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Yukihiko enjoyed hunting, but even he was beginning to get tired of it. Crowley, the dickwad he is, refuses to pay for even simple needs like food and water. If Yukihiko still had his wallet, he'd pay for everything himself.
Oh well. Hunting is fun.
Despite looking like a ghost most of the time, he camouflaged well in the woods. Slowly traversing through the underbrush, he pauses at the sound of movement from afar and takes aim.
One shot to slow, another to kill.
The muffler of Yukihiko's rifle quiets most of the noise as a bullet flies and lodges in his target's arm.
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WHAT A GREAT NIGHT TO HUNT. NOTHING CAN GO WRONG. he and the now vice housewarden of pomefiore even agreed on a schedule. of sorts. though he's aware that the hunter will be bugging him sometimes for some asinine reason, the wolf is fine with it. after all, now he can get some good shit for the dorm and eat without the concern of being shot in the leg with an arrow-
Yukihiko is damn sure he nailed his target perfectly, but when he goes to actually see what he shot he freezes in place. Not because it was a person, he's killed hundreds by now, but because he's surprised the guy is still alive.
A tall figure dressed in black tactical gear is the culprit, and when he removes the hood the figure brushes out long white hair. Eyes the color of garnets glint in the moonlight that danced through the leaves.
“Well, fuck. You're not what I was hunting.” No shit, who would be hunting with a sniper rifle?!
The prefect, apparently. What the fuck.
WHY CAN'T ANYONE IN THIS SCHOOL BE NORMAL.
Yukihiko sighs and crosses his arms, then he puts his gun away safely. Seriously, what kind of psycho hunts with bullets the size of a grown man's hand?
WHY CAN'T ANYONE IN THIS SCHOOL BE NORMAL INDEED. WHY IS THE MAGICLESS PREFECT HUNTING WITH A FUCKING SNIPER. the wolf has never trusted the prefect, honestly. he's clutching his arm and the wound stitching itself back together feels like a really, really bitchy cramp and- okay well this is much worse than a cramp.
“ headmage ain't feedin' ya? ” he jokes, though does not lower the barrier. “ i'd be surprised if i was what you were try'na hit. . . ”
sighing, the wolf grits his teeth and puts more magic into the healing spell. his blot spike is atrocious. he might . . need to go see the infirmary. oh well . . along with the sigh, he laughs, his ears on alert, “ what the hell are you hunting then, little magicless? if you hit any closer to my chest i'd be dead. ”
. . . mmm. from impact, not blood loss. maybe he'd live. considering the radius of this wound, only an inch closer inward and he would indeed be dead. good luck explaining that to gramps. . .and carmine. well, he doubts that the prefect would explain.
“No, I don't eat people. I was hoping to find larger game. But, considering the proximity to the school, I'm not surprised.” Yukihiko doesn't take the term 'magicless' too harshly. To be honest, he doesn't really care.
“I don't usually hunt, though. I mostly just shot people from tall buildings.”
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Yukihiko enjoyed hunting, but even he was beginning to get tired of it. Crowley, the dickwad he is, refuses to pay for even simple needs like food and water. If Yukihiko still had his wallet, he'd pay for everything himself.
Oh well. Hunting is fun.
Despite looking like a ghost most of the time, he camouflaged well in the woods. Slowly traversing through the underbrush, he pauses at the sound of movement from afar and takes aim.
One shot to slow, another to kill.
The muffler of Yukihiko's rifle quiets most of the noise as a bullet flies and lodges in his target's arm.
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WHAT A GREAT NIGHT TO HUNT. NOTHING CAN GO WRONG. he and the now vice housewarden of pomefiore even agreed on a schedule. of sorts. though he's aware that the hunter will be bugging him sometimes for some asinine reason, the wolf is fine with it. after all, now he can get some good shit for the dorm and eat without the concern of being shot in the leg with an arrow-
Yukihiko is damn sure he nailed his target perfectly, but when he goes to actually see what he shot he freezes in place. Not because it was a person, he's killed hundreds by now, but because he's surprised the guy is still alive.
A tall figure dressed in black tactical gear is the culprit, and when he removes the hood the figure brushes out long white hair. Eyes the color of garnets glint in the moonlight that danced through the leaves.
“Well, fuck. You're not what I was hunting.” No shit, who would be hunting with a sniper rifle?!
The prefect, apparently. What the fuck.
WHY CAN'T ANYONE IN THIS SCHOOL BE NORMAL.
Yukihiko sighs and crosses his arms, then he puts his gun away safely. Seriously, what kind of psycho hunts with bullets the size of a grown man's hand?
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
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── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
"How.. kind of you to take the blame."
