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Who: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] (Vexen) &

sleeping_memory (Ritsuka)
Where Vexen's room
When: This Morning
Rating: G
Summary: Ritsuka makes something for Vexen and brings it to him.
the Story:

Ritsuka walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. It had taken him a while to find the room, he wasn't familiar with the other floors of the mansion yet. Walking up to the door, he knocked lightly on it. He wondered if it was too early or not. In his hand he had the yellow balloon that he got with Vexen- although it was a bit deflated now. He also had a card in his hand.

He had even looked in a dictionary on how to spell the english words. He waited at the door.

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His injuries had a tendency to keep him awake at the most inconvenient times, so Vexen was awake enough-- his roommate might have been conscious or not, for all he could tell, but it wasn't particularly relevant to the matter at hand, anyway. He'd simply have to keep Ritsuka from actually entering his room and that... was that.

When the knock came, it was expected, and he pushed himself upright, gripping the edge of the desk to keep himself steady. He'd been well enough to walk with the boy a few days ago, but now, it seemed, his body was determined to protest movement. At the moment, he wasn't wearing his coat-- the material weighed too heavily on his injured ribs-- and he picked his way to the door dressed in nothing more than plain black pants and a shirt.

There was only one person it could be, at this hour.

Vexen opened the door, nodding briefly at the boy before stepping fully outside. After all, he hardly wanted Saix disturbed at this hour. "...Good morning," he said, by way of greeting. "Was there something you wanted?" He wasn't terribly good at being tactful.

Ritsuka wondered if this was a bad time. He didn't expect Vexen to come to the door. Rather, he thought he would have told him to enter. "Shouldn't you be laying down?" Ritsuka had the card and balloon behind him, although Vexen was able to see the big yellow balloon behind Ritsuka's head.

Ritsuka had also brought bandages which were kept in his pocket. Just in case Vexen needed them. Before Vexen had time to answer, Ritsuka presented him the balloon and the card. "These are for you. I couldn't sleep last night so I thought I'd make you this.." Ritsuka voice was no louder than a door mouse. Who would have thought he would have made friends with the organization he thought was plotting against him. At least, he figured Vexen and him were friends.

Vexen was willing to tolerate a lot of things. Having a young boy in his room-- and by default, Saix's-- was not... particularly one of them. He suspected the berserker might be inclined to feel the same. "I'm feeling better, and it's alright to take a stretch once in a while."' A brow quirked at the balloon, faintly.

Having the balloon thrusted at him wasn't a surprise, but the card, more so, and it was enough to provoke a long, slow blink as he automatically accepted them and looked the card over. His lips moved slowly, but silently, temporarily uncertain of what to say-- the illustration is frankly ridiculous, but all the same... well. This isn't usual for him, that much is certain. "...I see. Thank you," he settles on at last, face calm and composed as he can make it.

Ritsuka gave Vexen a small smile. "I think I spelled everything correctly. See. It's from the picture." he pointed out. Ritsuka artistic work was less than amateur, but he was merely a boy. The coloring wasn't even all well done either.

Ritsuka still wanted to know what happened to Vexen. He was always curious. "Do your ribs hurt?" That was a stupid question, but nevertheless Ritsuka asked him.

"It's all correct, yes," Vexen answered, still a bit... puzzled, but knowing better than to show it.

At the question, he nods. "Somewhat, yes."

"What happened?" He wasn't sure if he was ever going to get an answer, but he wondered how someone could get such an injury in the mansion like that. "Did you fall down the stairs?" That was Ritsuka's first thought. His second being that someone might have broken them.

Reaching into his pocked he pulled out bandages. They were ones he kept on hand back at home just in case his mother decided she was going to go on one of her rampages again. "Will these help?"

"...Yes, I did. It was a long way." Vexen decided against mentioning that it wasn't exactly voluntary. Enough of a people making a fuss about that, honestly.

When the bandages were held out to him, he hesitated a moment before nodding carefully. "Yes, they would. Are you offering them?"

[ooc: short post cause I gotta jet for school~]

Ritsuka nodded. "I don't need them anymore." he handed them to Vexen. He felt important that he could help him out. Lately, he had been feeling that way. It made him feel good. He wanted to believe he chose his own destiny. He also thought that maybe if he helped some of the people he'd been in contact with, they might help him find Seimei or at least Ritsuka might have an easier time finding him.

Ritsuka tried to sneak a peek through the door. "Do you live with somebody?"

"...All right." Saying thank you again would be redundant, so Vexen merely nodded, taking the bandages from Ritsuka's hand once the confirmation had been given. Just so long as he knew it was being freely offered, he'd have very little hesitation about accepting it. Whatever reasons Ritsuka had for being so generous would simply have to be considered later, as bandages appeared a small enough matter.

The boy's curiosity, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. Vexen shifted when Ritsuka attempted to peer around him, moving so that he was in the way of

Ritsuka blinked. What Vexen was doing only made it more obvious he was hiding something. "I didn't know we were allowed roommates."

He was still living in his room alone. "Doesn't each room only have one bed?"

"Several people have roommates." Vexen blinked blandly. "I'm hardly the first, and I know--" at least, if Zell and Seifer's earlier complaints about one another were any kind of hint. "--that at least a few rooms have more than one."

"My roommate's still sleeping," he added, a bit waspishly. He wasn't sure if that was true by now, but it was a convenient enough excuse. "I'd rather not wake him."

[[OOC: Im so sorry for not replying soon! I have to work in about 15 min so i'll reply when i get home]]

[[ooc: that's alright, I'm pretty busy with school anyway~ do you want to wrap up soon, or?]]

[[OOC: Yea, that would be great. Just kick Ritsuka out ;)]]

"Do you live with Saix?" Ritsuka asked. It was a blunt question, but Ritsuka figured that if Vexen told him to give the picture to Saix, then maybe Saix and Vexen were roomies.

"Tell him I said hi." Ritsuka gave Vexen a small smile. He had made cookies with Saix the other day.

He would have preferred to step around the question, but as it was fairly direct, Vexen could hardly avoid it. He might have seemed a little more disapproving; hard to tell, considering how bland his expression was.

The answer, however, was neutral enough. "If he didn't tell you who he was rooming with, it's hardly your business to pry." Vexen peered down at the balloon and the card in his hands, still faintly bemused. "In any case, I suppose I will, when he wakes up." He did frown faintly at Ritsuka then, tucking the card into his pocket. "Shouldn't you be getting breakfast?"

Ritsuka got the hint. Vexen wasn't as nice as before. In fact, he preferred talking to Saix over Vexen. "Shouldn't you?" He raised his eyebrow before turning around and leaving.

"Baka," Ritsuka's hiss was a faint whisper.

He was protective of his personal space, and there were boundaries that should not, to his mind, be crossed. Who he was living with was none of the boy's concern; in a way, he was relieved to see him turn away.

"Not hungry, at the moment. Thank you for the get-well wish, in any case," the scientist murmured, almost thoughtfully. Ritsuka may have heard it, or not; not as if he knew how sensitive those ears were. He didn't think whatever the boy muttered was complimentary, either, but he let it slide, turning back to step into his room.

An odd start to the day, certainly.

[[Fin. Haha. Rits doesn't like Vexy as much anymore ;) not after he's baked cookies with Saix Lmao]]

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