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When; Morning, July 17th
Rating; G?
Characters; Guy Cecil and anyone in the household who wants to have a thread. Or anyone who wants to crash breakfast I guess.
Summary; Guy made a trade with the deities, the first real day of his loss is bound to be a bit interesting. Of course lies are the best way to cover up sudden attacks of extreme clumsiness.
Log; It was really strange, lacking depth perception. More disorienting than Guy had expected--it kind of crept up on you. Yesterday evening it'd been weird, given him a headache, he'd gone to bed early, actually ended up stumbling a few times on the way home, on the stairs, but he'd been alone and managed to navigate carefully. This morning he was going to have to act like he was fine, though he had an excuse prepared. Having such a large blind spot was disconcerting him as well. During his morning ritual of shower and dressing and all of that he kept raising his hand to touch his left eye--he'd ended up poking it a few times.

But just... Not having sight in one eye was going to be weird for a while. Three months. He kept having to remind himself months were so short here, it wouldn't seem that long.

The trick would be to get through it without being noticed, and that meant lying (something he was good at) and evading (something he was better at). The last would be acting, and if he could sell it, he'd be home free. Convincing Luke and Florian of course wouldn't be hard, they'd believe anything he told them. And Asch... Probably would too. Shing an Anise... Well. The trick was being casual, and Guy was good at that. Hell most of them would probably be distracted by the weekend's current curse, and he'd be left alone about it.

So, there he was making breakfast, a gauze pad taped over his left eye--purely for show. His eye looked fine, underneath it, but it'd lend some credence to the story he planned to tell. Something lame and innocuous enough that as soon as he presented it, he expected it to be dismissed as uninteresting. And it would explain his clumsiness for a few days. With any luck he'd master his balance enough to hide it better after that, and the headache that had persisted since last night would fade, and the three months would fly by. And with luck he wouldn't have to fight seriously until he had his full vision back. And while he was relying on luck, maybe a brand new fon machine would fall into his lap...

Too busy musing, he misjudged the distance to the counter, dropping the bowl of pancake batter and shattering it on the kitchen floor. "...Shoot!" He was going to have to remember to focus more on his physical location in relation to everything.

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Not exactly crashing breakfast. Just a friendly neighborhood visit. And there should be a knock, knock, knocking on your front door, Guy.

It wasn't incredibly early when he stopped by. There were enough people living in the apartment that he didn't want to disturb any of the late risers. He knew of three at least living there. No, there were four, weren't there? After knocking, Yeager leaned his back against the door frame with a box tucked under his arm. He flattened the piece of paper across the top surface as he waited. He could have sent a message beforehand, but that would ruin the surprise. And besides, he didn't need a little device to have a record of everywhere he went.

Amazingly Guy didn't run into anything on his way to the door. The door itself though... He knocked his toe and knuckles against it accidentally before he found the doorknob and opened it up, raising an eyebrow in pleased enough surprise at seeing Yeager there. Not the most usual occurrence, but company wasn't bad. Though he wished the timing was a little better...

"Hey! Good morning." A curious note to his voice, but he'd ask what Yeager was there for after the pleasantries. "Want to come in? You're in time for late breakfast if you're hungry."

"Guten tag. I was hoping to catch you zis morning." Yeager stepped passed the threshold shutting the door behind him. "But I will have to pass on ze breakfast."

He doesn't make a motion towards Guy's cyclops appearance, but not mentioning it at all would be odd since the gauze wasn't exactly discrete. "Oh dear, did you get too close to ze other citizens when ze fists were flying everywhere? Going out into ze crowds was dangerous indeed." Which he knew couldn't be the case because that event was over a week ago if not more.

Guy laughed, shaking his head and turning to navigate back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up some and start on omelettes. "Nah. Well..." Yes, he had been punched a few times, but Flynn had healed him. "Nothing that exciting. Allergies. Can I get you some coffee?"

He kept his concentration on what he was doing, still curious about Yeager's visit, but he figured the man would get to the point soon enough.

Allergies? But Yeager took the reasoning with a smile as he watched Guy navigate the room being a busybody. He nodded at the offer of coffee. "Zat would be nice, ja, but oh, my, shouldn't ze others be waiting on you in your poor condition?"

The shattered bowl on the floor only reinforced the statement.

"Terribly sorry for ze trouble, but I should get to ze point of my visit, ja. I was wundering if you had a place zat was secluded, out of ze reach of small children, and a bit damp to store an item. Zere is a bit of a bustle about, and I can't store zis at my place currently."

Luke was surprised that he was able to sleep in so late. It was rare for him to get a decent night's sleep anymore, and there was always a lot to do; he usually woke up wide awake at some hour of the morning and was too hot to go back to sleep. Some noise in the kitchen had disturbed him, but not enough to launch him into wakefulness, and he felt more exhausted than rested.

He was conscious now of how hungry he was. He shuffled through the living room toward the kitchen, bleary-eyed, a hand curled into his hair.

Guy was cleaning up the mess carefully, tossing the shards of ceramic into the trash and wiping up the batter. At the sound of Luke's shuffled footsteps he raised a hand in greeting, and finished cleaning up. "Morning." He didn't look to see who he was, just dropped the rag into the sink and rinsed his hands.

"Coffee or tea?"

The redhead simply stared for a minute in silence. Accidents happened, especially when Luke was in the kitchen. But this was different. Something felt off, and his suspicions were only confirmed when he saw Guy.

"... What happened to your face?"

He wasn't panicking, merely curious. Without being on the run constantly like they had been on Auldrant, the risk for injury went way down.