It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.
"Sure, Give it here."
More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student
Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.
“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”
Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.
"What do I do with it now?"
He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.
“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.
“So you'll want to stick these two pieces into the keyhole and try to move the pick around until you hear a click.” Pyotr is meticulous, gently guiding Elisei's hands to slowly turn and fidget with the lockpick until the lock clicked open softly. Then he stood back up and opened the door to grab his bag from inside the room.
Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.
He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.
He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Did you find it?"
“Yeah I found it. Have you figured it out now?” Pyotr asks while gesturing to the bag on his shoulder. He locks the door and shuts it behind him like they were never there, and then pulls out his phone to check what all he's missed while his bag was locked away.
Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.
"I think I understand now."
Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.
As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.
"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."
“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.
“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.
It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.
Elisei had taken the time after Pyotr's leave to go back to Diasomnia, not thinking much of what he said as he stood outside his dorm room.
He patted down his clothes in hope to find his key but he couldn't find it, although he was sure he'd kept it safe.
That conniving jerk! Elisei realised Pyotr must have taken the key when he wasn't looking, now he has to go and see his irritating face again.
"That jerk..I'm going to strangle him."
He murmurs before storming off in search for the culprit.
Pyotr was actually doing work when Elisei found him, tending tables in Mostro Lounge with that same suave grin that made Elisei want to punch him in the face.
Conniving asshole.
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
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── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
"How.. kind of you to take the blame."
It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.
"Sure, Give it here."
More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student
Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.
“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”
Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.
"What do I do with it now?"
He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.
“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.
“So you'll want to stick these two pieces into the keyhole and try to move the pick around until you hear a click.” Pyotr is meticulous, gently guiding Elisei's hands to slowly turn and fidget with the lockpick until the lock clicked open softly. Then he stood back up and opened the door to grab his bag from inside the room.
Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.
He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.
He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Did you find it?"
“Yeah I found it. Have you figured it out now?” Pyotr asks while gesturing to the bag on his shoulder. He locks the door and shuts it behind him like they were never there, and then pulls out his phone to check what all he's missed while his bag was locked away.
Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.
"I think I understand now."
Elisei reassembled the small rectangular box and handed it back to him, once more dusting himself off.
As a habit he crossed his arms and looked around. Before looking back to the Octavinelle student.
"Why must you get into all sorts of trouble? I just don't see how it's worth it."
“I find my ways to get out of it.” Pyotr replies smoothly as he returns his kit to his blazer pocket and gives Elisei a cheshire smile.
“Now then, my apprentice, if you ever need help with a lock you can't get into, you know where to find me!” Cocky jerk. Pyotr bows with a flourish and walks off.
It's only when he's gone does Elisei realize the key to his dorm room has been stolen.
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"Ay, Emrys. Didny think ye'd be 'ere so early." Malcolm greeted as he entered the designated area for the archery club. He beelined for the rack that the bows were kept on and picked up his favorite one, then made his way over to the actual shooting range.
He looked... more tired than usual. and the long-sleeved jacket of his uniform was displaced in a way to reveal faint slivers of pale scar tissue on top of freckled skin.
Malcolm knocked an arrow on his bow and pulled the string back, then released to watch the arrow fly and hit the target in the dead center. Bullseye.
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“ ah! hello, my friend, ” emrys greets, in that clear voice of his. “ i rise with the sun, ” he shrugs, by way of a cryptic explanation. “ the birdsong marks dawn; i thought i might as well get a head start, no? ”
he's holding his bow already, of course - and in the practised fashion of the hunters of eryn lasgalen, emrys nocks an arrow. he draws his bow and releases said arrow so fast it's a blur to the human eye: to his fae eyes, of course, the story is quite different. “ are you doing quite alright? you seem a little down. ” his polite way of remarking on malcolm's current state.
even as he's turned away, the arrow hits its mark, cutting through the string that holds up a practise dummy. The aim is meant to be to shoot the dummy itself - but who is he if not a little extra? “ the song of the trees sounds pleasant today, ” he says. nocks another arrow. pulls his hand back till it reaches his cheek. not too far or the arrow hits your hand. release. a rhythmic, half-musical fashion.
“No' much. Jus' a wee bit doon today.” Malcolm watches Emrys' arrow fly and nocks another two himself, pulling his hand back to his own ear.
Breathe. Release.
The two arrows fly and hit the ropes holding up the two dummies between where Malcolm was standing.
“I learned 'at wan from you.”
