[Reading people isn't one of Guy's strengths. He can't scrutinize and break them down like Jade. But if there's anything he's good at, it's tuning into the atmosphere, understanding when to push and when to give. He stares at the other man's back, long and hard.]
What a demanding guest you are. [When someone asks about your planet, what are you supposed to share? Where were you supposed to start?]
It's a planet of humans, and humans make mistakes. It's far from heavenly. But I'm pretty fond of it. [Funny how he can say that now, when he would've celebrated its ruin as a teenager.]
The place I'm from... it's called Malkuth. Do you like the beach?
[Humans make mistakes... He knows that well. It shouldn't be surprising that Guy does too. The man's doubtless been hurt by the fallibility of others as well.
Zelos is so angry. He thought he wouldn't have to do things like this anymore--
Dropping into the chair finally he puts on a thoughtful face.]
The beach, hunh... Nice tans, even nicer curves and really nice... [He glances at Guy as if sizing up just how far to mess with him. It's a gesture only, but even now he oddly wants to keep up the fiction. He's only here for both their amusement.] ...flavored ice!
[The microwave beeps, signalling that the meal's ready. Guy turns to fetch the dish, not even bothering to hide his snort at the response.]
Of course you'd say that. [It's a very Zelos response. He balances the plate on his hand with practiced ease, sets it down with the care of an attentive servant.]
If you stuck around you'd get a tan and some curves yourself. [He smiles.] I've been living in Grand Chokmah for the past two years. It's called the Floating Capitol--the Empire's pride and joy built right on the ocean.
[He gestures.] Waterfalls, all over the place. It's a great place to take a walk around.
Tan yes, curves-- let's not be that close in our relationship.
[He looks at the plate a bit blankly. He's not actually hungry. But he remembers Colette staring blankly for days, no food or water tempting her in the slightest. ...He could be like that too, an inhuman being. If he wanted.
He digs into the food with a savage will.]
Sounds nice. Is that what you do? Sponsor a jogging club?
[Guy eases into the seat across from him, slowly. There's a lot of things he doesn't understand, but he doesn't need to understand.
All he needs to do is to help. So he talks.]
I wish. I served under Emperor Peony for a while. But you got that from my file already, haven't you?
[It's not an accusation. It's just a matter of fact that they both know.] More specifically... I made him attend the meetings he ditched and walked the rappigs.
[He laughs a little.] The illustrious life of a noble.
[Zelos keeps his eyes fixed on his plate at the reminder that Guy knows things even if Zelos doesn't say them. He hates that he feels so threatened by that. When all is said and done he really doesn't know what's on Guy's mind anymore than he does a stranger's.
But he showed up here anyway. What's that say about him?]
[It's not like Zelos to be so subdued. He's still confusing, still a frustration, still something he can't put his finger on, but they've hung around plenty by this point for Guy to begin to pick up on a few things. Zelos Wilder was a flashy show, misdirection packaged in a person. This? This didn't feel it.
Guy leans back in his chair.]
Skirts his duties all the time. Flirts with all kinds of girls. [He sets his hands on the table.] He's like you.
[It's the truth. He's dealt with worse personalities before.]
It was an accident, really. I was asking for an easy job and he made me his rappig walker. I guess it goes to show you've got to be careful when offering help.
[He opens his mouth for some bullshit about getting turned down, looks at Guy, closes it. Hmph.... Now is a really unfortunate time to feel honorable.]
I guess you could say I'm angry. It's an inconvenient experience. Anyway I'm listening, I'm listening. You should tell me more.
[Not entirely honest, but not entirely lies either. He tried...?]
[Leave him to work his way out of his own messes...? He looks down again. What does he expect? It's not as if any of this is something he'd go to his friends with normally. ...In fact he purposely left them out of the loop.
Running his hand through his hair again he stubbornly avoids Guy's gaze.]
Break me out of closets?
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[How to help? How could anyone possibly help? There are no easy answers to the problems in front of him. But that begs the question: what the hell did he even show up here for?
He's quiet for a moment as he tries to think it out. Actually voicing what he wants instead of clandestinely stealing it isn't exactly something he's used to.]
...Help me forget who I am.
[So... He wants to run away. That's why he came. Because he's too cowardly to face himself. He'll return to the black box, but he already did his three for today. Until then... He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to remember it. He wants to forget everything about Zelos Wilder.]
You know if you make friends around here the CDC will use them against you.
[Guy doesn't answer at first. Was that what he was so afraid of? Whatever thoughts were running through his head, he's certain they're tiring.
Quietly:]
Kimlasca and Malkuth frequently fought each other. Relations between them weren't always good. [His file's given most of his past, anyway. All he's doing is elaborating on the skeleton that was already there.] When I moved to Kimlasca, I was essentially entering enemy territory. I didn't think I should waste time making friends.
