Jadeite's never waited impatience out
Theme: Blade of Grass (#43) – theme taken from 101_Kisses
Genre: General/slight humor
Rating: PG
Strategically, Jadeite crept close, silent, though it was probably unnecessary, as his prey had been unconscious for several days now. Still, without his powers, Jadeite needed to release some energy, and sneakiness had always been a good remedy.
Leaning alongside Nephrite's body, far away enough to stay decent thank-you-very-much, he plucked a single piece of greenery from the soft dirt and gingerly reached out towards Nephrite's face.
Delicately, at first, he tickled the inside of Nephrite's large nose.
With no initial reaction, Jadeite figured, 'He's got a big nose.'
Having decided that, he pushed the blade less tentatively against the walls of Nephrite's nose.
Nephrite's head twitched.
Jadeite drew back jerkily, his hand shaking in anticipation.
When Nephrite did not wake up, Jadeite repeated his movements, this time persisting until Nephrite, eyes still closed, slapped Jadeite's hand away. In the process, hitting his nose slightly at the same time.
"What the hell?" His voice was groggy, he was completely disorientated, and his body hurt like hell. But he could still make out a kneeling Jadeite smirking at his discomfort.
Looking past Jadeite and then back again, Nephrite's scratchy voice asked the next logical question that occurred. "What is _that_?"
Jadeite turned in time to see Helios' wings bristle and extend, before Helios brought them under control once more, folding them and turning abruptly.
Standing and extending a hand to his fallen friend, Jadeite said, "_That_ is what's stopping us from getting out of _here_." He gestured around him indifferently.
Nephrite let his head fall back to the ground with a thud. Jadeite's tone and vagueness told him he'd be better off if he had remained indisposed.
Or at least kept his mouth shut.
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