ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

[Wow, Hubert is really hard to budge. Has he gained weight? Richard didn't think he looked that strong, but then again, maybe it's from swinging that crazy weapon around. That must be it.

Okay, he'll reach out with his other hand and give the leg of Hubert's pants a tug in an attempt to unbalance him that way.]

Your Majes --

[Hubert doesn't see that coming, and he faces the consequences of his ignorance by tumbling forward. He lands next to Richard with an unceremonious thud and cry.

He's down for a split second before he shoots back up onto his knees, face hot from embarrassment as he no doubt chews himself out in the back of his mind. He looks at Richard -- but can't, because his glasses have fallen off. He fumbles around for them. They should be in front of him . . . ]

[Key word there being should. As it is, however, Richard has already grabbed said pair of glasses and put them on to see if that makes everything stop spinning. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect: it makes it worse, but also more exciting, and if he stares really hard at the ceiling, it looks like waves!

BRB being hypnotized by this.]

[That's odd. He can't find them. Hubert raises his head to see if it's anywhere around him, though the attempt is in vain when he can hardly make out the surroundings. He turns back to where Richard is, who's little more than a swirl of colors.

. . . could it be . . . ]

[If Hubert were able to see, he would see that Richard looks about as happy as a clam at the moment, entranced by whatever it is on the ceiling that he's staring at right now. These glasses must be the source of Hubert's hidden powers!]

So this is how you've been hiding them from us all this time.

W-what?

[So Richard does have them. Suffice to say, Hubert feels exposed without them -- his vision is too poor and he's already made a fool of himself. Richard is making no sense. And he has Hubert's glasses, that drunkard. This won't do.

He extends a hand, palm face up, though unbeknownst to him he's dangerously close to hitting Richard in the face.]

Please return them . . . !

Your powers. I was wondering how you were able to fight the way you do, but now I've uncovered your secret.

[Oh nooooo, he is not giving these back now that he knows the truth. HE'S GOING TO TELL EVERYONE ALL ABOUT THIS, HUBERT.]

[ . . . is Richard seriously thinking what Hubert suspects he's thinking? He fixes his glasses -- or he would have, if they were resting on the bridge of his nose. All he does is stab himself in the face with a finger.]

It's no secret. I need them to see.

[NOW GIVE THEM BACK.]

Just what I said: super powers. But they don't work if you're not wearing them.

[... IDEA.]

I wonder if Miss Pascal could fix them so they shoot laser beams as well...

No!

[Just minutes earlier, he'd been reading in peace. What happened?]

No, there's nothing wrong with them. Even if Miss Pascal could, they're fine the way they are.

["What happened" would be one (1) very drunken King of Windol arriving home, that's what. At least he's in a good mood?]

But laser beams would make them far more effective against your opponents. Or is it that you're too embarrassed to ask Miss Pascal for help?

[Implications what implications.]

[It's certainly a change. And here his voice considerably rises in pitch, hands balled into fists at his side. If his face was hot from the humiliation earlier, he's positively burning up now. Getting riled up by a drunk, how the not-so-mighty have fallen -- ]

W-w-w-what!?

[Embarrassed, him? Ludicrous.]

Hmm? Do you need these glasses to accentuate your hearing as well?

[ . . . ]

Bed.

[That just sets off another gale of laughter on Richard's end; when he recovers, he aims what is decidedly a flirtatious smile up at the other.]

That's rather bold of you, Sir Hubert. Not even a "please" or a compliment first?

B . . . b-bold!?

[It's probably a good thing that he can't see the smile. Except the tone and words speak for themselves, and it's as though something in him just died.]

I mean rest! It's clear that you had too much to drink. Now, Your Majesty --

[Is Richard even listening?]

I'm not so drunk that I'm going to fall asleep just yet-- there will be plenty of time for that later.

[It's probably a good thing Hubert can't actually see Richard sitting up and fixing his hair right now. Flirt Mode is on and that does not bode well for the young major's sanity.]

[Right. But he's drunk enough that he should rest, regardless, if Hubert has any say in it. He can see a blur of movement, though the specifics of what Richard is doing escapes him.

He'll play it carefully.]

What do you intend to do until then?

And here I thought you were the one making the suggestion.

[Being so shy already, Hubert? That simply won't do, but it is kind of endearing. He's starting to see that Hubert and Asbel really are siblings after all.]

[He makes an uncomfortable nasal sound, lips pursed and arms crossed. There's no point arguing with Richard right now, especially when it's significantly harder to read him without glasses.]

Oh come on.

[Isamu appears in the doorway, hands on his hips, having just returned from a jog. He frowns down at Richard, clearly disapproving.]

I shouldn't be the one setting a good example here, man. That's not my job.

[Oh wow, this is turning into a real party here. Richard gives a cheery wave up at Isamu, Hubert's glasses still perched quite happily on his face.]

What perfect timing. Isamu, do you want to join us? Sir Hubert just suggested that we go to bed.

. . . Sir Isamu.

[Hubert snaps his head around, and though he can't see Isamu very well, he rises and nods in that direction. He glances wearily at Richard.]

I suggested that you go to bed, Your Majesty.

Shit, okay. I got this.

[Isamu bend down and grabs one of Richard's wrists. He's going to yank his friend to his feet despite all resistance.]

[But just like he did with Hubert, Richard is going to be tugging his arm back towards himself in an attempt to pull Isamu down as well. Isamu may not be upside-down like Hubert was, but with those glasses on, he's too far away for Richard to see clearly, so he's just going to try to fix that.]

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