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Meeting Again [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Rosette
Content: The two have a small conversation sometime just after the resistance meeting.
Setting: \O_o/
Time: Night
Warnings: None presently.

When the meeting wrapped up and people started to talk to eachother, Laharl couldn't help but notice the girl who'd been in the cell next to him who'd helped him... Rosette.

She caught his gaze, and he found himself glancing to a quiet corner then back to her, questionly. He felt like he wanted to talk to her. Seeming to get an agreement, he turned to Flonne telling her he'd just be in the corner, and so she could do whatever. Talk to people or something.

That done, he left Flonne's side, moving to the corner and stood there, arms as always folded against his chest, waiting for Rosette to come over. When she was close enough Laharl started to speak.

"...Hey."

Well, that was a great start. It felt kinda strange and awkward, but, well, anyways. He now had a better chance to look at her. Everything was kind of fuzzy after all. She seemed alright, all things considered. He'd had no idea what they'd done to her, although could certainly guess it was similar to his treatment.

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Rosette didn't really know what she'd been expecting from this meeting, but whatever it had been, it certainly hadn't included seeing Laharl again. She knew he was doing better, at least - she'd chatted with him over the journals - but somehow she hadn't thought he'd be here in person.

She caught his gaze and nodded when he gestured to the corner. "I'll be right over there," she told Chrno quietly, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder (that had been for her benefit as much as his - there was no way she was letting him out of her sight, not with rumors of disappearances and the Organization everywhere) before heading to meet Laharl.

"Hey," she replied quietly, leaning against the wall and finally getting a good look at him. He looked better than she felt (which wasn't saying much, considering how she was feeling), and it looked like his arm was completely fine. Part of her knew she should probably be shocked by that, and the rest of her very much was not. After all, who knew what could happen in this city?

"Nice to see you on your feet." Just as awkward as the greeting had been, but at least it filled the gap in the conversation.

Laharl shifted from one foot to the other as she seemed to be looking at him, his scarf shifting on it's own at his movement.

"Oh... yeah, Flonne's magic fixed me right up," he replied, after a moment's pause.

There was another long stretch of silence as he tried to figure out what to say, well, other than what he'd been thinking about saying in the first place. Nothing seemed to be coming to mind though. Damnit. Well, might as well cut to the chase.

"O-Oi... look, I... I just wanted to say... not that I make a habit of it but," he paused a moment before finishing what he was saying, his voice going quieter and almost slightly softer. "...Thanks, for helping me out back... there."

Rosette wasn't surprised at the mention of magic - after all, she'd seen people with healing powers before. Grown up with one, in fact. "Is she the one that came in with you?" It was an idle question whose answer she already knew - she did read the message board, after all. A post that big was hard to miss.

She stayed quiet as Laharl started to speak again - it was obvious from his hesitation that he was having a tough time trying to say whatever it was he wanted to tell her. "I...didn't really do anything..." she replied quietly, looking down, almost embarassed. She'd just wrapped his arm - she hated seeing anyone hurt, especially a kid, and...she couldn't explain it, she just didn't want him to be hurt, not in that situation.

"But..." She hesitated, then reached over and gently laid her hand on his shoulder, managing a tiny smile - they were both doing better, at least. That was something. "You're welcome."

"Oh, yeah... that's Flonne," he answered, giving a slight nod in the Fallen Angel's direction.

If she was embarrased, imagine him? Admitting someone had helped him at all was hard enough for him, but the fact of the matter was, she had kind of helped during a really... bad moment for him. He'd never felt so... helpless and... emotionally exposed. She'd unintentionally helped him pull himself somewhat together again, not to mention the whole helping him to stop bleeding thing.

"Mn..." was his only reply, as he looked away kind of embarrased but had briefly managed a twitch of a smile before the apparent uncomfortable-ness had set in.

Rosette followed the direction of Laharl's nod until she caught sight of Flonne, then gave her own wordless nod. Yeah, she wasn't easy to miss.

She'd looked back in time to see the smile, though. It sure hadn't lasted long, but it had been there, and that was enough. He looked embarassed now, though, so she took her hand off his shoulder. He said he didn't thank people often, and he probably smiled even less...well. She wouldn't tell anybody if he wouldn't. It sure wouldn't stop her from smiling, though.

"So," she said lightly after a few seconds of silence, trying to dispel the apparent uncomfortableness that seemed to have settled over Laharl. "Overlord, huh?"

"Oh... heh, yeah," he said, with a nod. Right, he didn't mention that at all during their kidnapping. It had been the first time he'd ever felt like his title meant nothing. It hadn't been a pleasant feeling.

"Supreme Overlord of the Netherworld, to be exact," he added.

Rosette tried hard, and failed, not to smile at the clarification. Laharl sounded so proud of it, like a little kid showing off his latest crayon scribble.

"Supreme Overlord," she repeated with an air of surprise. "Well I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I had no idea I was talking to royalty." She was ribbing him, sure, but it was with a smile.

"Oi, I'm not joking," Laharl replied, looking a bit annoyed, not realizing right off it was only meant to be a light rib. He took his title seriously and was very proud of it.

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"And I was," Rosette laughed, reaching over to lightly ruffle Laharl's hair. "Lighten up a little."

