open

[inkindled]

WHO: Matthias, Nikos, Salvio (tbd if Doki, Val, and Darras will get open stuff. how did I get all of these characters) + YOU
WHAT: just open stuff, man
WHEN: NOW
WHERE: various
NOTES: tiny bit of self-harm but it's so small and it gets fixed so fast

Comments

[inkindled]

I'm not going to explode. You can give me a hard time, and same goes for any other mage as well, I reckon.

[Explode, after the abomination, is a word with some weight to it. Matthias feels it. That weight is also why he uses it. He pushes at the crumpled page until it is tucked up against a ledger book, left there after his actual work day.]

And it's not that special. I mean, it is, 'course, but it's like anyone learning anything. I just don't want anyone thinking I'm skivving off my actual work to do it. I can manage both.

[muckspout]

Did you just give me permission to give you a hard time?

[Edgard laughs, he has no inclination to stop giving this kid a hard time anytime soon. He waves a hand to say nevermind.]

I'm not here to judge, secret or no, special or no. You seem very responsible, just a little messy. But, [shrugging] I like messy.

[inkindled]

[His ears go a little red, but he manages not to say anything terribly stupid, just--]

I'm not that messy.

[--a little stupid.]

I'm just working on it and it's not easy, coming up with--y'know, this sort of a list. Haven't you ever worked at something before?

[muckspout]

I have. [Well.] Nothing that requires papers or lists, I guess, but I’ve worked hard at things.

[And failed at most of them.]

Usually trying not to care too much is a good place to start.

[inkindled]

[Matthias wrinkles his nose.]

Right, only I do care about this, so it wouldn't do me much good to try not to care.

[muckspout]

[Edgard puffs air out his mouth.]

I don't mean don't care at all, I just mean--sometimes when you try too hard, then its kind of like not trying.

[He's not expressing it well, but Edgard actually has a lot of experience with this concept.]

[inkindled]

Uh-huh.

[--With flat teenage affectation. Matthias looks down at the pages on his desk again and curls up one corner with his thumb.]

So, you're a mental. Got it.

[muckspout]

[Edgard stares at him, initially insulted, and then bursts out laughing. He likes this kid.]

You know what? Maybe I am.

[inkindled]

[A little smirk lifts up the corners of his mouth.]

Reckon you'll fit in all right here, then.