concoursec | (no subject)

Character(s): Leo (

ishisfriend), Elliot Nightray (

isntyourfriend)
Location: Dorm A219
Rating: G. Maybe PG if it descends into uh, furniture throwing.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: There are times when one must apologise.

Swimming has been a rather dismal affair- Leo had not been too tired to notice that some of the other students had seemed more sluggish than usual but that had been more of an observation. He was more concerned about what he had to do after the class was over- which basically was the reason why he was standing outside Dorm A219 now.

He had, after all, told Elliot that a gentleman should never behave more difficult (than was expected; he wasn't worried about Elliot being a pushover because well, Elliot tended to be the type to shove others, not the other way round) and it would be hypocritical of him to not listen to his own advice. After all, the event from this afternoon was his fault, even if he wasn't the one who'd provided the shouting.

He sighed. Things must be done, bridges had to be mended. Knock knock.

"Elliot? It's me, Leo."

Threaded | Flat

Elliot had been feeling restless ever since his failed confrontation with Leo. There were very few people Elliot could attempt to confront and fail, and Leo was definitely one of those people.

But he'd yelled, and he'd come so close to hitting his servant in the face, and yet... He hadn't done it at all, because Leo's silence bothered him a little too much. It was for that reason, though, that he was currently filled with some bottled-up anger. And it was for that reason that Elliot jumped when he heard that knock on the door.

...good thing no one saw that.

If it weren't Leo, he might not have opened that door. But it was, so he opened the door, crossing his arms. "What is it?"