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Was it possible, to walk through this building without having someone practically charge into her? She’d assumed someone who looked so dishevelled would try to avoid her, to get out of her way. To have them practically fly into her, knocking her down; to dare to rest their head upon her, was unimaginable. To blame her for it, too? Oh, she hardly cared who heard her. It wasn’t as if the onlookers were close enough to get all her words; her tone, perhaps, but little more. How fun. ”No, that’s what I’m meant to say to you. Your line’s something different.” Leaning backwards, away from the unwelcome contact, her voice would drip with sweetness; why act angered, when it was so much more fun to at least sound nice? Wouldn’t it sound like she was comforting him, even if he’d fallen on her, to anyone not close enough to hear her low murmur? ”Something more like ’ Oh, Miss, I’m terribly sorry that my idiocy has inconvenienced you, and that I’ve had the audacity to try and make you take the blame’. That would almost do, for a start.”

"Or, maybe, should I cry out for help? It’s such a bad look, you running into me like that, isn’t it.”

cxntempt

To think she would have the gall to say such things to him; he's almost offended. He shifts, straightening up, but showing no indication he'd opt to leave in lieu of seeking out an apology he would likely never receive. This was all perfectly logical to him, considering how outwardly arrogant he was. Had this occurrence been set in his homeland, the party he had accused would likely never had been so impertinent. In spite of that, it seemed she wouldn't simply go along with it.

❝ If you choose to do such a thing I'll have no choice but to silence you myself. ❞ Seeing as she didn't even appear to have a weapon on her, the threat was empty. It didn't help that his words were spoken in something akin to a lethargic drawl given his circumstance either. ❝ But that would be a pain, considering you still haven't apologized, maggot. ❞

❝ I'll even compromise. If you acknowledge this mishap was your doing, I'll acknowledge I may be at fault as well. ❞ The thought of potentially being in a more troublesome situation serves to make him a little more lenient; still choosing to take a bit of a cautious approach to every aspect of this exasperating environment, even as infuriating as it was to even consider bargaining with her.

#cinisfunus #i'm crying please this is the closest to an apology you're getting

Albel already had trouble trusting people and having to be reminded by the voice he'd heard upon awakening that he couldn't trust anyone was enough to leave him almost completely sleep deprived. He had managed to find a few suitable areas to rest without interruption, but only briefly. There were just far too many people here.

His gait was usually refined, but now sloppy from a lack of sleep; almost tripping over the hem of his sarong every now and then. This shouldn't have been a problem but the manner he'd tied it caused the cloth to drag awkwardly along the side his heel. It was too much of a nuisance either way; it was a miracle he'd even bothered with it at all. Judging by his current state, it wouldn't have been wrong to assume he was intoxicated despite not being so.

It really wasn't much of a surprise to him, and probably to the onlookers around them, that he'd managed to collide with someone. Finally slipping over the garment he'd been too lazy to tire properly and conveniently falling right into the girl in front of him. Luckily enough for him, when they fell, he wasn't the one to hit the floor; rather, Albel lands on his knees, head rested against the other's shoulder. Which is far more comfortable than where he had been napping. Admittedly, he nearly considered just staying there.

Ah right. He couldn't trust anyone here. Especially not enough to use them as a pillow. He sits up, staring at her blankly before yawning. Mood as foul as always, if not more so than usual, finding no particular reason to brighten up simply for being in the presence of another person. Especially not after she had so rudely bumped into him! Even though, it was mostly... entirely his fault. Minor details didn't matter, after all.

❝ Aren't you going to apologize, fool? ❞

#cinisfunus #weeps please forgive these sleepy sins

Wanting to avoid everyone was proving to be more difficult than Albel had ever expected. What ever sort of experiment they were planning to use the people they had kidnapped here for aside from the linking, if there was more, couldn't possibly be as tedious as just being here in general. Having only one hand that was useful outside of combat aching so much only made this more tedious. He hadn't had a chance to eat since arriving here, and although he could still manage most things but attempting to cook something seemed practically out of the question.

Luckily enough with all of the people swarming about the building it was easy enough to locate someone. Managing to get someone to do his bidding didn't seem like it would be all to difficult either.

Just adjacent to him stood someone who appeared to be alone, which was enough of an invitation as any. Wearily he placed his hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention, and drew it back to his side immediately following the contact.

