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Jul. 20th, 2009 01:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaOz was injured.
How was not important, though if one wished to know it was because of a simple mistake. There had been a servant (not Gil) who had waxed the floor and the stairs. Oz had not known, and he had been running through the halls cheerfully after Alice, who had stolen Gil's hat, and Gil, who was running after Alice. Alice had slipped slightly on the freshly waxed floor, skidding a bit past the start of the stairs. Gil had stopped running and started to walk more carefully. Oz, though, kept running so he would be able to catch up.
Of course, he'd slipped. Oz had slipped, slammed into Alice, who had backed up towards the stairs and started to fall down them. Alice was narrowly saved by Gil, who had actually been trying to save Oz… who had fallen down a few steps and broken his leg. It was all rather silly and pitiful really.
Also, all Gil's fault.
That was probably why, when Elliot paid a visit to Oz's sickbed, Gil had been leaning precariously far out on the balcony, smoking.
"Don't you know better than to smoke in an invalid's room?!" Elliot snapped, angrily, startling Gilbert so bad that he dropped his cigarette over the side and nearly joined it on the gallery below.
Oz laughed. "You don't need to sound so angry! It's not like I mind!" Oz was seated on his bed, pillows keeping him reclined, with his left leg wrapped all in bandages, a rather rickety looking brace (in Elliot's opinion) strapped to it. "Hello, Elliot."
Elliot flushed and looked away from Oz. Oz's mouth was curved in an utterly cheerful smile, his green eyes sparkling with something like innocence. When Elliot saw Oz Vessalius smile like that he could understand why the Vessalius house was a paragon of light in opposition to the Nightray's dark and brooding atmosphere. "Hi." Elliot waved a hand at Reo, who set a vase filled with an extravagant bouquet of rare and exotic flowers on the table next to Oz's bed. "I brought you flowers."
Oz chuckled, almost under his breath, barely loud enough for Elliot to hear. But Elliot did. Elliot's ears burned and his cheeks were fiery pits of embarrassment. "NOT THAT I BROUGHT THEM FOR YOU!" Elliot shouted, the fire of anger stuttering under Oz's surprised look. The embarrassment just kept growing though. "Not. I mean. They were on sale." Elliot finished lamely, even though they hadn't been on sale, and they had taken up a decent part of his monthly allowance.
"Somebody's embarrassed." Xerxes Break sing songed from under the bed. Oz blinked, startled, and glanced over at the edge of his bed where his coverlet brushed the floor.
Elliot was sure that if he blushed any harder he would give himself a coronary. "Shut up!" Elliot snapped, grabbed Reo's wrist and dragged the other towards the door. "Get better! Don't let that idiot injure you more! Watch OUT the next time, stupid!"
Behind him Reo said a few calm pleasantries, but didn't bother to apologize for Elliot's stupid behavior. Elliot knew it was wrong anyway. It's just.
Dammit. He was embarrassed.
How was not important, though if one wished to know it was because of a simple mistake. There had been a servant (not Gil) who had waxed the floor and the stairs. Oz had not known, and he had been running through the halls cheerfully after Alice, who had stolen Gil's hat, and Gil, who was running after Alice. Alice had slipped slightly on the freshly waxed floor, skidding a bit past the start of the stairs. Gil had stopped running and started to walk more carefully. Oz, though, kept running so he would be able to catch up.
Of course, he'd slipped. Oz had slipped, slammed into Alice, who had backed up towards the stairs and started to fall down them. Alice was narrowly saved by Gil, who had actually been trying to save Oz… who had fallen down a few steps and broken his leg. It was all rather silly and pitiful really.
Also, all Gil's fault.
That was probably why, when Elliot paid a visit to Oz's sickbed, Gil had been leaning precariously far out on the balcony, smoking.
"Don't you know better than to smoke in an invalid's room?!" Elliot snapped, angrily, startling Gilbert so bad that he dropped his cigarette over the side and nearly joined it on the gallery below.
Oz laughed. "You don't need to sound so angry! It's not like I mind!" Oz was seated on his bed, pillows keeping him reclined, with his left leg wrapped all in bandages, a rather rickety looking brace (in Elliot's opinion) strapped to it. "Hello, Elliot."
Elliot flushed and looked away from Oz. Oz's mouth was curved in an utterly cheerful smile, his green eyes sparkling with something like innocence. When Elliot saw Oz Vessalius smile like that he could understand why the Vessalius house was a paragon of light in opposition to the Nightray's dark and brooding atmosphere. "Hi." Elliot waved a hand at Reo, who set a vase filled with an extravagant bouquet of rare and exotic flowers on the table next to Oz's bed. "I brought you flowers."
Oz chuckled, almost under his breath, barely loud enough for Elliot to hear. But Elliot did. Elliot's ears burned and his cheeks were fiery pits of embarrassment. "NOT THAT I BROUGHT THEM FOR YOU!" Elliot shouted, the fire of anger stuttering under Oz's surprised look. The embarrassment just kept growing though. "Not. I mean. They were on sale." Elliot finished lamely, even though they hadn't been on sale, and they had taken up a decent part of his monthly allowance.
"Somebody's embarrassed." Xerxes Break sing songed from under the bed. Oz blinked, startled, and glanced over at the edge of his bed where his coverlet brushed the floor.
Elliot was sure that if he blushed any harder he would give himself a coronary. "Shut up!" Elliot snapped, grabbed Reo's wrist and dragged the other towards the door. "Get better! Don't let that idiot injure you more! Watch OUT the next time, stupid!"
Behind him Reo said a few calm pleasantries, but didn't bother to apologize for Elliot's stupid behavior. Elliot knew it was wrong anyway. It's just.
Dammit. He was embarrassed.
