Tango

Albel stood there on the balcony, actually feeling a little foolish. He never had to demand for attention from Fayt before…and it bothered him. He looked down at his own hand, the one Fayt slid out of so easily in disbelief then clinched it, making a fist. “Che…” he huffed, trying not to let it get to him and walked back into the room. The clanging of his gauntlet echoed loudly in the quiet room, putting Fayt on more edge then he already was. The blue haired boy pulled the blankets over his head, then sat up when the clanging just got closer and the bed he was laying in depressed on the corner as if someone had sat down. He glared at Albel, who was undoing the hinges of the gauntlet as he prepared for bed and more or less dropped the heavy metal contraption on the floor. The little boy in the opposite bed who was asleep, whined and kicked at his blankets. Detrin sat up for just a moment, looking around the room, confused and sleepy. Fayt and Albel stared at the boy, and Fayt gave Albel’s back a swift kick for waking him up. Albel grunted, but knew full well what it was for, so he didn’t say anything. The child, who wasn’t fully awake, soon collapsed back down and curled back up on his toy, drifting back to sleep…but at least it made Fayt smile. Albel would do the exact same thing sometimes.



Fayt sighed, then eyed Albel, wondering what the father was planning on doing…and from the looks of it, Albel had the nerve to think that he was about to share a bed with Fayt. For being a rough swordsman, however, Albel took a long time getting ready for a night’s rest if he were at an inn. The gauntlet had to be taken off, naturally, but so did his arm wrap, as well as his hair wraps. Albel always took a long soak before going to sleep when he had the chance…but Fayt couldn’t blame him. He sighed, figuring he might as well too, and kicked the blankets off go start the bathwater. He hadn’t showered in…He actually started to count. He couldn’t remember and that was a bad sign. It’s not like he minded so much being dirty though. It was Albel, believe it or not, who got rather picky about his clothes and appearance, then again, Fayt did not grow up having to uphold a Noble image or presence. He did smile as he plugged the tub and started to remove his clothing trying to imagine Albel as a child. The image came up as Detrin with a small book on his head trying to balance and walk as Woltar stood behind him, threatening to beat him with a yard stick if he dropped it.



Albel came into the bathroom soon after his hair was untied, cocking an eyebrow at the semi-nude, giggling man in front of him. “…What is so amusing?” he asked, shutting the door behind him, but reopened it to a crack as he remembered his son was out there still. Fayt was removing his pants at this point, fiddling with all the complex zippers as he leaned on the far wall. “Huh? Oh…nothing…” he snickered again, unable to break the image from his head. Albel blinked, then glared at him, not liking that he was out of this joke Fayt kept to himself. “Then stop laughing like the idiot you are…” he hissed, flinging his long dark hair back and took a seat on one of the bathing stools and filled his bucket up with hot water, then tossed the water over his body. The second bucket, he dumped over his hair, getting ready to wash it….well..then he eyed Fayt. “Are you going to just stand there or make yourself useful?” He had no intentions of washing his own hair.



Fayt smiled, finally getting the last of his giggles out and stepped out of his pants. “Fine Fine…but honestly, if you can’t wash your own hair, why do you keep it so damn long…?” he asked, stepping around and picked up the shampoo pump bottle from the floor as Albel refilled his water bucket, completely nude as well now and dripping wet. “You wouldn’t understand even if I spelled it out for you…” he said, though not exactly in his harshest tone. He was already in trouble and he knew it. “And I am perfectly capable of washing my own hair…” Even though they both knew he hardly could. Albel’s nerves in his burnt arm made it hard for him to do any diligent task with his fingers or moving his arm around so much. Fayt had to tease him though…or it made Albel self-conscious and withdrawn. “Besides…“,Albel continued. “Your womanly hands are better suited for such task since you’re horrible at doing anything else of use.” Fayt, who had already worked up a lather in the man’s head grumbled, and dug his nails in Albel’s scalp, tugging it roughly “Say something else and you’ll wake up bald.”