Catch-all: Claude

[ercnerd]

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Week 0: Monday

[ercnerd]

[Should Claude enter the coffeehouse at the start of the day, he'll be greeted by a muffled yawn from Sieghart, who's nursing a disposable cup of steaming liquid. He blinks drowsily at Claude.]

Uh? You're up early. Have you eaten yet?

[shaft]

[ Claude is a morning person, despite everything else about him, so he's surprised to see Sieghart in the coffeehouse. ]

I haven't, not yet. But I could say the same for you! I hadn't expected to see anyone awake so early in the morning.

[ercnerd]

Today's the first official day, and I slept almost all of yesterday.

[He takes a sip. Ah, caffeine.]

Don't forget to eat before you go to class. You shouldn't skip a meal, no matter how busy you are.

[shaft]

[ He blinks, a little disoriented. ]

You really have the countenance of a father. Is that on purpose?

week 0, thursday, cuewfer

[shaft]

[ Claude is going to pull Sieghart aside for this, away from the children who are very prone to breakdown, and hope that Lucretia can keep them stable in the meanwhile. ]

So what do you make of this? I don't want to alarm the others, but I'm trying to figure out if we should anticipate a fight.

[ercnerd]

[The children are prone to breakdown.

Sieghart is prone to rage, but there's no reason to point his anger at Claude. He readjusts his grip on the hilt of his sword.]

It's the first time anything like this has happened. We should be prepared for anything.

[shaft]

[ dislike ]

What if the doors are locked for our protection? [ He glances back toward the windows, grim. ] Have you ever heard growling at night?

week 1, monday, library

[shaft]

[ Claude is asleep.

There is a book in his hand and a book on his face, and his feet have been thrown over the back of the couch while his head rests on the seat.

But he's sliding, soon to hit the ground.

Rescue him, Sieghart... ]

[ercnerd]

[In the brief window of time between Claude's descent and inevitable fall, Sieghart ponders whether or not he should wake him up. A fall from a couch isn't going to kill anyone. It would be pretty funny, even—proper entertainment after everything that's happened.

He decides that he'll leave it up to Claude as he comes to stand in front of the couch.]

Hey, Claude. You're going to fall if you don't wake up.

[shaft]

[ You left him alone again, Sieghart. What about their yaoi romance?

Anyway, Claude slides neatly off the couch, groggily awake when he hears Sieghart, just in time for his head to bonk gently into the ground.

He doesn't seem very bothered. ]

Thanks... for your assistance.

Week 1: Saturday

[ercnerd]

[It's getting late, which means it's time to head upstairs and stretch his legs on a bunk.

Sieghart lifts his head from the couch, takes one look at the stairway, and decides that he won't be hopping any more stairs tonight. With the words of his fear glowing dimly against the bandaid on his face, he shoves his left arm under his head and closes his eyes. Good night.]

[shaft]

[ stares at him ]

That's no place for an injured man such as yourself.

[ercnerd]

Mm, speak for yourself.

[His eyes are still closed.]

As long as I keep my leg straight, anywhere is perfect for me.

week 6, sunday, field

[shaft]

[ When Sieghart decides to stretch his legs and explore the field, he might notice a shadow suddenly above him, a familiar lizard hovering over his head.

It's Claude's wyvern. Claude himself waves from the bleachers. ]

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart doesn't wave back, but he does watch the wyvern overhead before heading over to Claude.]

Yo, Claude. What are you doing here?

[shaft]

Just stretching my legs.

[ He gives Sieghart an amused look. ]

I'm surprised to see you alone.

Week 0: Thursday

[ercnerd]

[Come noon, Sieghart reclines on a lounge chair by the pool with his oversized sword propped up beside him. He's not here to tan, being clothed as he is, but to nap out in the light. He's having a grand time by himself.]

[shaft]

[ HE WON'T BE ALONE FOR LONG ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ercnerd]

[Curses (not).]

Don't you know that you're not supposed to disturb someone's nap?

week 0, saturday, prison

[shaft]

[ Hello, wanders over to Sieghart's jail. Good thing Claude doesn't know that Sieghart hates his guts. ]

So now you've been on both sides, hm?

[ercnerd]

[Cease.

Sieghart faces the bars from his seat on the lower bunk.]

It's not over yet. There's still tomorrow.

[shaft]

Of course, I don't imagine you'll go down without a fight.

Today made that quite evident.

week 5, sunday

[shaft]

[ Claude will visit Sieghart in his bedroom! ]

Hey. Feeling well enough for a visitor?

[ercnerd]

[The door swings open. There's Sieghart, dressed down to an unbuttoned striped shirt and gray slacks. The left sleeve hangs loosely off his shoulder, while faint scars line his left jaw and right hand.]

Oh? I wasn't expecting you.

[But that's not a no. In fact, he steps aside to let Claude inside.]

[shaft]

I'm hurt, Sieghart. You don't think I'd want to check on you?

[ comes in! ]