Overlord Laharl (
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paixaorpg2010-02-19 10:03 pm
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Character(s): Laharl and Flonne (And Etna is welcome to intrude of course ♥)
Content: Flonne and Laharl finally talk since the cake thing the day after.
Setting: Actua Are near Central Station/Cid's Shop
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None now.
Seeing Flonne return the night before had made him feel bad all over again. Laharl was really not enjoying the guilty feeling gnawing in him all over again, but still he turned a blind eye to it and her. It wasn't easy though. His resolve was already faltering. He never liked to see her unhappy, and now he was being the cause. Still... he had to do this.
Hopefully she'd just get over it and they could move on. At least, that's what he was hoped for. He wanted to get out of the city, after all. Not so much though that he made any rush to get out of bed that morning.
Laharl was still lazing, half awake, in bed, trying to decide if he should get up or try to sleep a little longer. The later was awfully tempting. He wasn't exactly looking forward to waking up and dealing with... whatever was coming. Then again, maybe it would be better to just get it over with?
...Nah.
He rolled over, pulling the covers further over his shoulder, trying to get comfortable again.
Content: Flonne and Laharl finally talk since the cake thing the day after.
Setting: Actua Are near Central Station/Cid's Shop
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None now.
Seeing Flonne return the night before had made him feel bad all over again. Laharl was really not enjoying the guilty feeling gnawing in him all over again, but still he turned a blind eye to it and her. It wasn't easy though. His resolve was already faltering. He never liked to see her unhappy, and now he was being the cause. Still... he had to do this.
Hopefully she'd just get over it and they could move on. At least, that's what he was hoped for. He wanted to get out of the city, after all. Not so much though that he made any rush to get out of bed that morning.
Laharl was still lazing, half awake, in bed, trying to decide if he should get up or try to sleep a little longer. The later was awfully tempting. He wasn't exactly looking forward to waking up and dealing with... whatever was coming. Then again, maybe it would be better to just get it over with?
...Nah.
He rolled over, pulling the covers further over his shoulder, trying to get comfortable again.
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Laharl just... couldn't do this. His resolve was crumbling with every word she spoke. He'd thought it would be better her angry at him, but he just felt bad now. The thought of making her leave now somehow felt like it would hurt more than her disappearing in the first place. How did that work? He had no idea, of course, but he couldn't bring himself to possibly consider telling her to leave.
"Flonne..." he mumbled, as he slowly scooted from the door, to the wall beside it, remaining seated on the floor. He wasn't sure he was ready to face her, but it was no good her standing out there crying either.
"You... stupid Love Freak," Laharl said a little louder, but emotion still lined his voice. She'd gotten to him, very clearly. "...Get in here."