grumpy it's not even funny! Look, If you're so against buying me ice cream, I'll get you some." She eyed him, turning some. "Now come on, I'm hungry."

"It's called a bad mood," he corrected with a sneer. "And I have plenty of reason to be in one." It was obvious she wasn't going to let this go without a fight. Normally, he'd be plenty up to the challenge, but he really wasn't feeling as angry as he wanted to be after that guilt-ridden conversation. "Fine. If I buy you some freaking ice cream will you leave me alone?"

She grinned at him, lips pulling up into a smile as she closed her eyes a bit, happily. "Maybe." She grabbed his sleeve again, tugging on him. "Come on, lets get go!" Maybe he wasnt such a grump. And now she could buy as big an ice cream as she wanted.

Fakir's eyes narrowed on the fabric she'd snagged once again. "Not 'maybe'. You will," he said with finality. Shrugging his coat out of her grip a second time, he walked briskly past the blonde, snatching her wrist as he passed an pulling her along, instead. "You don't even know where you're going. I've been to the cafe before, so I know how to get there. No sense in letting you walk around in circles." And with that, he dutifully dragged her forward while thinking clearly of Cafe Juliet. Sure enough, the entrance was in view a few moments later. He might as well just get this over with. The sooner he did, the sooner he'd be done with it and he could finally get the annoying nun out of his hair.

She stumbled at first to catch up with him, as the world sorta pulled around them, like someone had grabbed the background tarp that was the world around them and pulled, shortening their trip to a few moments long. Rosette blinked a bit as the place appeared before them, and she glanced over to her 'friend'. "I would have bene able to get us here." She grumbled, but walked inside the cafe, all too eager to choose the largest concoction of ice cream they had.

"Like hell you would," he replied under his breath, a slight scowl marring his features as he chose a booth, passing by one in particular, before seating himself roughly. Thankfully, he didn't think it would take her long to scarf down a load of ice cream, so they wouldn't be here long. He didn't want to think about the last time he was here. Not now.

Fakir picked up a menu and flipped through it. Honestly, he didn't even feel like having ice cream. Maybe he'd just get something else.

"Thanks!" Rosette grinned at the cafe worker, taking the large bowl of ice cream from the counter and set it on the table that Fakir sat at. She flopped down, sighing as she grinned, pulling the cherry off the top of the jumbo banana split, and popped it in her mouth. "Your not going to have any Fakir? you know Ice cream's proven to lift your mood." She spun out of nowhere, swirling her spoon around

His eyes couldn't help but widen, before returning to their narrowed state. ....Banana split. A big one. Was she purposely channeling Ahiru to make him feel worse than he already did? Fakir half-heartedly sipped on his own milkshake. "I've got ice cream," he grumbled, turning to look out the window. He'd been such a nervous, but happy, wreck the last time he was at this cafe. So vastly different from how he felt now. Rosette was just as cheerful as she had been, too. If not moreso. The deities must have singled him out today for mental torture. As if blurting out his dirty secrets the other day hadn't been bad enough already.

She stared at him, arching an eyebrow as she put down her spoon for a moment, reaching out and grabbing his cheeks mid slurp of his milkshake, pulling his lips up into an almost painful smile, her blue eyes inspecting him. "There, that looks better. You should try and smile sometime."

He sputtered in surprise. "The hell?!" Smacking her hands away, he rubbed his cheeks, eyes turning to glower at her. "As if I didn't do enough smiling yesterday for a freaking lifetime. Give me a break." He could not figure out what this girl's problem was!

"That wasn't a smile." She pointed out, starting to scoop up her ice cream, stuffing it in her mouth, slurping the cold stuff up. "That was a scream coming from behind convulsing cheek muscles." She pointed out. "You were like a cheer zombie, or maybe like attack of the body snatchers, or something." She swallowed.

"I dont think anyone's ever seen your real smile. Maybe you dont even know what it looks like." She was done with almost a third of the ice cream already, and made a face as a pain shot through her head, cold and frozen. "Ack! Brain Freeze! Auuugh!" She rubbed at her temples.

He grimaced inwardly, really not caring for being reminded of overly-cheerful behavior the day before. "Since when do people smile when they're not happy?" he retorted, pausing to take another brief sip of his milkshake. "And for your infomation, there are a few who have seen my real smile. It's not like I'm incapable of showing it." He rasied an eyebrow at her troubled expression. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to suck down ice cream that quickly?"

She rubbed at her temples, eyes closed tight as she laughed, trying to rub out the freeze. "I'm an orphan." she made a few strange faces, the pain dulling and she reached for the spoon again.

"And I know a lot of people who smile when they're not happy. Chrno and Azmaria used to do it all the time. I'm not saying to not be upset when your upset, but it doesnt do any good to just dwell on the past and things you should have done." Now half of the ice cream was gone, as if she learned nothing from getting brain freeze moments before.

"Expecially if you couldnt control it." She pointed the spoon at him. "I have to say, that must have been embarrasing yesterday. I think I had nightmares after seeing you look like that."

