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percivalthegale) wrote2009-01-07 10:11 pm
percivalthegale) wrote2009-01-07 10:11 pm
Prose log with Louis (includes Secret Santa)
Who: Percival and Louis (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
knight_louis)
When: today, upon Louis' return to the castle
Where: Louis' room
What: gift exchange time - and Louis gets to tease his old friend
The arrival of Louis was beneficial for the whole castle, but Percival had his own reasons for greeting his friend. With a gift bundled under one arm, he went around to Louis's room to call on him, rapping on the door with the cast on his left arm.
"Come in!" Louis called happily from inside the room. It was so nice to be back and he finally felt useful by bringing some supplies to the castle. He was scooting around the room, his wooden leg dragging a bit on the rough floor, putting away clothing from his suitcase.
"Delivery for Mr. Keeferson," Percival sang as he entered, all smiles. "Well, look at you, saving the day. So to speak. Welcome back, Louis."
"So to speak is right," Louis answered, offering his hand to his friend. "When you said ice, I didn't expect blade drifts! But how're things? Cause any trouble in my absence?"
Percival shifted his bundle to the other arm in order to clasp Louis's hand warmly. "Unfortunately, no, I've been terribly well-behaved," he grinned. "Falling on the ice and breaking my wrist was a perfectly uninteresting event."
Noticing the cast on Percival's arm, Louis nodded, shaking hands with a smile. "At least you're keeping the infirmary staff busy, then. It isn't too bad, is it?"
"Oh, no," Percival assured. "A minor break, they said. It should take about a month to heal, maybe less if I behave myself. Yes, the ice is something, isn't it?" he added incredulously. "In all my winters I've never seen it like this."
"That's good news, at least." Louis gestured to the couch in the room. "Let's have a seat. Do you want something to drink?"
"If you've brought back something interesting with you, then certainly," Percival replied, moving over to have a seat. "A small nip to keep warm, we'll say."
Louis smirked. "I wish it was a 'small nip' when you taught me to drink as a squire." He took a bottle of a white merlot from one his bags. "Rare vintage. I think even Borus would be jealous."
"Some lessons have to be learned the hard way," Percival teased back. Then his eyes widened upon seeing the bottle. "Ooo~ well. I am certainly in your debt today, good sir. Many times over."
"I'll collect on the debt I'm sure," Louis said, opening the wine. With a grin, he took two glasses from the shelf and poured. "With the kid on the way, I'll be looking for a babysitter."
"Ah, right. Are you sure you want to leave your children in my care?" Percival laughed, accepting one of the glasses. "Come to think of it, Miss Bernadette was saying something about babysitting. Perhaps she would be up for the job?"
Louis set the bottle down and then took a seat in the chair next to the sofa. "All joking of past indiscretions and libations aside, I trust you, Percival."
Percival smiled modestly. "Thank you, Louis. I would be pleased to help you out with anything you need. For starters..." He slid the parcel to him and placed it on the edge of the sofa, between the two of them. "Your gift. It's for both you and Apple."
Taking the package, Louis smiled, but looked at Percival before opening it. "And, my friend, when I finally do get married, I'd like you to stand up for me."
Percival's dark eyes sparkled. "Certainly! I would be honored, Louis. I...yes, absolutely." He grinned brightly, taking a sip of wine as he waited for Louis to unwrap the handmade quilt and matching baby blanket.
Louis beamed. "Well, I'm glad that's settled. Now...this gift." He began to open the package, carefully tearing the paper as if he were meticulously moving pieces about a chess board.
"Oh, it's not made of glass," Percival teased. "Come on. It's a little something both for you and Apple, and an extra something for the baby."
With the box finally opened, Louis looked into it curiously...Louis pulled a beautiful quilt from the box. "It's very pretty...and obviously handmade. You aren't quilting now, are you, Percival?" he teased. "But really, this will be wonderful for the cold nights."
"Me? Of course not," Percival said. "I don't know where I'd get the time. Some of my mother's friends in Iksay have a little quilting group."
"They did some beautiful work on this," Louis said, holding up a matching baby blanket. "I'll have to send them a letter. It's a great present and I know Apple will love it. Thank you, my friend."
"You're quite welcome," Percival said after another sip of wine. "Knowing how things can get, I thought adding in the blanket for the baby's crib would help you in advance."
Louis set the presents down and took a sip of his wine as a mischeveious smile spread on his lips. "I drew your name so I got you something extra special in Vinay del Zexay." He pointed to a box on the bed. "If you could get it?"
Percival gave him a suspicious look. "Why does that tone of voice worry me? Nevertheless..." He set his glass aside and went to fetch the box, threatening to give it a shake to try and guess what it was in advance.
Trying to hold a straight face, Louis took another drink. "It's only the finest for you, my friend. Only the finest." The box is soft; there's nothing rattling inside, either.
Peering curiously, Percival sat down with it and began unwrapping it. "I don't buy that look for one second, Louis, and you know it."
