"It's not even lit, you stupid bastard!" Benedict snips from the floor, very much trying to arrange himself so as to minimize his discomfort. "I should never have let you touch it anyway, you're so fucking filthy I'm surprised it hasn't molded."
For a moment, Benedict just stares up at him in sullen disbelief, looking every bit the child he insists he isn't. But, because he isn't a child, he is able to reason that he'd rather not sign up for a round two-- would Colin do that? maybe it's best not to find out-- and it might be best to cut his losses on this one.
But he's not going to be happy about it.
He gets up, casts a sulky glare at Colin as he passes him, and goes out, letting the door slam shut behind him. Fine.
"Edgard," he calls grudgingly, since the man can't have gone too far, just up or down the stairs.
There's a sense they're talking past each other. Benedict cants his head uncertainly, narrowing his eyes at Edgard like he can't quite pin what he wants to say. Maybe he's misunderstood.
"...why did you call Colin 'Maman'?" If Edgard thinks they were just fooling around, there's nothing to worry about.
Benedict watches after him for a moment, then turns around to go back up the stairs, trying to be as poised about it as possible for someone whose ass hurts.
He'll see Colin standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. He gestures into the room with his head.
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"OUT."
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Content to play the damsel, he doesn't intervene.
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“Are you going to fight me then?”
He bends his head down to meet his eyes in challenge.
“Go on. I’m getting my smoke.” And steps past him.
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"You can have this," he hisses, holding the joint just out of reach, "if you leave. There's no elfroot in the hookah so that's pointless anyway."
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"I should never have let you touch it anyway, you're so fucking filthy I'm surprised it hasn't molded."
Someone's having a bad time.
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He leaves without a word.
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"Go apologize for what you said."
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"What? Why?"
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He gestures toward the door, already bummed that he's probably not getting laid after all.
"You wanted consequences? This is consequences."
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But he's not going to be happy about it.
He gets up, casts a sulky glare at Colin as he passes him, and goes out, letting the door slam shut behind him. Fine.
"Edgard," he calls grudgingly, since the man can't have gone too far, just up or down the stairs.
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“Yes?”
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Benedict fights with himself for a good ten seconds before he mutters, "sorry. For saying that."
He doesn't sound too sorry.
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“No, you’re not.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But, I am sorry for barging in and messing with you.” He sounds pretty genuine.
Edgard still doesn’t move or look at him. He takes insults pretty hard.
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With an exasperated sigh, Benedict pushes his hair back out of his face. Fine, maybe he feels a little bad, but just a little.
"...maybe just don't tell anyone about it," he mumbles, lowering his voice considerably.
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“Why?” He turns around and looks up now. “I won’t.” He reassures him. “But, why?”
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"...because--"
His face begins to flush, at least as much as it can for one of his complexion.
"--well because it's. Private." Did he just show his hand by accident?
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“Alright.” He says. “Just nothing wrong with it, that’s all.”
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Maybe he's misunderstood.
"...why did you call Colin 'Maman'?" If Edgard thinks they were just fooling around, there's nothing to worry about.
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“He’s Sunbeam’s Maman.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
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"All right," he concedes, and sounds rather relieved. Then he starts to turn back, his mind shifting gears entirely.
...and then he turns toward Edgard again.
"You know," he says, with more confusion than malice, "...if you're that sensitive about it, why don't you just clean yourself more?"
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“I just—don’t seem to be fitting in very well.” He waves his hand like he’s swatting the thought away and turns to go.
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At that, Benedict actually seems to feel a shred of remorse.
"Well it's-- I was just--" He fights with the words for a moment, then sighs. "...I panicked. I said it just to hurt you. So you'd leave."
It hasn't been one of his prouder days, on the whole.
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"Excuses acceptées" He says in Orlesian. "Be nice to Maman."
And heads down the stairs.
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Benedict watches after him for a moment, then turns around to go back up the stairs, trying to be as poised about it as possible for someone whose ass hurts.
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"I lit the hookah," he says. "You earned it."
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