im being rude.

[thelionspurr]

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[thelionspurr]

[ After their...strange field trip encounter. Being back at the school is refreshing. He can nap in peace and only run into Vil at housewarden meetings. Neither of them speak of the instance that came betwixt the both of them and perhaps that was for the better?

Whatever, today Leona has chosen his napping spot as the garden, near plants and herbs that people WOULD commonly come here to gather.

His ear will flick at any footsteps, he knows Ruggie's by now...and a few select others. ]

[poisonista]

[ If there's one thing he's exceptionally good at, it's making it seem like there is absolutely nothing wrong at all with him. If even Rook, who watches him more closely than anyone, can't tell anything is off, then he must be doing a good job of it.

It's been some weeks since that trip, and he definitely hasn't wanted to think about it. But at least coming to the botanical garden gives him something of a distraction, and since he's not a beastman, it's not like he can tell by scent that someone is here. No one should be at this time, anyway.

He's just going to busy himself with gathering some flowers he needs and humming to himself. ]

[thelionspurr]

[ He doesn't need to see him, or smell him. The very tune Vil is humming could be heard by anyone with ears. Footsteps, and the voice itself dictate who has trampled onto his sleeping grounds...yet again.

He opens one eye and watches the gathering for now, any closer and Leona is liable to be stepped on, or completely disturbed.

He wonders, briefly, if Vil always hums to himself when he is alone. ]

[poisonista]

[ He may even be singing a bit of it oh my god someone did a male cover do you know I've looked for a good one for months—

Anyway, he thinks he's alone so of course he's going to hum and sing a bit. He needs to keep his voice trained after all and he actually seems like he's enjoying himself while collecting some cuttings. ]

[thelionspurr]

[He won’t interrupt him, honestly. He also won’t admit he likes hearing Vil’s singing voice, it’s better than his speaking voice for sure. Not as infuriating, not as annoying.

Hmph!

He lets out a yawn, and shifts onto his side to keep listening. Unless he’s been noticed!]

[poisonista]

[ He's done with the song and that means— he hears the yawn alright, which makes him freeze. Not that he has any objection to anyone listening to him, but he thought he was alone!!

He turns immediately and—

Oh. That tail. His face immediately attempts to go red but he's controlling himself. ]

Shouldn't you be in class, Kingscholar?



[ Augh, why is it him?? ]

[thelionspurr]

Shouldn’t you?

[His tail swishes just a little bit. Would that Vil could use his bitchy tone a little less.

He relaxes back where he was, closing his eyes. ]

This is my napping spot, and I will be napping again. As soon as you turn around and leave.

[poisonista]

I've got a free period before potions. And I'm certain you don't, considering I overheard Professor Trein call you for roll twice when I passed his class.


[ He's just a little embarrassed, okay. ]

How long have you been laying there? You're going to end up repeating a grade if you keep skipping like this.

[thelionspurr]

All morning. Professor Trein gets all of my work, s’fine.

[He is so sleepy Vil, please. He is also depression napping. Please let him depression nap. ]

Go away or keep getting your dumb flowers.

[Someone is cranky. ]

[poisonista]

[ The fuck, Leona. He's just going to walk over and set his flower cuttings aside to crouch and poke him in the shoulder. ]

This isn't the kind of example you should be setting as a housewarden.

[ Not that Vil's going to tell anyone but he is going to bother him. ]

And if you're so unwell you need to sleep all morning, then why are you here and not at the infirmary?

[thelionspurr]

M’not sick. I just sleep a lot.

[ Why would it matter to this prissy Queen anyways. He huffs under his breath, smacking Vil’s hand away.]

I have a sinking feeling that you aren’t going to go away this time and I will have to tolerate you asking me questions.

[He has to tell himself Vil doesn’t care that deep anyways. ]

[poisonista]

That's hardly healthy. And of course I'm going to ask you questions. It's bizarre enough that someone who leads the Spelldrive team as well as you do is being this lackadaisical where it comes to your academics.



[ Of course, he cares— as he does for Pomefiore, and he sighs as he reaches out to dust off his hair. ]

And you're getting leaves in your hair and grass stains on your uniform— honestly. It's no wonder Ruggie has his hands full.

[thelionspurr]

Why are you concerning yourself with my business?

[He doesn’t quite understand why and how. Why Vil was concerning himself in his business like this.

He turns away. ]

One more warning, I feel generous today. Leave, or finish getting your clippings.

[poisonista]

Because—


[ Actually, he has no real reason. Damn it. ]

— you're sleeping on the flowers I need, so move. And don't tell me what to do. I'm not here for you.


