hey everybody, when you walk the walk

[impetuous]

Who: Bitty!Gwaine and you!
What: A minor is sneaking alcohol. Pretty sure that'll get someone's attention.
When: Today
Where: The Lux and lobby
Rating: P...G? Yeah, let's go with that for now.

[ Gwaine has not been educated as to the fine art of wishing. This not only explains why he is not currently sitting atop a mountain of the most random collection of wished-for items since Spike the dragon grew several meters, but also why he is walking into the Lux and heading for the bar. He has no money on him and he is not used to drinking so much water so he is carefully eyeing the place. When he fails to spot anyone, he slides under and behind it. Stealing the first bottle he can find, he attempts to shuffle out without being seen, the bottle hidden against his chest. ]



(( ooc: feel free to stumble into him inside the Lux or when he finally scrambles out into the lobby ))

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[impetuous]

[ He shrugs, preferring idly swinging the sword than looking at Zelos. ]

[wilder]

[He's quiet for a long moment as he debates what to say, idly playing with one of the knives on the table. ]

...I get you.

I used to hate a certain group of people, because my mother was murdered by one.

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine blinks at Zelos, lips parting as he cants his head to the side. ]

Why was she...?

[wilder]

[another pause before he talks; his voice pointedly detached. Everyone in Meltokio knew the story, it's not something he could exactly hide...but he hated thinking about it]

They meant to kill me. My old man had had an affair with a woman from that group. After he died...I was to inherit his title.

The woman he had the affair...decided to murder me so her daughter would inherit the title instead, so she could have a better life. But she missed and my mother got caught in the crossfire.

[impetuous]

[ He approaches the table to set the sword carefully on top. He says simply, ] I'm sorry.

[ He drums his fingers on the tabletop, a thoughtful look on his face. ]

She sounds crazy. Bastard children don't have a right to titles; that's why they're bastards. Besides girls can't inherit.

[wilder]

[He makes an unamused snort] For one who hates nobles, you sure sound like one, brat. Do remember that bastard's still my sister and that's the last time I want to hear that word come out of your mouth about her.

[Seriously, you can call him nearly every insult under the sun and he'd shrug it off. YOU DON'T TOUCH SELES]

Besides, that's not the point of this little story time.

[impetuous]

[ Give the kid a break. He might hate them, but as the eldest (and only) male in the house, he was still raised to be lord. Regardless, he looks appropriately contrite. ]

Sorry.

[wilder]

[For Zelos about Seles this is giving a kid a break man. He shrugs and crosses his arms again. He left out parts of the story on purpose. Kid doesn't need to know his mom hated him, that his sister was locked away- that he blamed himself more than anyone else...]

People from that group...they hurt a lot of other people too. Lots of people hated them, I was never questioned for hating them after what happened. At least, not until I traveled with a pair of people from that group...and they became my friends.

That whole time? I was wrong. No matter what pain I had gone through, it's wrong to hate a group of people for what individuals choose to do.

You get what I'm saying?

[impetuous]

But they're all the same. There's not one a single one worth dying for.

[wilder]

I'll get to the sacrifice part in the moment, but have you met every single noble out there?

[impetuous]

Met enough. I've been to court.

[wilder]

You've been to one court. That's not every noble.

And I'm not telling you to go die for any noble. It's your life to live and you only get one- so if you have to die you should make it count for something you truly think is the right thing.

I'm just saying...don't write people off just because they come from a group. That's all.

[impetuous]

[ He is not convinced. However, this new turn of conversation is making him uncomfortable. ]

Fine.

[ He picks up the knife closest to him to slide into the holster hidden inside his sleeve. ]

[wilder]

[It's okay he's always uncomfortable by these talks so he stretches out and goes back to his cheerful tone]

But enough of that~!

Are you already stashing weapons again?

[impetuous]

They're mine. [ Not really. ]

[wilder]

No they're not.

[impetuous]

Yes, they are. Even if they weren't, how would you know?

[wilder]

Those daggers were made for someone muuuch bigger than you, brat. You can tell by the handle. And they're not the sort you use for stealth, which is how you're using them.

If they were your weapons, you'd know exactly how they should be used.

[impetuous]

I inherited them. [ No, he didn't. ] And I keep them hidden because I don't want people to see them and try to take them. They're mine. [ Arthur would beg to differ. ]

[wilder]

I see. [He knows you're lying]

So you'd be willing to swear on your father's name that these are yours?

[impetuous]

[ You rat bastard. ]

I don't have to prove anything to you. Besides they're mine now.

[wilder]

You say that, yet you refuse to swear on his name?

Hmmmm...why don't I believe you?

[impetuous]

Don't talk about my father!

[wilder]

I haven't said a thing about him. It's common to swear on your title or your family or your parents.

But this is all about you, brat.

[impetuous]

Don't mention him either!

[ He finishes grabbing his things, prepared to leave. He does not owe Zelos any explanations. ]