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“What’s with you and staring huh? There somethin’ on my face or what?”

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It’s occurred to him now, why it is that he knew the Nohrian prince’s retainer. Aside from knowing of him as Leon’s faithful guard, he remembers one specific encounter. One...unsavory for ears of innocence. How could he not have noticed it until now?

A part of him wonders if the outlaw knows of him too, realizes just who he is now but remembers that little round. Such a thought can make a man’s face burn but Ryouma’s good at hiding such a thing (especially when it’s a little hard to see on tan flesh).

“I remember now,” He speaks up when he approaches the outlaw, hand lifted with a finger pointed, “why you looked so familiar.”

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     It’s a sight he’s never seen before: Zero violently squirming in      his sleep. It was like he was in some kind of panic and Odin      wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t heard something fall and crash.      It’s what got him to initially enter the outlaw’s room, expecting the      expected of Zero but greeted with a different sight. His convulsions      were violent and the mage felt it was upon him to wake Zero. 

     Odin Dark to the rescue.

     No sooner than his hands meeting Zero’s shoulders does the mage      shake him, his attempt at waking the outlaw. It works, surprisingly,      but it’s sad in its own way. Zero, with an expression of panic on his      face, dark skin slick with sweat. It makes Odin feel sorry for him,      seeing him in such a state but he opens his mouth when there’s a      questioning noise.

     “Are you alright?” His voice isn’t too loud, if anything just fairly above      a whisper as his eyes rove over the thief, checking to make sure that      nothing was physically wrong, “You seemed as if you were given a      fright.”

[oihagi]

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     “Y’know...there are better things t’ do than watch me,” He rumbles softly, teeth clenching together at the mere thought that he was being watched. And while eating no less. His fingers are tight against the bread he’d been munching on, russet eyes glancing from the loaf in his hand to the outlaw and back to the loaf.

     “...Why are ya’ here?”

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     “Aha! So you’ve decided to your face, you foul blooded fiend!”      His words wouldn’t affect Zero, that much the mage knew for      certain, but his speech was just that. Eccentric even in presence      of who was technically his partner. Hands press against his hips,      grey eyes focused on the outlaw.

     “I see you’ve finally crawled out from whatever rock you’ve hidden      yourself beneath. Tell me! What have you been up to?!”