paixaorpg | It Always Comes Down to Pudding [Completed]

Character(s): Laharl and Flonne
Content: The trio is back down to a duo, due to an off-screen fight between Etna and Laharl.
Setting: One of the Actua Are hotels... prolly one nearest Niflheim.
Time: Uh. Mid-day? Back-dated to week 16 to fill in some time here. ^^;
Warnings: Nothing but a grumpy Overlord.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. Stupid Etna! Stupid Etna and her stupid pudding. It started this whole thing, and now he was down a vassal and grumpy as all hell. Although, a bit of regret had already started to set in. The last time Etna had gone off on her own, it hadn't turned out very well, had it? Now she'd run off again, and it was partially his fault. of course, it wasn't all his fault. She'd just had to bring up that stupid pudding. Couldn't she let it drop already? Of course, he'd gone and said he didn't need her... ugh.

Well, whatever. At least Larxene might not know Etna was here. Laharl hadn't even realized till she'd appeared while he was fighting Urd. Actually, now that he thought of it, when was the last time he'd heard from Larxene? She'd been... weirdly silent. Too silent. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing or something to worry about.

Well, it wasn't like Etna couldn't look after herself usually, although there was something about her that had been bugging him, but he still hadn't been able to put a finger on it.

Gah, it was probably nothing, Laharl decided, looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room, where he was flopped on the bed, a scowl on his face. She could go sulk around till she decided to come back and apologize. Laharl wasn't going to even consider it until she did, since she started it. Yeah.

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Flonne, blissfully unaware of anything that had transpired, entered the room with a burst of energy. "Laharl-san!" she exclaimed, dumping the load of bejeweled flora on to the bed (and thus on Laharl). "Look at what I found! Aren't they pretty?" She crawled on to the bed as well, kneeling as she picked and sorted through the pile. "Look, this one has tiny little pearls in the center! And this one is supposed to be a rose, I think...but it's made entirely out of this shimmery metal, isn't it amazing? I wonder what it's all for?" The fallen angel had been busy exploring and collecting the flowers and plants all day, apparently. As she rambled on, she was oblivious to anything the Overlord might be feeling...other than complete admiration for the beautiful bounty she collected, of course.

Laharl's scowl increased and he twitched with annoyance as he felt himself being poked with whatever the heck Flonne had just dumped on him. Lifting his head, his expression turned exasperated as she babbled on, apparently completely obvious to the fact he was currently in no mood for this. He didn't care about real flowers, much less fake ones.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Get those off me and off the damn bed," he responded grouchily. Damn Love Freak...

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Flonne asked, scooping the flowers away from him but showing no signs of getting off the bed. "You've been here for a long time, right? What are they for?" She paused for a moment, tilting her head as she carefully considered Laharl's expression...or what she could make of it, since he wasn't looking at her.

She frowned, scooting a bit closer. "What's wrong, Laharl-san? Do you feel okay?" She reached out and placed her hand on his forehead, placing her other hand against her own to compare temperatures. He felt fine, anyway...

"I'm not sick, you idiot," Laharl responded, pushing her hand away from his forehead. It was extremely obvious what was wrong with him, why he needed to actually tell her was beyond him. "I'm pissed off!"

Completely ignoring her other questions, since he really did not care about the stupid fake flowers, he sat up and made a gesture to the room itself. "Haven't you even noticed what's missing in here?"

The fact Etna wasn't here he would have thought was pretty obvious, but this was Flonne.

In Flonne's opinion, there was a lot that was missing in the room. Some nice curtains, for one. Maybe some real flowers and a cheery painting to brighten the place up. And she really missed television more than she thought she would...

She blinked suddenly, glancing around. "Oh, wait a minute. Where's Etna-san?" She glanced back at Laharl, eyes widening. "Is she okay? What happened?" Alarm was creeping into her voice.

"Pudding happened, that's what," he grumbled, sitting up and hopping from the bed, pacing back and forth a couple times. "Her and that DAMN pudding! I'll take that pudding and shove it down her--"

Laharl cut off, and just growled, pacing once more before coming to a stop at the window. Of course, he didn't explain that the fight had gotten worse than that, but it probably was pretty obvious their fight had clearly exploded. "She left, and we're leaving too. It's time we got the hell out of here anyways. I want to see that island place for myself."

...oh. Flonne sighed quietly, watching Laharl pace with a mix of worry and disappointment on her face. "You had a fight already..." she said softly, folding her hands in her lap. "We'll go, Laharl-san, but...we should really find Etna-san. Didn't you tell me she'd been missing for a long time before? Do you really want to be apart from her again so soon?" She pushed off the bed as well, heavy blonde locks swaying behind her with the motion. "What if something bad happens to her while you're fighting each other?"

Laharl couldn't help but cringe as Flonne so unknowingly hit a chord, that made his anger quickly deflate. Flonne nor Etna knew anything about the last time he'd seen either of them. Flonne had been still, in ways, recovering from her own ordeal with the Organization and Etna... the last time he'd seen her she'd helped her to the hospital, a wound to her stomach bleeding.

Clenching and unclenching his hands a few times, Laharl turned away from Flonne, seemingly staring out the window.

He didn't really want to be angry at her, and he really didn't want something bad to happen to her, or Flonne for that matter, again.

Dammit.

Laharl opened his mouth to say something, some excuse... something! But he just couldn't answer her. He couldn't bring himself to lie, but his pride still kept him from feeling willing to admit the truth. Even if he didn't want to be angry at Etna, he still was.

Flonne watched Laharl's profile for a moment, gaze steady and gentle. She knew he cared about Etna even if he'd never admit to it...and she was certain Etna cared for him. Usually, them butting heads was just how they dealt with that affection, but apparently this time, a line had been crossed. She smiled softly -- as long as that affection was still there, no fight couldn't be fixed, no problem would be insurmountable.

She stepped up to Laharl and gave him her brightest smile, holding out her hand. "Let's go find her, Laharl-san! I'll buy her a big bowl of ice cream, okay?"

Slowly Laharl turned to Flonne, expression softening a bit. He wasn't sure he was ready to do any apologizing, but... Dammit. Maybe they really should go after her. Even if he was angry at her, letting her go on her own wasn't the best of ideas. Not to mention he still wanted to figure out what was off about her.

Meeting Flonne's gaze for a brief moment, he quickly looked away, looking at her hand instead. Why did she have to smile at him like that? Staring at the offered hand he almost, ALMOST, thought about reaching for it, but instead folded his arms across his chest.

"Hm, no. Ice cream isn't good enough. I'll get her something," Laharl replied, starting to walk past her to the door. "It needs to be ridiculously sweet..."

If Flonne was bothered by Laharl's refusal to take her hand, she didn't show it. Instead clasped her hands together and nodded. "Yes, Laharl-san!" As he walked by her, she skipped after him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and hugging him briefly. He had to be rewarded for this good behavior after all! Before he could swat her away, though, she'd already let go, laughing lightly. "I think I saw a really nice looking pastry shop while I was out! Maybe they have something super sweet!" She winked as she walked backwards in front of him, holding up a finger. "I might want to get something too, you know?"

Laharl stiffened at the sudden contact, his face turning bright red as he realized her arms were around him, but before he could complain and shove her away, she was already gone. Recovering as quickly as he could as she was now looking straight at him he promptly spoke up, trying to not think of what had just occurred.

"A pastry shop? Fine. Show me," he replied. He had a good idea of the sort of dessert that would soothe Etna's anger.

Not that he was going to give it to her right away, of course. She owed him still some sort of apology.

It Always Comes Down to Pudding [Completed]

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