❝ You... find me something to eat. ❞ He didn't even begin to know where the kitchen was. Or.. how to cook. Or even if this person was capable of doing so, but he at least looked as though he could be of use, people with kind faces tended to be after all. Nevertheless, Albel decides to hold back on his usual insulting until he gets his way. ❝ I haven't eaten since coming here so I don't feel like waiting around for you to make something. An apple would be fine. ❞

#cloudylaughter #hello hello!

Albel's choosing to avoid the majority of people here wasn't entirely of his own volition. He wasn't exactly social, but being completely alone wasn't exactly to his liking either. His wrist ached, and not being able to properly grasp things with his gauntlet made things far more difficult than he would have liked. Not vulnerable, but notably less capable. It was uncomfortable, especially with doubts of his own skill already plaguing him from time to time. Being in the courtyard as opposed to inside the building amongst the others who were taken here was infinitely more calming entirely for those reasons. There were still people around, but something about being outside made this feel less like a cage.

He kept his distance from the building without venturing into the forest or other areas; finding a comfortable patch of grass close by a small stream. Not particularly liking the idea of having to sleep in a room with roommates he wasn't even acquainted with, this would have to do for the time being. As expected it was comfortable and seeing no one else appeared to be around, Albel felt like for the first time sense arriving here he could relax. Settling against a tree , it didn't take long before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into a much needed sleep.

Likewise, it didn't take long before he heard the footsteps of someone approaching prompted him to straighten up, a bit disheveled from his brief nap. He didn't bother making an attempt to look presentable nor approachable; opting to shoot the newcomer a glare immediately when he came into sight. ❝ Why are you here, maggot? ❞

❝ If you need something, I suggest you go bother someone else. I'm busy. ❞

#headphonestrash #hello!!

A significant amount of time since arriving was spent on finding something less dull to do, and whereas the computers in the rec room served to occupy his attention for an hour or so, the technology was outdated by comparison of what he was used to and ultimately only concluded in furthering his agitation with this place. He was accustomed to this sort of thing, though, due to certain events where he came from making him far more tolerant. What bothered him most was not knowing just what would become of him and everyone else here. The idea that led him to seeking out a way to satiate his desire for knowledge pertaining to this place. The only sensible thing to do seemed to be to venture to the library for the time being and hope for the best.

As expected of a library it was quiet; even if that hadn't been the case there was plenty of space, making it all too easy to avoid any other person in sight. Not that he particularly minded to that extent whether or not someone approached him, and surprisingly he had the intention of seeking someone out. With the library being so large, it would only be a pain trying to look through everything himself, especially not knowing if any of the books here contained information concerning what was going on.

Due to the vast room being fairly empty, it didn't appear he'd have much of a choice in who he approached. Asami seemed to be the best option, as the other two sitting across the room seemed to be conversing quietly amongst themselves. He doesn't hesitate in approaching her though he is a tad apprehensive about this; not wanting to seem like a moron should she know anything but simultaneously wanting to avoid speaking with as many people as possible. This would have to do, and if she rejected helping he supposed he'd scour the library on his own as much of a pain as that sounded.

He flicks his wrist in a curt waving gesture before speaking; brow furrowed and frown ever-present upon his face, certainly not serving in making the gesture appear friendly in the slightest.

❝ Will you help me with something? ❞

#satoress #hello i hope this is okay!#i'm terrible at titles forgive me ;;;

thefoolishbutterfly

⊰You have to laugh at that, loudly and for at least twenty seconds flat-out. When the final laugh wracks your body, you wipe a tear from your eye and shake your head at the stranger.⊱

“Well it’s better than usual! And someone has to keep everyone’s morale up, y’know?”

cxntempt

Albel doesn't have the faintest idea just what she found so funny, unless that reason was simply to annoy him. If that were the case it was working. ❝ No...and you're doing a pretty bad job of that. ❞

#thefoolishbutterfly #at least doors don't laugh

thefoolishbutterfly

”Untrue!”

⊰Your answer is singsong and accompanied by a hand movement. It’s true everything came fairly easy to you when this happened, after all, you previously were a dead girl acting as a door seal. You still kind of were, actually.⊱

“But I can tell you’re going to be a delight!”

⊰There’s enough cheer in your voice to offset the dry sarcasm, but it’s still there.⊱

cxntempt

Choosing to ignore her thinly veiled sarcasm, he elicits a sigh, purposefully drawn out to indicate his annoyance. ❝ Your chirping is annoying, worm. Given our current situation, do you really have any reason to seem so content? ❞

#thefoolishbutterfly