Laharl jerked a bit at having his hair ruffled, and tried to dodge out from under it as quick as he could before too much damage was done. No one had ever dared mess with his hair. Who did this girl think she was?

Grumbling when he'd gotten away from her hand, he attempted to smooth his blue locks back down with his hand. "Whatever..." he mumbled grumpily in reply.

Edited 2008-03-27 21:07 (UTC)

Hunh. Looked like Laharl didn't like having his hair messed with. This, of course, made Rosette want to mess with it even more.

"Oh, come on," she grinned as he tried to smooth down his hair. "What part of 'lighten up' didn't you get?" And with that she made a grab for him with every intent to noogie him should she be successful.

Distracted with the whole fixing his hair thing, Laharl didn't expect to be suddenly grabbed, much less have a fist drilling into his head. Letting out a loud yelp, he flailed around as he spazzed, and started prying at her arm the best he could, but he suddenly wasn't feeling so good. Rosette was no skinny flatchest, so the Overlord felt more than a little uncomfortable at being caught in her clutches.

"L-LET ME GO!"

Edited 2008-04-01 23:04 (UTC)

Rosette laughed, tightening her hold on him. If this was the only way to break him out of that grumpy shell of his, then hey, she had no problem with it. Although she had no idea he wasn't feeling well (even though she'd still be doing this even if she had known of his weakness beforehand). "No," she replied smugly, "I don't think I will."

Oh geez, what?! Why he was gonna..!!! Ugh... oh hell he was starting to feel nauseous. He started squirming harder, but quickly started slowing down. "Argh, damnit.. just... let go already, damn you!!!" Laharl grumbled, not ready to admit the effect she was having on him, even if it was starting to become apparent.

Rosette grinned at Laharl's reaction. She hadn't had somebody fight back against her when she noogied them in forever, and she was having fun.

Until Laharl started slowing down, that was. Either something was wrong, or he was waiting for her to let down her guard so he could break out. Either way, she wasn't taking chances - she pulled him closer, tightening her grip around him, and looked down at him. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

He shuddered as he was pulled even closer. He could feel them pressing against his head... "Urrgh..." he groaned, as he felt himself getting weaker. Damn this weakness. He had to figure out a way to get over it one day. Somehow. It wasn't happening today, however.

"O-obviously not! Let. Me. GO!" Laharl hissed sounding extreme pissed off now and woozy.

Okay, Laharl definitely wasn't sounding good. For the life of her, Rosette couldn't figure out what had happened to him, but maybe it was time to calm down.

She let go of him and moved a step back, putting a hand on his shoulder and bending down to be at eye level with him. "What happened?"

And then she was gone. He gasped in air then let it out, almost like he'd been strangled and suddenly released. Laharl glanced at her one moment then was shoving her hand away and backing up the next. He turned away, shuddering more, grasping the nearest chair's back, to lean against. He was never going to get within grabbing distance of Rosette EVER AGAIN.

After a moment of groaning, he glanced over his shoulder at her, "Never do that, ever again, ever, damnit. You.. you keep a three foot radius from me, got it?"

Whoa. Evidently Zero to Freakout was Laharl's top speed. Rosette sure hadn't been expecting him to react like that.

She couldn't say she was entirely happy with it, either. What was his problem? She just wanted to know what was wrong, jeez.

"Oh really." She stalked up behind him, hands on her hips, more than a little irked. "What's your problem, kid? You allergic to noogies or something?"

"My problem? My problem is you being way too damn clo--AH! Why are you behind me!?" he yelped, backing away again, looking even more pissed off.

"L-look... don't tell ANYONE THIS..." he started, pausing to glance around and make sure no one was in earshot. The LAST thing he needed was for this to become public knowledge.

"I-I can't stand sexy women bodies," Laharl muttered hesitantly, looking away again, still looking extremely uncomfortable. Yes, while Rosette wasn't exactly sexy, she had enough curves that Laharl's weakness had been triggered. "Flatchests like Flonne and Etna are fine, but... you're not flat."

It was a good thing his vassals weren't paying attention, or he would have just got yelled at, but they weren't so it was all good.

Edited 2008-05-05 14:54 (UTC)

"Because you keep running away for no reason," Rosette snapped in response to his question, "and it's really pissing me off."

She blinked, foul mood lessened slightly at the prospect of Laharl sharing a secret. "Okay..."

...she hadn't been expecting that.

No way he had a weakness like that. That was ridiculous. But he'd started looking sick when she- and he- was he calling her-

Had Rosette had a little more energy or been a little less shell shocked, she might have flipped out completely. As it was, she was tired, and this was definitely not the sort of thing one heard every day. Her only reaction was to stare at Laharl in wide-eyed openmouthed disbelief.

"...you've got to be kidding me."

Laharl finally turned his face back towards her to show his annoyed expression at her response. What the...? Why was she looking at him like that? What was so unbelievable about his weakness? He wasn't kidding around here!

"Oi, I'm serious, damnit!" Laharl hissed, glaring for a moment before looking away again to hide the vague signs of rosiness across his cheeks. This never ceased to be embarrassing. It was an annoying weakness he really could do without.

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