Inside the box was a bright, Zexen orange sweater with a giant black heart knit into the center of it with a Zexen-gold "P" knit in the center. Louis held a tight poker face. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Percival held it up, gazing at it, his brows knitting first in confusion, then exasperation. "Honestly, Louis, have you been conspiring with my mother? She's always wanted an excuse to give me something...initialed."
"Oh no," Louis said. "But I'm sure she'd love to see you in it! You must put it on for Apple. She worked so hard on it!"
Percival blinked widely. "Oh? Oh...oh. I see. Well...yes, when I see her later, I will have to wear it so she can see." He laughed, then. "It's very unique, I will give you that."
"It's a chick magnet," Louis said, nearly snorting the wine through his nose. He couldn't hold his laughter back any more. "Hahah...well, I have something a little less...vibrant...for you as well." He pointed to a box on the high dresser. "If you would?"
Percival rolled his eyes. "I swear. I've taught you far too well. If I weren't injured and you weren't so slow, I'd come over there and hit you." He settled for ruffling Louis' hair as he passed on his way to the dresser. "But then, that's what the secret santa can be for, when you draw the name of an old friend. You never know, I might even wear it."
"I would pay you 100 potch to wear it." Louis teased and smiled as his hair was ruffled. Ah, to be able to move quickly again...yes, he wished that more than anything, but he'd been getting used to making do. The box on the dresser was considerably larger than the one the dreadful sweater came in.
"Oh, for a hundred potch I'd do it. Make it a thousand and I'll get up on the stage in the tavern with it." Percival laughed at the mere thought, bringing the second box back. "Goodness, how did you lug all this stuff up here? It's a good thing you're still young."
Louis laughed at that. Young...well...he didn't really feel young. "A thousand it is, then. And you must sing one of the dreadful ribald ballads that Borus taught me. The one about the young lady losing her corset...I think that one would be most appropriate."
"Borus taught you that one?" Percival snorted. "Funny, since he just about died of blushing when Captain Galahad taught it to both of us. Now...what have we here?"
"That's interesting," Louis said, imagining the infamous Swordsman of Rage with a blush on his face that was not from too much wine. In the box there is a new leather halter for Midnight, a brass plate with his name engraved on it on the cheekpiece. Also, a matching leather belt with a buckle of the Zexen crest for Percival.
Percival's eyes widened in wonder at the true gift. "Oh, Louis, these are splendid. Absolutely wonderful, thank you. I will make good use out of them, I'm sure."
"I'm glad you like them," he said, raising his glass. "But you still must wear that sweater. There's money invovled now."
"Never let it be said I back down from a challenge," Percival chuckled. "Thank you, Louis. Everything is wonderful, well worth the wait for you to be able to travel."
((ooc note: yes, Louis gave Percival the Phoenix Wright "P" sweater. XD Yay for senses of humor!))
knight_louis)When: today, upon Louis' return to the castle
Where: Louis' room
What: gift exchange time - and Louis gets to tease his old friend
The arrival of Louis was beneficial for the whole castle, but Percival had his own reasons for greeting his friend. With a gift bundled under one arm, he went around to Louis's room to call on him, rapping on the door with the cast on his left arm.
"Come in!" Louis called happily from inside the room. It was so nice to be back and he finally felt useful by bringing some supplies to the castle. He was scooting around the room, his wooden leg dragging a bit on the rough floor, putting away clothing from his suitcase.
"Delivery for Mr. Keeferson," Percival sang as he entered, all smiles. "Well, look at you, saving the day. So to speak. Welcome back, Louis."
"So to speak is right," Louis answered, offering his hand to his friend. "When you said ice, I didn't expect blade drifts! But how're things? Cause any trouble in my absence?"
Percival shifted his bundle to the other arm in order to clasp Louis's hand warmly. "Unfortunately, no, I've been terribly well-behaved," he grinned. "Falling on the ice and breaking my wrist was a perfectly uninteresting event."
Noticing the cast on Percival's arm, Louis nodded, shaking hands with a smile. "At least you're keeping the infirmary staff busy, then. It isn't too bad, is it?"
"Oh, no," Percival assured. "A minor break, they said. It should take about a month to heal, maybe less if I behave myself. Yes, the ice is something, isn't it?" he added incredulously. "In all my winters I've never seen it like this."
"That's good news, at least." Louis gestured to the couch in the room. "Let's have a seat. Do you want something to drink?"
"If you've brought back something interesting with you, then certainly," Percival replied, moving over to have a seat. "A small nip to keep warm, we'll say."
Louis smirked. "I wish it was a 'small nip' when you taught me to drink as a squire." He took a bottle of a white merlot from one his bags. "Rare vintage. I think even Borus would be jealous."
"Some lessons have to be learned the hard way," Percival teased back. Then his eyes widened upon seeing the bottle. "Ooo~ well. I am certainly in your debt today, good sir. Many times over."
"I'll collect on the debt I'm sure," Louis said, opening the wine. With a grin, he took two glasses from the shelf and poured. "With the kid on the way, I'll be looking for a babysitter."
"Ah, right. Are you sure you want to leave your children in my care?" Percival laughed, accepting one of the glasses. "Come to think of it, Miss Bernadette was saying something about babysitting. Perhaps she would be up for the job?"
