[the oh so enlightening commentary from the audience comes during a break from the swearing so flynn ends up hearing it loud and clear. of course someone had to have seen that, of course. wait, that voice... there's no mistaking who it belongs to. of all the people to have seen that...
he turns in the direction it came from, but ends up setting his gaze a foot or two off from the mark.]
...Sir Leon?
[yup, despite their prior bout and despite thinking leon's a stuck up, irksome prick, that title remains. leon is, after all, a knight and titles are a must for knights. slacking with proper titles would be ill-fitting of a future commandant.
but thankfully, his thoughts are his own and flynn can think leon's a prick to his little knightly heart's content.]
[precious child was lost the moment stahn opened his mouth about not letting leon's bs slide. thanks, stahn!
leon speaking again does two things: firstly, it allows flynn's eyes to move ever closer to where leon really is, though they still remain oddly off and too high and secondly, it causes an immediate frown to form on flynn's face. how kind of him to ask if everything was all right. is leon really this incapable of manners?
sigh. all signs point to yes.]
Nothing noteworthy enough to concern yourself with.
[...walking into poles is normal. totally.
flynn pokes at his head and winces immediately. a little harder and that would've been a nice concussion. wonderful. what a great day this is turning out to be. thank god for healing artes. the same hand doing the poking hovers over the area as flynn casts a first aid.]
[sorry, leon!! flynn's salty mood prevents him from seeing that as anything but being a brat.
those silent steps coupled with flynn's preoccupation with treating his head make him completely unaware any movement takes places. needless to say, he starts when leon's voice suddenly comes from another spot than it previously had. when had he--? ugh, damn sneaky brat!!
any chance of playing it off slips away with that startling, too. flynn sighs while lowering his hand.]
You suspect correctly. I haven't been able to see for some time now.
[He doesn't ask the obvious questions. He doesn't ask why Flynn is out and about on his own. It would be galling for Leon, too, to have to depend on other people--it was, while he was unable to use his legs. He won't ask that at all, because he's pretty sure he has a good idea why, and why he'd try to hide it too.
It's a weakness, and one that other people can't know about.
So instead, he just crosses his arms.]
I see.
[And that's that, he'll leave it at that.]
Was there a particular destination you were aspiring to, or are you simply wandering aimlessly in an attempt to grow used to your lack of sight?
[flynn actively expects that sort of response. why is he out? isn't dangerous? does he need help? people have been kind about it, but their kindness has made flynn feel about as useless as it gets. knights cannot burden so many others so constantly. they need to stand on their own feet. suddenly not being able to do so is a hard truth to swallow. he won't ever say he hates this sort of kindness, but... he does. he hates how it reminds him of a weakness that cannot seem to be gotten rid of.
when leon doesn't many any such commentary, it comes as a pleasant surprise. someone like leon might understand better than most the effect of saying such things. huh, maybe this encounter won't be all that unpleasant, after all.
some of the tension eases out of flynn's shoulders as he turns the direct leon's voice is now coming from.]
The latter. I've been attempting that ever since the initial onset of the blindness but cannot seem to make any progress whatsoever.
[the number of times he's nearly gotten a concussion while going to the bathroom... who knew walking a couple feet could be so dangerous!]
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he turns in the direction it came from, but ends up setting his gaze a foot or two off from the mark.]
...Sir Leon?
[yup, despite their prior bout and despite thinking leon's a stuck up, irksome prick, that title remains. leon is, after all, a knight and titles are a must for knights. slacking with proper titles would be ill-fitting of a future commandant.
but thankfully, his thoughts are his own and flynn can think leon's a prick to his little knightly heart's content.]
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But honestly... he can't even figure out what's going on here. He steps closer despite himself, blinking and tilting his head, and--]
What the hell are you doing?
[WHY ARE YOU RUNNING INTO POLES.
And he's not oblivious to how Flynn's gaze is somewhat off.]
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leon speaking again does two things: firstly, it allows flynn's eyes to move ever closer to where leon really is, though they still remain oddly off and too high and secondly, it causes an immediate frown to form on flynn's face. how kind of him to ask if everything was all right. is leon really this incapable of manners?
sigh. all signs point to yes.]
Nothing noteworthy enough to concern yourself with.
[...walking into poles is normal. totally.
flynn pokes at his head and winces immediately. a little harder and that would've been a nice concussion. wonderful. what a great day this is turning out to be. thank god for healing artes. the same hand doing the poking hovers over the area as flynn casts a first aid.]
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He frowns a little at that, though, crossing his arms. It's pretty clear.... Flynn's still not tracking him properly.
So Leon tests it.
He steps quietly and lightly to one side, and doesn't say anything--and watches Flynn's gaze as it doesn't follow him. Well. Well then.]
So I suspect you cannot see, then.
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those silent steps coupled with flynn's preoccupation with treating his head make him completely unaware any movement takes places. needless to say, he starts when leon's voice suddenly comes from another spot than it previously had. when had he--? ugh, damn sneaky brat!!
any chance of playing it off slips away with that startling, too. flynn sighs while lowering his hand.]
You suspect correctly. I haven't been able to see for some time now.
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It's a weakness, and one that other people can't know about.
So instead, he just crosses his arms.]
I see.
[And that's that, he'll leave it at that.]
Was there a particular destination you were aspiring to, or are you simply wandering aimlessly in an attempt to grow used to your lack of sight?
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when leon doesn't many any such commentary, it comes as a pleasant surprise. someone like leon might understand better than most the effect of saying such things. huh, maybe this encounter won't be all that unpleasant, after all.
some of the tension eases out of flynn's shoulders as he turns the direct leon's voice is now coming from.]
The latter. I've been attempting that ever since the initial onset of the blindness but cannot seem to make any progress whatsoever.
[the number of times he's nearly gotten a concussion while going to the bathroom... who knew walking a couple feet could be so dangerous!]
I CAN'T BELIEVE I MISSED THIS IN MY INBOX...
But he's just not the sort of person who would argue that. After all, he would do the same as Flynn in Flynn's place.]
Hm. It is possible that this place is interfering with more than merely your vision.
[Leon crosses his arms, thoughtful.]
It is unlikely that you would be unable to adapt after all of this time, even if a little.