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WHO: Gen & OTA TO KENOMA.
WHAT: A Very Special Episode about how good and fun it is to stop smoking.
WHERE: Around the Citadel, Achamoth.
WHEN: Early-to-mid Visoseri, starting early during the Rise to the Challenge event.
WARNINGS: None at the moment!
i. training fields ( closed to LIEM )
[ It's not like he actually enjoys physical activity in any capacity, whether it be fighting or training or labor. The construction work he'd done back home and the training he does here are mostly the same to him -- just a job, a means to an end, and something "productive" he can do to vent his energy and keep himself occupied. Gen can't really imagine what kind of muscleheaded jock actually finds this shit fun or rewarding in its own right.
That said, the taste of a smoke right after a period of strenuous work almost makes it worth it.
Late in the afternoon, after one of the semi-regular group training sessions has wrapped up and the equipment's been mostly put away, with just a few stragglers still hanging behind to chit-chat and do final cool-downs. From where he's walking by, Liem might hear the sound of a soft click, a pause, then a deep sigh of contentment. Sensitive as he is to smells, it won't take him much effort to pinpoint the bitter tang of cigarette smoke; a plume of gray directs the eye to where Gen's leaning against one of the fences surrounding the training field, looking perfectly at home as he takes another deep drag.
And, feeling that glance directed his way, he looks over. Lucky for Liem, he's caught Gen before he could pocket his cigarettes once more, and since he's in a good mood he gives a cant of the head before holding out the pack in his direction. His words come slightly muffled around the cigarette in his mouth: ]
What, you want one?
ii. citadel grounds ( the sickly option )
[ It's a nice sunny afternoon, warm but not too warm, clear skies, etc. And anyone walking through the citadel grounds, might hear the sound of a low groan and a hoarse voice calling to them: ]
-- hey. [ It only takes a glance over to spot where Gen is slumped on a bench under the dappled shade of a tree, looking thoroughly pale and miserable and unwell. But more importantly, he gives a few shallow coughs before mumbling: ] Get this thing off me.
[ 'This thing' being a stray cat that's draped itself over his throat and chest, apparently having the best nap of its life, using him as a bed while it soaks up the sun. In typical cat fashion, of course it's made itself right at home on the place where it's least welcome at the moment. And while Gen really does look like he's having a rough time of it, and would appreciate being freed of that weight on his chest without having to unscrunch himself from the inglorious position he's huddled himself into ...
The cat looks really cute. And comfy. It's even purring a little! Maybe it'd be fine to just let it continue napping there. ]
iii. training fields ( the cranky option )
[ There's sounds of a commotion coming from the training field. Some sort of argument, it sounds like? And while the shouting and the snarling dies down by the time any concerned interlopers show up, one might spot the way several guards hurriedly exit the grounds, looking disgruntled and muttering something begrudging amongst themselves. One is nursing a bleeding nose leaving a trail of red spots on the ground.
And left on the otherwise-empty training circle is one (1) horrible teenager scuffing a hand through his hair, looking thoroughly roughed-up and irate. He's sporting a few scratches and a freshly-welling bruise on his cheek himself, but either hasn't noticed or doesn't care. Instead, the moment anyone even peeks into the training field, he's quick to turn on them with snarl. ]
-- the hell're you looking at.
iv. corridors ( the tired option )
[ Some stupid hour of the night finds the corridors of the Citadel largely quiet and empty. Almost peaceful. But well ... here he is, wide awake and dying for a smoke.
Anyone who glances down the corridor towards the balcony at its very end, illuminated by cold moonlight and framed by the swing of the door left open, might spot Gen where he's practically draped over the railing surrounding that little balcony, staring listlessly out at nothing.
This really would be a nice place to smoke and relax. But instead, here he is with his nerves rubbed raw by withdrawal, practically shivering from the way he can't quite calm down. Even the slightest noise coming from the corridor has him jerking around to glance over like a spooked dog ready to attack. Sorry not sorry if you were just trying to get to your room and instead find yourself being stared down by this incredibly tired but frazzled-looking youth. ]
v. wildcard
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WHAT: A Very Special Episode about how good and fun it is to stop smoking.
