Part I.
"Percival!"
The Zexen knight paused when he heard his name called, his tray in his hands.
"Over here, Percy!"
Percival looked up, his eyes lighting up in recognition when his gaze fell upon his fellow soldier, Borus Redrum. He nodded and headed towards the table where his friend sat. The mess hall was quite crowded this afternoon, what with the training going on that week. It had been hours since Percival had been able to take a break from the class he'd been instructing, and seeing his close companion was a welcome sight.
"How've you been?" Percival asked pleasantly. "We haven't been able to sit down and talk for some time now. Tell me what you've been up to."
Borus took a swig of his beer. "Same old, same old," he sighed. "I tried to find you, you know."
"Oh?" Percival began lathering his mashed potatoes with the warm, melting square of butter on the end of his knife.
"I hear you've been busy."
Percival shrugged, putting a forkful of potatoes in his mouth.
"Dammit, don't act so indifferent with me, Percival!"
The knight looked up at his friend's angry countenance. "What's wrong, Borus?" he asked in confusion.
"What are you doing?" Borus cried.
Percival stared at him. "What are you talking about? I don't get what you're trying to say, Borus. You're going to have to explain it to me if you want me to understand whatever it is you're hinting at!"
Borus rolled his eyes. "The whole castle's talking about it, Percy. And after that performance you gave in Nadir's dumb play, it's no wonder," he sulked.
"Oh!" Percival cried in sudden understanding. He smiled warmly. "You mean Rody."
"Oh!" Borus mocked. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, you bastard!" Borus slammed his fist on the table so hard his mug tipped over and their silverware rattled. Nearby conversations ceased as people began turning their heads.
Percival was still confused, but starting to get angry. "I'd like to know just exactly what the hell your qualm is with Rody," he growled.
"I don't have any qualms with Rody," Borus hissed, quietly now so that they were no longer drawing so much attention. "My problem, is that you're with Rody."
Percival shook his head, perplexed. "What are you trying to tell me, Borus?"
"You know damn well what I'm trying to tell you!"
"I do not!"
"Liar!"
"What the hell are you saying?"
"That I'm jealous, you son of a bitch!"
Percival stared in surprise at the angry face glaring at him. Then he burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Borus demanded.
His friend just stood and picked up his tray. "You are," he laughed. He kept laughing until he was out of the cafeteria and on his way back to the training field.
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"Percival!"
The Zexen knight paused when he heard his name called, his tray in his hands.
"Over here, Percy!"
Percival looked up, his eyes lighting up in recognition when his gaze fell upon his fellow soldier, Borus Redrum. He nodded and headed towards the table where his friend sat. The mess hall was quite crowded this afternoon, what with the training going on that week. It had been hours since Percival had been able to take a break from the class he'd been instructing, and seeing his close companion was a welcome sight.
"How've you been?" Percival asked pleasantly. "We haven't been able to sit down and talk for some time now. Tell me what you've been up to."
Borus took a swig of his beer. "Same old, same old," he sighed. "I tried to find you, you know."
"Oh?" Percival began lathering his mashed potatoes with the warm, melting square of butter on the end of his knife.
"I hear you've been busy."
Percival shrugged, putting a forkful of potatoes in his mouth.
"Dammit, don't act so indifferent with me, Percival!"
The knight looked up at his friend's angry countenance. "What's wrong, Borus?" he asked in confusion.
"What are you doing?" Borus cried.
Percival stared at him. "What are you talking about? I don't get what you're trying to say, Borus. You're going to have to explain it to me if you want me to understand whatever it is you're hinting at!"
Borus rolled his eyes. "The whole castle's talking about it, Percy. And after that performance you gave in Nadir's dumb play, it's no wonder," he sulked.
"Oh!" Percival cried in sudden understanding. He smiled warmly. "You mean Rody."
"Oh!" Borus mocked. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, you bastard!" Borus slammed his fist on the table so hard his mug tipped over and their silverware rattled. Nearby conversations ceased as people began turning their heads.
Percival was still confused, but starting to get angry. "I'd like to know just exactly what the hell your qualm is with Rody," he growled.
"I don't have any qualms with Rody," Borus hissed, quietly now so that they were no longer drawing so much attention. "My problem, is that you're with Rody."
Percival shook his head, perplexed. "What are you trying to tell me, Borus?"
"You know damn well what I'm trying to tell you!"
"I do not!"
"Liar!"
"What the hell are you saying?"
"That I'm jealous, you son of a bitch!"
Percival stared in surprise at the angry face glaring at him. Then he burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Borus demanded.
His friend just stood and picked up his tray. "You are," he laughed. He kept laughing until he was out of the cafeteria and on his way back to the training field.
If you like this story, check out the online manga at !!!