TRP: Ba'ob and Gwydion (Die)

**Muse:**

 [SETTING: Azriel's house in Skyport. It's pouring rain, and
Gwydion is sitting by the fire in the living room.]

Ba'ob was bored. Too rainy to go outside. But the walls were
still feeling so stifling. So, Ba'ob did the next best thing to running outside
and playing. Picked a fight with the elf.

He was sitting by the fire, reading a book. Ba'ob snuck
upstairs, broke into his room and started rifling around. Lots of this stuff
looked valuable, but he needed something in particular. What he wasn't sure-
he'd know it when he saw it. And that's when he spotted the hairbrush. It was a
really fancy hairbrush, looked valuable. And the elf always did make sure to
look nice. Ba'ob shot a look at the wolf, sitting outside and giving him an
unimpressed look, and grinned. Perfect.

He didn't bother sneaking on the way down- in fact he made a
point of being noisy. Tromped into the room, and sat down on the ground a few
feet away from the elf. Turning the brush around in his hands, staring right at
him, to see how he'd react.

**Mink:**

 What Gwydion wanted to do was relax beside the fire,
listening to the rain pitter pattering on the window and the rooftop. It was a
comfortable evening and it gave him a chance to read, undisturbed by anyone.

Until Ba'ob stomped into the room and dropped down on the
floor.

Gwydion turned the page of the book before he looked up to
see the other elf staring at him. The hair brush being turned over didn't
escape his notice.

"I didn't know you knew how to use a brush," he
commented lightly with a flicker of a smile.

**Muse:**

 "Do so," he snapped. "Just don't."
Wolves didn't brush their hair. Wolves didn't need to. (Ba'ob ignored the part
of him saying that he wasn't a wolf.)

The wolf padded into the room a moment later, lying down
closer to the fire. Hey. Now there was an idea. Ba'ob started scooting closer
to the wolf, keeping a sharp eye on the elf.

**Mink:**

 "Sure you do." Gwydion tapped a finger on the
book, watching the wolf as she walked in. Ba'ob was questionable, but at least
he kept decent - if in need of a bath - company.

Ba'ob started to move closer to the wolf while staring at
him. He had an idea of what was going through the feral elf's mind. "I
wouldn't do that, Ba'ob."

**Muse:**

 Didn't stop Ba'ob. Didn't even slow him down. He reached the
wolf and then quickly raked the brush across her fur, still staring at Gwydion
the entire time.

**Mink:**

 Gwydion's jaw tightened as the brush moved over the dark
colored fur. Several thoughts ran through his mind in that moment and lightning
crackled between his fingertips to scorch the book.

"Last chance," he said as he straightened in his
chair. He couldn't very well harm Ba'ob, but he could very well warn him to leave
his items alone.

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob froze, brush still hovering over the wolf's fur.
Lightning. Now was that just a threat, or would he really use it... Elves,
couldn't trust them. Probably would. The wolf hadn't liked the brush very much,
and the lightning had her sitting up, looking at Gwydion. Good set up for an
all out fight, if he pushed it.

The brush descended slowly this time, towards the wolf's
head. Ba'ob's other hand gripped his dagger, and he continued staring Gwydion
down.

**Mink:**

 The wolf tensed up as did Ba'ob, but he still lowered the
brush towards the wolf's head all the while staring at him. Gwydion didn't know what
was more irritating: the staring or not relinquishing his brush.

The elf was quick to his feet, dropping the book to the
floor. He took the few quick steps to Ba'ob to grab his brush. "Give
it." Lightning still danced over his fingertips of his free hand, but if
he could avoid getting bitten, he would.

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob flinched backwards, tightening his grip on the brush a
moment before letting go. The wolf growled a little, but no attempts to bite.
Ba'ob didn't want to get shocked, or for the wolf to get shocked. But he'd
gotten under the elf's skin. Was pretty easy. He'd remember that.

