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[fortunefail]

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If I ever catch either of you near Martel again, I won't hesitate to run you through. Consider this a fair warning.

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[Of course, telling two murderous assholes to back off is like inviting them to your doorstep, which is exactly where Yuan will be. Well, his front lawn, to be more precise. If they are stupid enough to show up, at least he'll have a nice excuse to follow through with his threat. As much as Martel insists these guys have been punished enough, Yuan wouldn't mind having them pay a bit more.

If you happen to be passing by house #8, feel free to bug him. He doesn't seem to be doing much besides sitting on the grass and sketching something on a piece of paper.]

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[fortunefail]

Hm. [He puts his pencil down in the grass and reaches out to take Martel's hand, hoping to entwine his fingers with hers. He doesn't mind cooking, not really.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[She'll lace their fingers willingly, now looking with curiosity down at the paper. Knowing Yuan, he'll explain it to her pretty willingly.] So what has your pencil to paper today?

[fortunefail]

[He holds it out for her to see, but she probably won't be too interested. It's a blueprint for some sort of engine, and though the vehicle it's supposed to power hasn't been fully drawn, she might be able to recognize the lower half of a Rheaird.]

I requested one of those when I was drafted and the Malnosso were more than willing to provide. A shame I couldn't bring it back with me.

[He didn't even use the damn thing in battle. All he did was tinker with it in his spare time. That's not the point, though.]

Sorry for the delay. Midterms this week.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

Why couldn't you? [She figures it's something like a rheaird, with how familiar he seems to be with the shape and proportions.]

[fortunefail]

I wasn't allowed to.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

That's not fair. [But she seems more amused than indignant.]

[fortunefail]

Hm. It's not as if I particularly need one of these at the moment. It can wait a bit longer. [Though it would've been nice to tinker with one, just to keep himself busy.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

We can keep an eye on the shops. Some of the pieces or materials might just turn up?

[fortunefail]

I'd need something to power it, first of all. Magitechnology is the only kind I can work with, which is useless without environmental mana.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

Might someone else know a way to convert it?

[fortunefail]

Only the Malnosso. [Well, John and "Rem" as well, but those two are even less likely to lend their assistance.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

...Hm. [Well, there went hopefulness.] It would've been nice for you to have a hobby.

[fortunefail]

[He looks up at her, eyebrows contracting into a frown.] What's that supposed to mean?

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[She's sure she's offended him, so a hand quickly comes up to rest on his cheek, an attempt to stop the offense in it's tracks.] Peace, Yuan. I didn't mean to upset you. I simply meant... that I know how you hate to be idle.

[fortunefail]

[He releases a harsh breath through his nose, eyes averting from Martel's gaze again.] Yes, well... I can find something else to keep myself busy.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[Dang it, she's upset him. =/ She'll let the hand drop from his cheek to down around his opposite shoulder, and her other hand will wrap around to meet it. Here, have a hug, Yuan. And she'll be resting her forehead on your shoulder for a few moments, before looking up at you.

[fortunefail]

[Upset is an awfully big word. His pride simply suffered a small blow, as tends to happen quite often. Even so, he won't say no to a hug. When she wraps her arms around him, he returns the embrace with somewhat of a helpless smile. He's not letting go when she looks up at him, either.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[Oh, neither is she. She was just checking to make sure she's cheering him up.] It's a nice day, at least? [But she saw his smile, so she's half-joking with her attempt to 'look at the bright side'.]

[fortunefail]

[Martel is one of the extreme few who can actually cheer Yuan up, even when he isn't feeling that bad in the first place.] If it wasn't, we wouldn't be sitting outside like this in the first place.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not. I, personally, enjoy the rain.

[fortunefail]

You can enjoy the rain from inside the house. I don't want you catching a pneumonia.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[She wants to say she'll be perfectly fine in the rain, she'd sat in it before they were together plenty of times and nothing had gone wrong. But instead, she says the next best thing:] Your worry is unnecessary, but sweet nonetheless.

[fortunefail]

[Unnecessary? Martel is the kind of woman who caught Chronic Angelus Crystallus Inofficium, which is a one in a million affliction, for crying out loud. He can worry as much as he likes when it comes down to her health. He can't bring himself to object, though.] ... You'd do the same for me, no doubt.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

In an instant. [And for the record, that is NOT the same as pneumonia. =| ]

[fortunefail]

[Of course not. Pneumonia is easier to catch.] Then, I'll be sure to force you inside when the weather takes a turn for the worse.