WHERE: Around the Citadel, Achamoth.
WHEN: Early-to-mid Visoseri, starting early during the Rise to the Challenge event.
WARNINGS: None at the moment!
i. training fields ( closed to LIEM )
[ It's not like he actually enjoys physical activity in any capacity, whether it be fighting or training or labor. The construction work he'd done back home and the training he does here are mostly the same to him -- just a job, a means to an end, and something "productive" he can do to vent his energy and keep himself occupied. Gen can't really imagine what kind of muscleheaded jock actually finds this shit fun or rewarding in its own right.
That said, the taste of a smoke right after a period of strenuous work almost makes it worth it.
Late in the afternoon, after one of the semi-regular group training sessions has wrapped up and the equipment's been mostly put away, with just a few stragglers still hanging behind to chit-chat and do final cool-downs. From where he's walking by, Liem might hear the sound of a soft click, a pause, then a deep sigh of contentment. Sensitive as he is to smells, it won't take him much effort to pinpoint the bitter tang of cigarette smoke; a plume of gray directs the eye to where Gen's leaning against one of the fences surrounding the training field, looking perfectly at home as he takes another deep drag.
And, feeling that glance directed his way, he looks over. Lucky for Liem, he's caught Gen before he could pocket his cigarettes once more, and since he's in a good mood he gives a cant of the head before holding out the pack in his direction. His words come slightly muffled around the cigarette in his mouth: ]
What, you want one?
ii. citadel grounds ( the sickly option )
[ It's a nice sunny afternoon, warm but not too warm, clear skies, etc. And anyone walking through the citadel grounds, might hear the sound of a low groan and a hoarse voice calling to them: ]
-- hey. [ It only takes a glance over to spot where Gen is slumped on a bench under the dappled shade of a tree, looking thoroughly pale and miserable and unwell. But more importantly, he gives a few shallow coughs before mumbling: ] Get this thing off me.
[ 'This thing' being a stray cat that's draped itself over his throat and chest, apparently having the best nap of its life, using him as a bed while it soaks up the sun. In typical cat fashion, of course it's made itself right at home on the place where it's least welcome at the moment. And while Gen really does look like he's having a rough time of it, and would appreciate being freed of that weight on his chest without having to unscrunch himself from the inglorious position he's huddled himself into ...
The cat looks really cute. And comfy. It's even purring a little! Maybe it'd be fine to just let it continue napping there. ]
iii. training fields ( the cranky option )
[ There's sounds of a commotion coming from the training field. Some sort of argument, it sounds like? And while the shouting and the snarling dies down by the time any concerned interlopers show up, one might spot the way several guards hurriedly exit the grounds, looking disgruntled and muttering something begrudging amongst themselves. One is nursing a bleeding nose leaving a trail of red spots on the ground.
And left on the otherwise-empty training circle is one (1) horrible teenager scuffing a hand through his hair, looking thoroughly roughed-up and irate. He's sporting a few scratches and a freshly-welling bruise on his cheek himself, but either hasn't noticed or doesn't care. Instead, the moment anyone even peeks into the training field, he's quick to turn on them with snarl. ]
-- the hell're you looking at.
iv. corridors ( the tired option )
[ Some stupid hour of the night finds the corridors of the Citadel largely quiet and empty. Almost peaceful. But well ... here he is, wide awake and dying for a smoke.
Anyone who glances down the corridor towards the balcony at its very end, illuminated by cold moonlight and framed by the swing of the door left open, might spot Gen where he's practically draped over the railing surrounding that little balcony, staring listlessly out at nothing.