[He shrugs, lowering his gaze.] I was wrong in the end. People don't work that way. Humans can't stay alone, Zelos. That's just how it is.
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What a demanding guest you are. [When someone asks about your planet, what are you supposed to share? Where were you supposed to start?]
It's a planet of humans, and humans make mistakes. It's far from heavenly. But I'm pretty fond of it. [Funny how he can say that now, when he would've celebrated its ruin as a teenager.]
The place I'm from... it's called Malkuth. Do you like the beach?
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Zelos is so angry. He thought he wouldn't have to do things like this anymore--
Dropping into the chair finally he puts on a thoughtful face.]
The beach, hunh... Nice tans, even nicer curves and really nice... [He glances at Guy as if sizing up just how far to mess with him. It's a gesture only, but even now he oddly wants to keep up the fiction. He's only here for both their amusement.] ...flavored ice!
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Of course you'd say that. [It's a very Zelos response. He balances the plate on his hand with practiced ease, sets it down with the care of an attentive servant.]
If you stuck around you'd get a tan and some curves yourself. [He smiles.] I've been living in Grand Chokmah for the past two years. It's called the Floating Capitol--the Empire's pride and joy built right on the ocean.
[He gestures.] Waterfalls, all over the place. It's a great place to take a walk around.
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[He looks at the plate a bit blankly. He's not actually hungry. But he remembers Colette staring blankly for days, no food or water tempting her in the slightest. ...He could be like that too, an inhuman being. If he wanted.
He digs into the food with a savage will.]
Sounds nice. Is that what you do? Sponsor a jogging club?
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All he needs to do is to help. So he talks.]
I wish. I served under Emperor Peony for a while. But you got that from my file already, haven't you?
[It's not an accusation. It's just a matter of fact that they both know.] More specifically... I made him attend the meetings he ditched and walked the rappigs.
[He laughs a little.] The illustrious life of a noble.
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But he showed up here anyway. What's that say about him?]
What's this emperor guy like?
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Guy leans back in his chair.]
Skirts his duties all the time. Flirts with all kinds of girls. [He sets his hands on the table.] He's like you.
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[It's beginning to become an irony that his personality is apparently so ubiquitous across so many worlds.]
I guess this is really unfortunate for you then~. How'd you end up his babysitter?
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[It's the truth. He's dealt with worse personalities before.]
It was an accident, really. I was asking for an easy job and he made me his rappig walker. I guess it goes to show you've got to be careful when offering help.
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[To what part in specific he'll keep to himself. He finally looks up at Guy though.]
....So you've always been picked on even before you came here, hunh?
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[Or just desperate for redemption, the more callous part of his mind whispers. He focuses on his food again. It's a convenient diversion like that.]
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What's different this time is he's knocking on his head. It's light--he just wants to catch his attention.]
Okay, what's with that look on your face?
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What...kind of question is that?! And don't do that. What am I, some punk kid?
[Touching his head where Guy knocked it. It doesn't hurt obviously. But anything for misdirection.]
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[He's certain he's got a good ballpark guess. That much gave him determination to push onward.]
Anyway, all I'm asking is if something's up. You seem distracted.
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[He opens his mouth for some bullshit about getting turned down, looks at Guy, closes it. Hmph.... Now is a really unfortunate time to feel honorable.]
I guess you could say I'm angry. It's an inconvenient experience. Anyway I'm listening, I'm listening. You should tell me more.
[Not entirely honest, but not entirely lies either. He tried...?]
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You know, if it's eating at you so badly I'd be happy to help out, even if all I can do is listen.
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Knock it off.
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Knock what off?
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Do you have to be so self-sacrificing all the time? You don't have to help everyone, you know. No one's going to hold it against you.
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[Guy's a pushover, sure. And he sometimes gets more involved than he really should at times. But he's someone who can pick and choose his fights.]
I'm being a friend. What do you expect me to do?
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Running his hand through his hair again he stubbornly avoids Guy's gaze.]
Break me out of closets?
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Look... if you want to deal with it on your own, fine. But since you're here, at least give me some idea of how to help.
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He's quiet for a moment as he tries to think it out. Actually voicing what he wants instead of clandestinely stealing it isn't exactly something he's used to.]
...Help me forget who I am.
[So... He wants to run away. That's why he came. Because he's too cowardly to face himself. He'll return to the black box, but he already did his three for today. Until then... He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to remember it. He wants to forget everything about Zelos Wilder.]
You know if you make friends around here the CDC will use them against you.
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Quietly:]
Kimlasca and Malkuth frequently fought each other. Relations between them weren't always good. [His file's given most of his past, anyway. All he's doing is elaborating on the skeleton that was already there.] When I moved to Kimlasca, I was essentially entering enemy territory. I didn't think I should waste time making friends.
[He shrugs, lowering his gaze.] I was wrong in the end. People don't work that way. Humans can't stay alone, Zelos. That's just how it is.
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