boggart aftermath

[woodfortono]

[he's at the training grounds, but he's just kind of... sitting, his sword in his hands, looking incredibly exhausted

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[moefortono]

I know. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to hear it.

I'm used to being called stupid, or slow, so that's never bothered me. But everything else they said, that's a lot worse. A lot scarier, to me.

[woodfortono]

Well, it's crap. [rubbing your back a little, shifting his grip on you to hold a bit more gently]

[moefortono]

[Giggles a little.] Well, I'm still glad you think it's crap.

[That's the closest to swearing you'll get out of me.]

[woodfortono]

[reaches up to muss your hair gently, ffff, you are so cute]

[moefortono]

[I'm just me.]

Is there anything I can do? To make you feel better, I mean.

[woodfortono]

M'okay. [draws back a little to look at you]

What about you?

[moefortono]

[Smiles, a lot more convincingly than last time.]

I'm okay, too.

[woodfortono]

...good. [musses your hair again gently]

[moefortono]

[Laughs some, halfheartedly swatting at his hands.]

Chiaki! Goodness.

[woodfortono]

[his face eases when you laugh]

What!

[moefortono]

Don't you know that you shouldn't mess up other people's hair?

[Rather obviously joking, but reaching up and mussing his hair, to make the point.]

[woodfortono]

Ha! Go ahead, like I'll notice.

[moefortono]

That's true, you do always sort of look like you just woke up.

[woodfortono]

[pushes his hair mostly back into place, grinning]

Hey!

[moefortono]

[Laughing again.]

I thought you said you weren't going to notice!

[woodfortono]

[THIS FACE]

[moefortono]

[This face right back!]

[woodfortono]

[ugh why are you so cute]

[moefortono]

[If I had any idea that I was, I might try to come up with an explanation.

It would be ridiculous, but I would try.]

[woodfortono]

[THAT JUST MAKES YOU CUTER]

[moefortono]

[Here I thought it just made me a bubblehead.]

[woodfortono]

[nope, cute]

[moefortono]

[Bless you.]

So, did you come out here just to sit?

[woodfortono]

Nah. Wanted to train, but... [holds up his very bandaged hands]

[moefortono]

[Very gingerly reaches out to take a look.]

Why is it that it's always your hands, Chiaki? [It's good-natured, though.]