log; welcome to roland, morgan

[hammy]

[Congrats, Morgan. You're... well, you probably have no idea where you are. Judging from the surroundings, though, it seems to be a noble's home, late at night. The hallway is mostly dark, illuminated only slightly by light coming from other rooms, the air is silent—

—and then there sure is a knife flying straight at you.]

Comments

[intendance]

I think I'll be able to handle it! I'll try to not get blood on the floor, all right?

[a smiiile and she finishes off her food.]

Should be interesting, at least.

[hammy]

You're cleaning it up if you do.

[There's another pause, as something occurs to him, and he scowls.]

Damn it, though... People are gonna wonder why I've got some random girl living with me. Gah, I can just hear the taunts now...

[intendance]

[...oh. hm.]

Is that a problem?

[quizzical look goes here.]

I mean, you're not a philanderer, so--

[hammy]

[a sigh]

No, but knowing them, they're gonna be coming up with... weird ideas. Ones that I really, really don't wanna think about.

[intendance]

But you know they aren't true, so what does it matter? Just ignore them.

Or-- Well, you told me once that the victor is always right!

[physical violence, look what you've taught her.]

[hammy]

Yeah, but I don't even wanna be thinking about it!

[shudder]

Ah, well. I don't really need to talk with any of them unless I'm gathering information or whatever anyway.

[intendance]

[...hm.]

Well, I can't help you there. You just need to learn how to put things out of your mind as well as I can!

[:'D]

[hammy]

[Well, he technically is an expert at that, but in the 'kill off your emotions to get the job done' kind of way—]

You mean be an airhead like you? No way. Paaaaaaass.

[intendance]

You don't have to be an airhead, per se, I think. Just don't worry about what other people think!

Why's it bother you so much, anyway?

[hammy]

It's not so much the fact that they think anything about me as it is what they'll be thinking in itself.

[... he's not sure if Morgan understands what he means—]

[intendance]

[...yeah, he expression is totally blank.]

...?

I don't see much of a difference.

[hammy]

[He scowls.]

You do realize what they'll be thinking, right? The first thing they would assume about a girl at a Hidden Elite's place?

[intendance]

...Thaaat...he must really like her?

[she assumes this is why he's being so dodgy about it.]

[hammy]

[... He looks like he wants to facepalm, but instead settles for pressing his fingers against his forehead.]

Nooooo, you dumbass, they're gonna think you're some kind of prostitute!

[intendance]

[. . . . . .]

Oh.

Well that's silly! I mean obviously you're in love with Pia so.

[shruuuug]

[hammy]

[He stares.]

First, they don't know about her. I don't really bother talking about my personal life, since it's not like anyone would listen anyway.

Two, I'm pretty sure a lot of them don't understand what it's like to be in love with someone. Too bad for them, really. Well, I guess being in love is pretty stupid... but it's Pia, so it's worth it! Going back to the original subject, though, it wouldn't surprise me if 'loyalty' wasn't a thing to them.

And third... while I don't care what they think about me, the idea of you and I—and that—it's just grooooss!

[intendance]

[And she's laughing. Yeeeep.]

It is kind of weird, but you didn't have to think so hard about it!

[hammy]

Shut up! I'm not as empty-headed as you!

[intendance]

Well, maybe you should try.

[:'D]

Especially for something like this.

[hammy]

Believe me, I really, really don't wanna think about it...

[intendance]

[And she's laughing, yep.]

Then don't! Think about something else, and don't worry about what everyone else is thinking! And if they try to shove it in your face, punch them in theirs.

[hammy]

Well, most of them probably wouldn't say it to my face, exactly. Fear and respect go a long way, after all.

[intendance]

See? Then you're fine! Who cares what they think; by now they should know that they're wrong way too much.

[hammy]

It's still a gross thought. Just thinking about it... Blegh.

[He shudders again, before scoffing.]

As if. As far as the Hidden Elites are concerned, they're never wrong. Ever.

[intendance]

Then stop thinking about it! Gods, you're still a kid regardless!

[Morgan, he was the one who had to explain it to you--]