"Join the club," he mumbled in response to her first comment. Another thing he didn't want to think about, but he'd kind of unintentionally brought it up, himself. His eyebrows drew together. "Ahiru does that, too. What's the point in smiling if you're not happy? That would be like the smiles everyone was sporting yesterday. Fake, and nothing more." Fakir lifted the straw up partway from his ice cream before letting it drop back down. "Dwelling on the past isn't good, but facing it is one step closer to overcoming it. You're not going to get anywhere if you simply try to forget about it." He polished off the last of his chocolate milkshake and offered her another glare when she furthered his remembrance of his strange behavior the prior day. "I hope it did give you nightmares. Maybe you'll think twice before doing something like that again. If you didn't like it, you could have bloody well avoided me altogether. I certainly wouldn't have minded."

She shrugged at him. "That would make me a bad friend then." She put down the spoon, looking down at her empty bowl as if almost morning that it was gone. "You dont let your friends run around making fools of themselves."

He paused, half picking his glass off the table top. "You never did answer that. Since when are we friends?" Since when, indeed. Weren't they always at each other's throats, aruging about something or other, ever since the strange girl arrived? He understood even less of her, now. Why was she acting like...her? Some unspoken friendly thing, was it? Hmph. The only way Ahiru had even gotten away with that was because he'd begrudingly placed trust in her. He distrusted this one completely. She acted like she knew things about him when she really didn't. She couldn't possibly understand him. Especially not after barely having known him a week. Maybe friendship came easily with her, but it certainly didn't with him.

"Well let's see." She reached for the straw of his milkshake, stealing a sip. "I appeared here, was absolutely lost, you helped me without asking anything in return, told me what was going on with Chrno, and then when i couldn't find him, you offered me a place to stay. I'd say that's pretty friendly don't you?" She asked, smiling easily at him. "Would you rather me call you an enemy?"

"I was...I was being..." Goddammit, why had he done that, anyway? He carefully averted his eyes out the window. "Well you were lost and I know from experience that this City is quite dangerous. And I already knew your friend had been staying at the Opera House, even if he isn't there now. The least I could do is give you a lead and a place to start. No one likes being stuck here." He'd become a better person than he used to be, but for some reason he still didn't like to admit it. Years of being an asshole really set you into the role and it's not easy to leave it behind. In time, maybe he'd grow used to it. For know, it just felt weird having himself confronted on such a thing. It's not like she'd known him before, anyway. Even when she was in the City previously, they'd never actually spoken. He'd just grumbled about her being loud and obnixious and disturbing his reading time. "I never said I wanted to be enemies, but I'm quite fond of having my own space. You choose to invade that repeatedly and I don't like it."

"Oh, come on. This is far better then you just moping there complaining to yourself that your head hurt." She stated, poking his milkshake. "No one likes to be alone, even if they deny it all their lives."

"Oh?" He couldn't stop the smirk from crossing his features for an instant. "So the real reason for this is that you're lonely, is it?" Still didn't make sense why she'd be forcing him to be social. Afterall, she'd probably get along great with his other friends. Ahiru and Mytho, for certain. Rue...was questionable, but still possible.

"Me?" She laughed, "If I wanted company I could go anywhere. There are plently of friendly people around here." She waved her hand, "Just look at your little girlfriend. I've only heard about her and she seems really nice." She snorted, starting to get stir crazy. "I think you're the one who's lonely, Fakir. Hell, I've only known you for barely a week and I can tell you box yourself up."

"You should go out. make friends." She grinned, "Maybe I should have let you out yesterday, at least then you'd be able to share your misery today."

He stood up abruptly, features set into a very hard and unpleasant expression. "Then go somewhere else. Do you think I look needy or something? I have friends! Just because I don't bloody spend every waking moment with them doesn't mean I'm lonely. Is there a bloody problem with preferring to spend time alone? Maybe I don't like sharing my damn 'misery'. Is that too hard for you to comprehend?"

Hastily, he grabbed his glass and her bowl, heading to the counter to pay for the ice cream. Like he was just going to sit there and take that kind of crap from someone that didn't know a damn thing about him!

"Hey!" Rosette stood up as well, "I was just joking, Fakir!" She huffed, following after him, her fists balled. "HEY!" She grabbed his shoulder, albiet a little roughly, and pushed him back a bit, slapping some cash on the counter. "I'm paying." She said pointedly.

"Then why ask me to pay in the first place?" he returned heatedly, offering a shove from behind in retailiation for hers. "Can't make up your goddamn mind, either!"

Hastily, Fakir made his way to the exit. He had to get out of here. Now. What was he doing agreeing to come here in the first place? He didn't bloody want to be cheered up. He had things he needed to think about. And being here just reminded him of more than he really wanted to dwell on at the moment.

She stumbled as he shoved her, shooting a glare at his back as he marched off, her lips pursing up angrily as she felt a vein pulse at her temple. "You really are a jerk, Fakir! See if I ever try to cheer you up again!" She shouted, now on a rampage. "Bubble headed....tightwad!"

Fakir paused momentarily as she shouted at his back. Yeah, she was right. And maybe he just wasn't ready to fix that yet. "Did I ever deny being a jerk?" he returned lightly. "If you think I'm some kind of lonely guy who just wants friends deep down, you got the wrong impression of me. I have no desire to be 'cheered up' or to 'make 'friends'." And with that, he exited the little coffee shop without another word.

She stared after him, a boiling volcano of anger that finally erupted, letting out a roar of outrage as she flipped the closest table, and stampeded out, ranting about how stuck up bubble-heads needed their egos popped.