Louis set the bottle down and then took a seat in the chair next to the sofa. "All joking of past indiscretions and libations aside, I trust you, Percival."
Percival smiled modestly. "Thank you, Louis. I would be pleased to help you out with anything you need. For starters..." He slid the parcel to him and placed it on the edge of the sofa, between the two of them. "Your gift. It's for both you and Apple."
Taking the package, Louis smiled, but looked at Percival before opening it. "And, my friend, when I finally do get married, I'd like you to stand up for me."
Percival's dark eyes sparkled. "Certainly! I would be honored, Louis. I...yes, absolutely." He grinned brightly, taking a sip of wine as he waited for Louis to unwrap the handmade quilt and matching baby blanket.
Louis beamed. "Well, I'm glad that's settled. Now...this gift." He began to open the package, carefully tearing the paper as if he were meticulously moving pieces about a chess board.
"Oh, it's not made of glass," Percival teased. "Come on. It's a little something both for you and Apple, and an extra something for the baby."
With the box finally opened, Louis looked into it curiously...Louis pulled a beautiful quilt from the box. "It's very pretty...and obviously handmade. You aren't quilting now, are you, Percival?" he teased. "But really, this will be wonderful for the cold nights."
"Me? Of course not," Percival said. "I don't know where I'd get the time. Some of my mother's friends in Iksay have a little quilting group."
"They did some beautiful work on this," Louis said, holding up a matching baby blanket. "I'll have to send them a letter. It's a great present and I know Apple will love it. Thank you, my friend."
"You're quite welcome," Percival said after another sip of wine. "Knowing how things can get, I thought adding in the blanket for the baby's crib would help you in advance."
Louis set the presents down and took a sip of his wine as a mischeveious smile spread on his lips. "I drew your name so I got you something extra special in Vinay del Zexay." He pointed to a box on the bed. "If you could get it?"
Percival gave him a suspicious look. "Why does that tone of voice worry me? Nevertheless..." He set his glass aside and went to fetch the box, threatening to give it a shake to try and guess what it was in advance.
Trying to hold a straight face, Louis took another drink. "It's only the finest for you, my friend. Only the finest." The box is soft; there's nothing rattling inside, either.
Peering curiously, Percival sat down with it and began unwrapping it. "I don't buy that look for one second, Louis, and you know it."
Inside the box was a bright, Zexen orange sweater with a giant black heart knit into the center of it with a Zexen-gold "P" knit in the center. Louis held a tight poker face. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Percival held it up, gazing at it, his brows knitting first in confusion, then exasperation. "Honestly, Louis, have you been conspiring with my mother? She's always wanted an excuse to give me something...initialed."
"Oh no," Louis said. "But I'm sure she'd love to see you in it! You must put it on for Apple. She worked so hard on it!"
Percival blinked widely. "Oh? Oh...oh. I see. Well...yes, when I see her later, I will have to wear it so she can see." He laughed, then. "It's very unique, I will give you that."
"It's a chick magnet," Louis said, nearly snorting the wine through his nose. He couldn't hold his laughter back any more. "Hahah...well, I have something a little less...vibrant...for you as well." He pointed to a box on the high dresser. "If you would?"
Percival rolled his eyes. "I swear. I've taught you far too well. If I weren't injured and you weren't so slow, I'd come over there and hit you." He settled for ruffling Louis' hair as he passed on his way to the dresser. "But then, that's what the secret santa can be for, when you draw the name of an old friend. You never know, I might even wear it."
"I would pay you 100 potch to wear it." Louis teased and smiled as his hair was ruffled. Ah, to be able to move quickly again...yes, he wished that more than anything, but he'd been getting used to making do. The box on the dresser was considerably larger than the one the dreadful sweater came in.
"Oh, for a hundred potch I'd do it. Make it a thousand and I'll get up on the stage in the tavern with it." Percival laughed at the mere thought, bringing the second box back. "Goodness, how did you lug all this stuff up here? It's a good thing you're still young."
Louis laughed at that. Young...well...he didn't really feel young. "A thousand it is, then. And you must sing one of the dreadful ribald ballads that Borus taught me. The one about the young lady losing her corset...I think that one would be most appropriate."
"Borus taught you that one?" Percival snorted. "Funny, since he just about died of blushing when Captain Galahad taught it to both of us. Now...what have we here?"
"That's interesting," Louis said, imagining the infamous Swordsman of Rage with a blush on his face that was not from too much wine. In the box there is a new leather halter for Midnight, a brass plate with his name engraved on it on the cheekpiece. Also, a matching leather belt with a buckle of the Zexen crest for Percival.
Percival's eyes widened in wonder at the true gift. "Oh, Louis, these are splendid. Absolutely wonderful, thank you. I will make good use out of them, I'm sure."
"I'm glad you like them," he said, raising his glass. "But you still must wear that sweater. There's money invovled now."
"Never let it be said I back down from a challenge," Percival chuckled. "Thank you, Louis. Everything is wonderful, well worth the wait for you to be able to travel."
((ooc note: yes, Louis gave Percival the Phoenix Wright "P" sweater. XD Yay for senses of humor!))
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