[ He just wants those flowers growing at the tree base. Yeah. Absolutely not worried for Leona.

Never mind that those flowers aren't used in any potions at all, so unless Vil was adding them for decoration, they're pretty useless. ]

[thelionspurr]

Then get them? I’m not stopping you.

[ There are plenty of flowers around him that are in reach. So he’s not sure why Vil would have the ones he has slept on.

Speaking of that. He does close his eyes again.]


Leave me be once you get your flowers.

[poisonista]

[ He frowns, but he can't really argue. Still, picking those flowers keeps him near him, they're scentless and pretty but ultimately only serve as a soft base to the tree and nothing more. He does reach out over Leona's head to pick the ones near it though, fingers brushing across the side of his ear. ]

... here I thought you knew that resting on them makes them more durable. The flowers help with making the ground by the tree comfortable. They're called shelter blossoms for a reason. Some will put them into pillows for better rest, because even the smallest amount can make it comfortable.

[ He's not sure why he tells him that, but. Maybe it's just a way to rile him up too? See some life from him? ]

If you're using them as your excuse, at least least be respectful for what they provide.

[thelionspurr]

[He flicks the ear once it is brushed. Vil is aggravating and even more so when he is right.

So reluctantly he sits up. Is that what Vil wanted? They’re also in close range again, faces not but a few centimeters apart.]

Grab em’ then, if ya want them so bad. The ones underneath me.

[poisonista]

[ He's just kneeling beside him to gather them so when Leona sits up and he finds himself looking at him, he can't help but think of how handsome he is once more.

It's a brief moment of weakness, his hand over the small white cotton-like blossoms there, and distracted by this irritating but distracting lion prince. But he quickly looks aside and begins to pick up the ones from under Leona, to gather them separately, all too aware of Leona watching him.

Once he has gathered them, he pauses. ]

You've got some in your hair.

[thelionspurr]

S’what happens when you lay in the flowers, Schoenheit.

[He finds himself distracted with how handsome Vil is this closely. He’s always frustratingly perfect.

He gazes at him for a moment before turning his head.

He won’t admit he didn’t mind the visit. ]

[poisonista]

Hold still, then.

[ He's just going to reach up and carefully pick them out of the dark strands of Leona's hair, that mane that always seems to be perfect despite how unruly it is.

He's so jealous.

His touch is light, though— he's taking care to pick them out without breaking any hair or hurting him. All the while he's more than aware of the deep rumbling sounds from Leona, too. ]

... are you purring?

[thelionspurr]

So what if I am?

[Small simple motions like that are enough to make the biggest cats purr. He isn’t so complicated to deny someone picking flowers out of his hair feels somewhat nice.

He keeps his face turned away, Vil is still very close to him and still not letting him resume his depression nap. It’s rude. Vil is so rude. ]

Pleased now? Ya gonna leave me alone now?

[ Leona is so sure the answer is no.]

[poisonista]

It's not a complaint. I've just never heard one like yours, is all.


[ It's cute, but he's not actually saying that out loud.

Once he's done picking the flowers out, though, he watches him for a bit. ]

Do you really want me to leave? You could have chased me off much sooner if you did.

[thelionspurr]

[What is a beastman to make of this situation? Vil obviously wants to be in his space. He obviously takes issue with Leona being here during classes.

So is this to rile him up?

Is this to chase him off?]

No point in exerting the energy it takes to run the likes of you off.

[ He turns his face back. Maybe if he goes nose to nose with Vil…]

Didja miss me?

[poisonista]

[ He actually would leave, and was planning to after giving him a little provocation there. But excuse him, he's not taking the remark that he's not worth the effort sitting down-

But he blinks when Leona brings his face close and lifts an eyebrow, not moving his own away. ]

I've better things to miss. You just happened to be here while I was gathering.


[ He folds his arms. ]

Really, you should be grateful. Here I am being concerned for a fellow Housewarden. It's no skin off my back if you miss class, but it's my duty to ensure you're reminded of it.


[ He's such a good Vil, isn't he. ]

[thelionspurr]

How you wound me. Ask a guy if he’s purring and then leave like they’ve pissed on your entire day. How’d ya like if someone did that to you, huh?

[ He’s just being a little shit, for show, mostly. But he knows h started shit the last time, and he will absolutely do it again. So he leans in, closer still to Vil. Letting their lips brush.]

I am entirely gracious. Can’t you tell? What do you want me to do? Call you a good boy? Tell you how good you are? No one tell ya that back at Pomefiore?