This really would be a nice place to smoke and relax. But instead, here he is with his nerves rubbed raw by withdrawal, practically shivering from the way he can't quite calm down. Even the slightest noise coming from the corridor has him jerking around to glance over like a spooked dog ready to attack. Sorry not sorry if you were just trying to get to your room and instead find yourself being stared down by this incredibly tired but frazzled-looking youth. ]
v. wildcard
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[No idea about the other girls, but Ciel does muse that much out loud once Gen's elaborated about the
normalones he's used to back from his world. Which does track, she's heard chitchat on that line during her brief stint as high school 'senpai' too.That said, she should really resume working on getting that second batch started. There's one important reason why she doesn't though, and it's to peer over her own shoulder to watch his reaction after he's gone ahead for the second dunk.
...
Oh, he didn't make a face! That's good. Satisfied, Ciel puts herself back to work.]
So... Thank you for the taste test. It may have been too much for her, and knowing her, she would be too polite to say anything.
[Is there an implication in there somewhere? Never mind that, because Ciel's moving on without elaborating further. She needs to measure the sugar and flour to get the second batch started, and she needs her eyes for that.
(That "slip"... No. There's no point making mention of it, even if she wanted to.)]
Right. Speaking of eating, how do you usually get your meals? Delivered to your room, bought in the city, or maybe decided by whim depending on how you feel on the spot?
[Asking for... no reason, she's not looking his way because she can't anyway. Which is probably for the best, as much as she may otherwise be tempted to gauge his reaction by sneaking a glance back again. Is that enough to make him moody and wary...?]
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As for her question about his eating habits ...
It's mostly because he's distractedly staring at the cupcake pan, debating whether to take one more for himself or not, that he doesn't just brush it off. It doesn't hurt, either, that his thoughts are still a foggy mess; it's hard thinking about more than one thing at a time, and with cupcakes on the mind, he can't be bothered to consider why Ciel's asking such a thing. ]
You think I'm the type to plan those things? [ In other words, he makes himself a pain in the ass to the kitchen staff by demanding things without warning. Also, in the end, he does decide to take one more cupcake for himself; he holds onto this one without immediately tearing into it, though. ] I usually eat in my room after training. But otherwise -- just whatever I feel like. Not like I have a schedule to keep.
[ So he says, but it won't take much digging for Ciel to find out that Gen does keep a fairly regular schedule in the mornings and early afternoons: intense bouts of sparring or training in the mornings, under Eustace's guidance or with off-duty guards, then a generous meal of, to quote his words, 'whatever, just pick something good' brought to his room by his retainer. The kitchen staff, at least, appreciate that Gen makes for a fantastically unpicky client as long as they provide enough food.
A pause before Gen directs a weary look her way. ]
What, you about to start bitching at me about my eating habits, too? [ That thought occurs to him only now, after he's already answered it. ] Or are you just nosy about what everyone eats.
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She hasn't stalked that deeply into his everyday life at the citadel, but she does know that he takes his training very seriously thanks to keeping in touch with Eustace and Emet-Selch. (He picks who to go with depending on his mood, doesn't he?) Persistent training requires discipline, so he probably doesn't live as wildly as he may be implying. Not that anyone can really stop him if he decides to go off the rails, but... Stuff like that is part of why she goes around asking other adults to keep an eye on him, which is not snitching.
Busy with a less sweet batch of cupcakes, Gen's stare lands squarely on her back.]
I did make a meal plan for Emet-Selch, I also had to make sure he abided by it. But he's [a tired old man] someone who needs to be reminded to eat, so what he's served has to taste good, be energizing, and nutritious.
[Smh Ascian/emperor/whatever that Emet is... That said.]
You're still growing, so as long as you eat enough, it should be okay. I was just thinking... I suppose you'll find out sooner or later by yourself, once the kitchen staff starts serving more Eastern-style dishes.
[Or she can also simply hit up his poor retainer and inform him of "Sir Minegishi"'s preferences, and let the rest sort themselves out on their own. Ciel CAN work with Gen by interacting with everyone around him except the guy himself, it's as valid a strategy as any other? Anyway, she still has cupcakes to make, and he's already demolished through the half a dozen she previously had ready. RIP Gray's bday cuppy cakes that were going to have gray cat icing decorating them... But at least the next batch will be less sweet, so everything turned out for the best?]