**Mink:**

 Gwydion watched Ba'ob steadily as he waited for the elf to
let go. When the brush was finally released, he straightened and the lightning
died down. He turned the brush over, nose wrinkling at the fur caught in the
bristles.

"You have words, Ba'ob. Use them next time."
Gwydion picked out the fur as he walked back to the chair. "Maybe if you
ask nice enough you can get your very own brush."

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob cocked his head, considering. How to best respond to
that. He settled on baring his teeth and growling, combined with a rude gesture
directed Gwydion's way. No words. Perfect.

**Mink:**

 Gwydion settled down into his chair again. "Tough
gesture from a kid."

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob stiffened. What had the elf called him?? "Not
kid!" Ba'ob growled- only it came out weird. Went all- high and broke
right in the middle of it. Was weird. Ba'ob reached up, rubbing his throat,
shooting a glance at the wolf. What was that, anyway?

**Mink:**

 Gwydion arched an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips.
"What were you saying? I couldn't hear you over that mouse you
swallowed."

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob glared at the elf. If he had something handy, he'd
have thrown it. Settled on making another rude gesture. "Shut up," he
snarled.

**Mink:**

 Gwydion twirled the brush in his fingertips and rested one
arm on the chair's arm as he relaxed back.'***Glaring was better than staring, he supposed. "Do that again and your***
fingers might get stuck like that."

**Muse:**

 "Won't. Liar," Ba'ob said. He had been about to
drop the gesture but no, he was gonna keep it up longer now.

**Mink:**

 Gwydion shrugged and slid a toe under the book so he could
flick up to his lap and flipped it open. "Don't say I didn't warn
you." He twirled the brush in his fingers again. He had left his staff in
his room and he didn't have that to occupy his hands.

**Muse:**

 Hmph. Elf was being annoying. And going back to reading.
Ba'ob crossed his arms and leaned against the wolf, shooting glances at the
elf. He kept reading. And reading. And ignoring Ba'ob.

Ba'ob didn't want to be ignored. Ba'ob was good at not being
ignored. Only a couple minutes later, Ba'ob got up and marched over and slammed
his hand right in the middle of the book. Leaned right into his face, baring
his teeth in a feral grin. "Hey. Death guy."

**Mink:**

 As long as Ba'ob stayed where he was Gwydion paid him no
attention. He had every intention of salvaging this night until Ba'ob stood up
and slapped a hand right on top of the book and obscuring the sentence he had
been reading.

"Creative, aren't you?" He looked up with an
unreadable expression. The feral elf was really intent on getting under his
skin. "What can I do for you?"

**Muse:**

 "Die."

**Mink:**

 That request dredged up old memories and he had to swallow
down the anger that it caused to well up. Ba'ob was a kid - so were they when
they said the same thing - and he was an adult. It was a ridiculous reaction.

"Other people have asked me to the same thing. What
makes you any different?" he responded with a cool smile.

**Muse:**

 For a moment, Ba'ob felt like he'd won. He'd gotten one over
on the elf. And then the elf turned it around, and Ba'ob had no idea how to answer.
He growled, grabbing at the book. Planning on taking it and slinking back to
lean against the wolf.

**Mink:**

 As soon as Ba'ob grabbed at the book, Gwydion's grip
tightened on it.This was equally
ridiculous, squabbling with an elf that was far younger than him and lacked any
sense of how to behave. Yet he felt ever need to be vindictive.

Instead Gwydion let go of the book. Ba'ob wasn't worth any
trouble that could come from an argument. "Take it, but, truly, Ba'ob. You
just have to ask." The necromancer smiled and relaxed once more into the
chair, going back to playing with the brush.

**Muse:**

 Ba'ob glared from his spot on the floor, hugging the book to
his chest. Had to go and take all the fun out of this. After a few minutes of
sulking he got up and left. His voice was being weird, Azriel had healing magic
though he could fix it. But he took the book with him. Just because.

**Mink:**

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