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limpidtearsofmeme:

Gillian only grinned more at the other’s reaction. “Looking a fool always works out for me.” He pointed out with a silent snicker. “I bet it would work wonders for you. Keep the audience on their toes.”

“I really don’t think that will fit my image at all,” he said with a sigh. “I believe I’ll simply stick with what I know for now. I’d rather not make a fool out of myself; you might be fine with doing so, but I most certainly am not.”

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death-atmywheels:

“You gotta remember where you put it.” Gilbert insisted, giving Roderich an odd look. You can only have put it down in so many places.”

“Well I don’t!” Roderich let out a sigh, returning Gilbert’s odd look with a frustrated one of his own. “I don’t know what else to say, I set it down, and I’ve since forgotten where it was I put it.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Gilbert took out his earphone, shooting Rod a shit eating grin. “I didn’t catch that, I wasn’t listening.”

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limpidtearsofmeme:

“I bet you could pull off upbeat. Maybe if you wore more colors and danced around while you played” He suggested, but was mostly teasing. He didn’t think Roderich would actually do any of this. 

Roderich just about rolled his eyes again. “Absolutely not. I’d look like an utter fool and you know it.” He could tell Gillian was teasing, but regardless, the mental image was enough to garner a wince or two.

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death-atmywheels:

“If you had a system you would know where it’s gone.” He shrugged. “I have a system and I don’t forget a thing!”

“A system wouldn’t stop me from forgetting where I’ve put something only for a moment...!” Roderich protested. “I do have a system, just not one for every single time I need to set things down for a moment!”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Gilbert took out his earphone, shooting Rod a shit eating grin. “I didn’t catch that, I wasn’t listening.”

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[he’s in an alright mood, having just been practicing on piano, even if he’s stuck in his cursed form] 

[at least he’s in a good mood until he gets stuck]

[it’s a windy day, and through some miracle only made possible by his absolutely rotten luck, he manages to get a wing tangled up in some rope that is tied to one of the tents and was just hanging about uselessly]

[help]

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dansklaege:

“I’ve got plenty of those for you to use. Need a big or small one?” MArkell asked as he stepped over to his mini fridge, opening it and grabbing two ice packs of different sizes. “What do you need an ice pack for? Your hand doesn’t look swollen.”

“I... I’m not sure, a bigger one will probably be better.” Roderich paused, then resigned himself with a sigh. “Well, I’ve... I’ve got a bit of a bruise on my face. It’s... rather bad.” 

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death-atmywheels:

“Really?” Gilbert broke out into a smile, something of a look of absolute glee in his eyes. He shot Roderich a look. “Then where. Is the file?”

That had Roderich silent for a moment. “...Well--” he huffed. “It’s somewhere about here. I only misplaced it for a moment, and that has nothing to do with whether or not I need a system. I took it from my tent, then set it down and forgot where. It is as simple as that.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Gilbert took out his earphone, shooting Rod a shit eating grin. “I didn’t catch that, I wasn’t listening.”

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dansklaege:

“I’m sorry to say but you aren’t being very convincing, so spill what you need help with and let me help you.” Markell spoke in a soft tone, placing his hand on Roderich’s shoulder. “The sooner we fix what ever it is the faster you’ll get better.”

Roderich tensed for a moment at the hand on his shoulder before relaxing once more. He was silent, not yet looking at Markell, the side of his face that was bruised facing away from him. He spoke after a few seconds with a sigh. “...I was looking for an ice pack.”

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dansklaege:

“Extra bandages? What do you need those for?” Markell frowned both at the question and the way Roderich wouldn’t actually look over at him. “You sure it’s bandages you need and you’re not looking for something else?” He stepped over to him, looking a little concerned. “Cause bandages are on the other side of the tent.”

Roderich shifted slightly, feeling rather self conscious about the bruise he knew must look terrible on his cheek. “Ah, well...” he started, trying to come up with some other excuse. “I-- I suppose I thought they must be over here!” 

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dansklaege:

Sometimes Markell just needed to get out and walk, even if he didn’t want to leave his tent often in case someone needed help. To him for the most part it seemed like maybe the day would be an okay one for once and he could get out and about. Though apparently that wasn’t the case when he returned back to his tent.

He hadn’t expect to see Roderich again so soon in his tent, especially not seeing him looking for something. “Hey, Roderich? What’re you up to over there?” Markell glanced at him with a curious look. “Need something?”

The sound of Markell’s voice caught Roderich by surprise, and he inhaled sharply, startled. “Oh--” He almost turned to face him, but then stopped, remembering his bruise. The last thing he wanted to do was show that off. “Oh, I was just... seeing if you had extra bandages. Just in case.” It was an incredibly terrible excuse, and he mentally berated himself for the lie.

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After his encounter with Viktor, Roderich didn’t need a mirror to know that his face was likely bruising. He was at least glad he still got the three days rest; it would give enough time for the swelling and discoloration to go down some, if he was careful and took care of the injury. 

But he did feel a bit embarrassed by it, and without his glasses, he felt even more vulnerable and self conscious. So he approached Markell’s tent with a bit of hesitance, hoping that the doctor wasn’t in, and he could simply just get an ice pack and return to his own tent without trouble.

Entering the tent, Roderich was a bit surprised to find that Markell was in fact not around. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he moved quickly, trying to find just where the doctor kept his ice packs. In his clumsy search, he didn’t even hear the flap of the tent open.

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russianfortune:

“You can preach that all you want, it won’t change anything.” Viktor snarled before grinding his foot into the glasses, making sure they were basically unfix-able. Once that was done he took a step back and turned around. “You have three days.”

Roderich was silent a moment, glaring at Viktor’s back, a part of him wanting to say more, but knowing there was no point to it now. “...Understood.” His tone was icy, but he said nothing more, slowly moving to try to salvage what he could of his broken glasses.

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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👀 + blue and yellow?

That’s not even a question.

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russianfortune:

“Here you are just some creature, and it’s creatures like you who need these ways to keep them in control.” He sneered down at the other. “I have a method to my madness, and everyone here just wants to drive that madness further.” He moved closer to Roderich, slamming his foot down on his glasses as a final ‘fuck you’ to him.

Roderich flinched at the sound of crunching glass beneath Viktor’s foot, his eyes widening slightly. “You--” He grit his teeth, trying to contain his anger, hands clenched into trembling fists. “...There’s only one monster in this entire circus, and it’s certainly not me.”

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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👀 + u wnt sum tail?

...I really have no idea what you are trying to say. At this point I’m beginning to grow annoyed.

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👀 + wanna stick? bitches love sticks

What does that mean??

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russianfortune:

“And this is all coming from the demon creature who can’t even stand up for himself.” Viktor sneered before again raising his hand, striking Roderich in the same spot he had before, aiming to knock him down fully. “You’re picking a fight you can’t win by keep calling me barbaric.”

The next strike does knock Roderich to the ground with a pained grunt, his glasses falling off his nose. He struggled to sit up. “I’m... not some creature. I’m human. More so than you, perhaps. And by striking me, you’re only telling me that I have won. You can’t even give me a reason why you aren’t a barbarian. You only hit me like you are one.”

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”