“ a shame, ” hums emrys. nock-draw-loose. an easy rhythm he has grown very used to over the centuries (and centuries and centuries, for people will always speak of the agelessness of the wood elves). “ i always prefer to see you cheerful, my friend. ”
saying ‘a laugh like a bell’ sounds cliche. in instances where it is true, however - it's hard to avoid. emrys lets out a light sort of laugh that sounds sort of like windchimes. “ and i am glad to be an adequate teacher, ” he says, with a movement that half-resembles a curtsey. “ and especially to such a competent student. ” he is surprisingly good at understanding malcolm's accent. probably because in the fae tongue, he's in the same boat.
“Mair than adequate, really. But not t'worry, I'm feeling better already jus' from talking to you'se.”
Malcolm shoots with the same ease. While he may not have centuries of experience under his belt, he's always had a talent for archery. His dorm mates joked it was destiny for him to become Rook 2.0, Malcolm believed no one would be able to reach Rook's level of eccentricity.
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When you go hunting, do you prefer the silence of an arrow or the efficiency of a bullet? Yukihiko prefers the latter, but he still appreciates the life given for what it is.
Yukihiko stalks the woods surrounding NRC like a snow leopard prowling a mountaintop for prey, effortlessly camouflaged despite his unorthodox appearance. He adjusts the muffler on his rifle, running a reverent hand down the metal barrel.
The sniper's footfalls are quiet against damp earth, and boots pause when Yukihiko turns to look behind him.
The twip! of an arrow being released catches his attention and he jerks out of the way before it can graze his cheek, lodging in a tree trunk behind him.
“Awfully rude.”
there is no movement for a second. no sign of life other than what was already in the trees; flora and fauna as it should be. no rustling of the leaves on the floor, either - the wind disturbs the trees for a second, and there is nothing but silence.
suddenly, very suddenly - a figure swings down from one of the trees. at first upside down, hooked on a branch by his legs, and then flipping off in such a smooth fashion that it makes it look easy. a longbow is fixed to his back. “ you should not be here, ” he says at first, face cold and distant. “ should you not? ”
“I was unaware I needed permission to feed myself.” Yukihiko turns on the safety of his gun and straps it to his back before crossing his arms and looking at Emrys with a mix of a pout and a scowl.
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Yukihiko enjoyed hunting, but even he was beginning to get tired of it. Crowley, the dickwad he is, refuses to pay for even simple needs like food and water. If Yukihiko still had his wallet, he'd pay for everything himself.
Oh well. Hunting is fun.
Despite looking like a ghost most of the time, he camouflaged well in the woods. Slowly traversing through the underbrush, he pauses at the sound of movement from afar and takes aim.
One shot to slow, another to kill.
The muffler of Yukihiko's rifle quiets most of the noise as a bullet flies and lodges in his target's arm.
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When you go hunting, do you prefer the silence of an arrow or the efficiency of a bullet? Yukihiko prefers the latter, but he still appreciates the life given for what it is.
Yukihiko stalks the woods surrounding NRC like a snow leopard prowling a mountaintop for prey, effortlessly camouflaged despite his unorthodox appearance. He adjusts the muffler on his rifle, running a reverent hand down the metal barrel.
The sniper's footfalls are quiet against damp earth, and boots pause when Yukihiko turns to look behind him.
The twip! of an arrow being released catches his attention and he jerks out of the way before it can graze his cheek, lodging in a tree trunk behind him.
“Awfully rude.”
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
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── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
"How.. kind of you to take the blame."
It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.
"Sure, Give it here."
More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student
Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.
“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”
Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.
"What do I do with it now?"
He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.
“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.
“So you'll want to stick these two pieces into the keyhole and try to move the pick around until you hear a click.” Pyotr is meticulous, gently guiding Elisei's hands to slowly turn and fidget with the lockpick until the lock clicked open softly. Then he stood back up and opened the door to grab his bag from inside the room.
Elisei's eyes widened briefly when Pyotr knelt beside him and helped him pick the lock, only to stand back up and walk inside after opening the door.
He blinked slowly, before wiping his hands on his school uniform. It was an odd feeling and he didn't have time for that. He just crossed his arms once more and waited.
He pocked his head into the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Did you find it?"
“Yeah I found it. Have you figured it out now?” Pyotr asks while gesturing to the bag on his shoulder. He locks the door and shuts it behind him like they were never there, and then pulls out his phone to check what all he's missed while his bag was locked away.
Fucking Professor Crewel, confiscating his bag because he didn't go to detention for ONE week. At least he got Elisei to unlock it for him.
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Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
"How.. kind of you to take the blame."
It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.
"Sure, Give it here."
More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student
Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.
“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”
Elisei took the small container and turned back to the door, he opened the box to take the lockpicks inside, staring at the small equipment.
"What do I do with it now?"
He was puzzled, he'd never quite seen a lockpick nor had any actual experience picking said locks before.
