We Must All Change

[wefallinsilence]

Characters: Ienzo and Aeleus
Content: Bros being bros
Location: Aeleus' room
Time of Day: Afternoon
Warnings: None

For all that Ienzo was familiar with the fact that the Satellite did, in fact, occasionally force changes on its inhabitants, he had to say that this latest was the last straw. He'd suffered through being made a pony, and something he still hadn't entirely categorized without so much a complaint. This, on the other hand, is beyond even his ability to tolerate. In short, he is nothing so much as almost adorable (he has no better words for it) and that's something he certainly isn't willing to simply write off. It'll only make things awkward, regardless of how people already tend to see him.

As such, it's tempting to simply remain in his room. Tempting, but perhaps not the most efficient use of his time. Or at least, not the most conducive to doing anything but sit and wallow in his on thoughts. That and he remembers starting a pillownest in Aeleus room during his previous stay and perhaps it's time to see what's come of that, or even if it's still there at all. Still, it's with no small amount of nervous caution that he quietly sneaks down the hall to Aeleus' room. No sense in letting too many people catch him when he feels utterly ridiculous and utterly less than inclined to speak to most people.

There's a breath of a pause, outside of Aeleus' door, and then he knocks quietly. Courtesy, after all, is of the utmost importance even now.

Comments

[thesilenthero]

Aeleus had decided that discretion was the better part of valor and perhaps it would be better to avoid people this week. Completely aside from the balls, pandas, and banana peels, his face was at best disturbing at the moment. He continued to monitor communications in case there was some emergency he could help with, but so far things seemed to be mostly under control.

When he heard the knock at the door, he assumed it must be Ienzo; despite the discussion he still wasn't sure that the others felt particularly comfortable around him. He would have to exert himself to be a productive member of the satellite society again. He opened the door, covering his mouth with one hand.

To his credit, he only stared for a moment before stepping back to give Ienzo room to enter.