“...Okay, let me run through the steps.” Pyotr kneels behind Elisei and uses his own hands to guide the Diasomnia student's movements.
“So you'll want to stick these two pieces into the keyhole and try to move the pick around until you hear a click.” Pyotr is meticulous, gently guiding Elisei's hands to slowly turn and fidget with the lockpick until the lock clicked open softly. Then he stood back up and opened the door to grab his bag from inside the room.
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
"How.. kind of you to take the blame."
It was half sarcastic and half genuine, he wasn't sure if Pyotr actually meant it. But he just nodded to the other words the latter said before he knelt down next to the door, Elisei couldn't believe he was picking a lock.
"Sure, Give it here."
More brief words, as he held his hand out, waiting, while glancing at the Octavinelle student
Pyotr dug in his pocket for a moment, then handed Elisei an inconspicuous rectangular container and then rested his weight on the wall behind him.
“We probably won't get caught. It's the weekend.”
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
"Of course, this scammer wants to break into a place, I cannot believe you're taking me to lockpick the film club, are you serious?"
His tone was definitely spiteful as he spat the words out, rolling his eyes but continued to follow the man.
It wasn't like he was actually going to learn anything from those books, but he really wanted to know what was in the box from long ago.
“I'll take the blame if we get caught, alright? And besides, I'm in the club. I can just say I didn't want to bother Housewarden Schoenheit.” The club room was not that far really, and once they got there Pyotr gestured to the locked door with a flourish and stepped aside.
“Do you need a kit? I keep an extra on me in case I forget my bag somewhere.”
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
He just kept looking irritated, but stood up and pushed his chair in. Elisei moved his hair from his shoulder before crossing his arms.
"I know I'm going to regret this.."
He muttered to himself before speaking up, more clearly this time.
"So, where are we going?"
He watched Pyotr with a careful gaze, there was something mildly familiar, but he couldn't work it out and brushed it off.
“We're gonna break into the Film Research's club room because I forgot my bag in there.” He replies with a shrug, already making his way out of the library.
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei reached up to take the book back, but instead let his hand fall to the side. Decidedly not to make a fuss out of Pyotr taking his book.
He thought quietly, as much as he didn't want the conmans help, it was probably needed after all he'd tried almost everything he knew.
"Fine, Just this once I'll take your offer."
“Wonderful, then I can really show you how to properly lockpick. This rubbish book wouldn't have done you any good anyway.” Pyotr snaps the book shut and tosses it back on the desk before adjusting his tie.
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Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
"I wouldn't paint you as the 'Caring' type."
The latter just paused, before speaking up again. But this time opening the book to the pages he was at.
"I suppose I've been reading about lockpicking."
Not in a criminal way, he just wanted to know how to unlock something that seemed to be the only other thing he had with him.
Elisei didn't hear the uttered words of Pyotr, but he still couldn't hide his clear annoyance.
“Lockpicking? Well that's a new one for you. I know a few things about it if you'd like to learn from something that isn't just some dusty old book.” Pyotr didn't let the jab get to him, simply grinning as he plucked the book from Elisei's hands and flipped through it haphazardly.
“Yeesh, this is less like an instruction manual and more like a history textbook.”
Elisei was. Different now. He still did things and said things that reminded Pyotr of their childhood bond, but things became tense when Elisei suffered a head injury and Pyotr was admitted to a private boarding school.
Seeing him again at Night Raven but knowing that they wouldn't be able to rekindle their bond due to a lot of things that really were Pyotr's fault, well it kind of hurt.
Not that the conman would ever show that, of course.
Pyotr tried not to think about it, about how he remembers being the one making Elisei laugh and now being the one to make him unbearably angry. Oh well, at least Elisei still gave him attention.
"Eli~ You're looking a little lost in thought. Is there something the matter, sweetheart?" Pyotr put on his best suave grin and walked up to where Elisei was sitting in the library, placing on hand on the desk and leaning almost uncomfortably close.
@preservedfrostbite | Pyotr Lebedev
── "It's you. Of course it is, shouldn't you be off scamming people in that dorm of yours?"
Elisei had spoken a brief amount, sharp and clear. Putting his book down as he turned slightly to look at the conman who was VERY close to him.
He didn't remember much of his childhood after the head injury all he could recollect was a locked box his grandfather had given him, in which he didn't have the key for.
He didn't remember how close these two used to be when they were kids, but now all he could feel was a sense of deep hatred.
“You're so cold to me, Elisei. I'm only concerned about my dear classmate, nothing more.” Pyotr pouted, standing straight up and crossing his arms.
“You never used to be like this when we were kids... What are you reading, hmmm?”
