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“Glitch.”
“Mm, mhmm?”
“…Glitch.”
“Hm?” The headcase looked up with a grin, tilting his head. “Hiya Princess.”
“Glitch, what are you doing?” DG wandered over, crouching next to him where he sat on his knees, doing what looked like as folding weeds. Glitch looked thoughtful for a moment, before looking up at blankly then back at her.
“I dunno…”
DG laughed, witch made him smile. He wasn’t sure what was funny but, okay then.
“Well come on then.” She got up, helping him stand. “Lunch is ready.”
“Ah. Lunch. Mm.” He smiled as she started away, loping after her. “Ah. Lunch. Mm.”
“You said that already.” She did a spin in her walk, facing him with her back to the castle. Glitch blinked, then laughed awkwardly.
“Whoopsie.”
“S’okay.” She smiled, turning back around and swinging her arms wildly. “We’re having some bird thing with some veggie thing.”
“Birdthing? Whats Birdthing?”
“/A/ bird thing.” She laughed and pulled the side door open, watching him walk inside with a perplexed look.
“I knew that. I think I did…oh well.” He shrugged, turning to wait for her, before smiling. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” she patted his shoulder and kept walking, leaving him to shrug and follow after her, humming pleasantly.
-- --
What a lunch.
Glitch looked down at himself again, the pressed, shined-button, orange coat bright and new, and unripped…unlike his other one. He let it hung open, with a pressed white shirt beneath, and a pair of black, nice slacks. He felt like a toy soldier. He mused on that thought for a moment, a lazy smile creeping onto his face, before someone touched him and snapped him out of his own thoughts. What they were exactly, he couldn’t quite recall…
“Hey ya, Zipperhead,” Cain slapped him on the shoulder, making Glitch jolt forward a bit with a nervous laugh. “You sure cleaned up.”
“Yup, yeah, well, you know what they say, ahaha.” He rubbed his shoulder, tossing his head. Then again.
His hair had grown just enough that, once someone took the time, like they had earlier, to wash and brush it, it hung barely into his vision in soft brown waves. Truly aggravating. He’d often find himself looking around frantically, trying to see that dark flash. “…Least, I hope you do. I’ve forgotten now.”
“Ah, can’t say I’m surprised.” Cain looked out across the Palace ballroom, tossing the tails of a rather nice suit coat back to slid his hands in his pockets.
“Nice suit,” Glitch thought to himself, though allowed, which brought Cain’s attention back to him.
“Huh?”
“I dunno.” He smiled crookedly, tossing his head again.
“Good luck with that.” He patted the confused man slightly on the shoulder.
“Cain!” DG waved from across the dance floor. “Come here, I got someone to meetcha!”
“Oh, geez.” Cain sighed warily. “Here we go again.”
Some inkling told Glitch he knew why Cain was ill-will about this, watching him walk away, but gave up on that train of thought since the tracks weren’t even laid down. Speaking of tracks.
“I’m hungry. Hm.” He looked thoughtful, before scanning around and ducking his way towards a small buffet table with appetizers and punch. He poked at a few things, settling on a cup of Blueberry punch and some biscuit thing he didn’t know but it had cheese on it and it was quite addicting. He sipped on his punch, and nibbled on his Chedderbread (for he decided it needed a name, and thus it was dubbed), and watched the elegant dresses spin and twirl.
What a lunch, he mused, though he felt a type of deja vous.
Ah well.
After some time of casual dancing, and boisterous laughter, lunch really began. Queen Lavender and Lord Ahamo sat at the head of the long, elegant wood table. One princess sat on either side, smiling at each other in fond conversation. It was nice to see, and made him smile. Cain sat next to DG, Raw next to Az, and Glitch himself sat next to Cain, chewing idely on a Cheese bread (for he believed the bread with cheese needed a name, though he felt it was already called something or another he used to know), and watching them all chatter away, almost ignoring the rest of the table. Raw was quiet captivated by Jeb’s explination f military tactic, that Cain would leap in and add his two cents now and again. Occasionally DG would pester him, smiling at his bad attempt at seeming annoyed at being drawn from his food, and ask him an oppinion she and Az were in a bit of a debate over. It was a pleasant meal, for sure.
He set his bread down, sipping at his wine and looking down across the rest of the table, glass resting on his lip as he observed. Elegant dresses, fancy suits with braids…He looked down at his own orange coat hanging open, plucking at the open hem thoughtfully.
“Well if I remembered how to button this silly coat up right I would have…”
“What?” Cain looked up from a fork full of something, looked like chicken Glitch thought blankly, quirking a brow.
“Hm? Oh, nothing. Nothing nothing.” He laughed cheerily, waving his glass. “Just talk with numero uno, you know how that is.” He waved his free hand, peering into his drink awkwardly.
“…Right.”
“Mhmm. Yup.” He nodded, watching the Tinman hesitantly pull his eyes away from his own to go back to eating. Glitch smiled to himself, sipping his wine again.
And the lunch went on quietly for him after that. Not that he minded, he was a thinker originally anyway.
Granted he didn’t have much left to think with, but he made darn good use of it. Oh yes he gosh golly did.
He smiled triumphantly to himself, before being jolted to the side. Not roughly by force, but more of surprise. He’d felt a soft knock on his elbow, turning to find eating thoughtfully, elbow out, as he stared across the table at his son and Raw. Glitch looked at his own elbow, then moved it a little.
‘Guess he just needs some elbow room. Ahah.’
“Haha.” He giggled, then nibbled his bread. Cain threw him an odd look, but paid no mind.
After that, came the desert course. And almost completely through that, Cain and his elbows touched. Glitch couldn’t admit he didn’t like it, but it was curious. He’d look at Cain curiously not and again, but the man didn’t seem to notice him. He was already on the edge of his hair, having accidently bumped into and frantically apologized to the elderly gentleman, who called him Ambrose (which was his real name, he reminded himself), but was happy to forgive. He shrugged, chewing slowly on a piece of chocolate cake. He sighed, a faint smile crossing his features as he closed his eyes. Boy did he like chocolate. How’d he forget that? He chuckled softly, opening his eyes to see Jeb, cain, Raw, Az and DG all staring at him. He swallowed quickly, choking once.
“Wh-what?”
“You’re in a good mood,” DG smiled softly at him. He glance around at the rest of them, perplexed.
“…Well yes, it’s chocolate cake,” He laughed awkwardly. “Who…wouldn’t be…?”
Cain looked back at his place, and Glitch thought he saw a splash of rose on his cheeks, but he couldn’t tell.
“Glitch made an odd noise,” Raw voiced, getting a thumb on the shoulder from Jeb.
“…I did?”
“You…never mind.” DG laughed, and Az covered her mouth. “He doesn’t remember.”
“…No whatd I do? Now Im curious!”
“Nevermind, zipperhead. Just eat you cake.” Cain shot him a look, before going back to his own. Glitch frowned at him, but went back to his plate as asked.
‘…Stupid…not remembering. …What did I not remember? …What does that even mean?’
-- --
Glitch sighed softly, spinning in circles on his lab chair. It was a grand place, familiar, though in his state he’d prefer not to touch anything at all. He’d break something, and then he would be sad.
So, he contented himself with spinning on the wheelie chair around the massive room, listening to the squeak echo off the walls while he chewed absently on a peppermint stick.
He’d dropped his nice new coat off somewhere on a work bench, inching around the room in just his slacks, white shirt and open purple-y vest. He hummed around his peppermint stick, stopping by one of those many bench and picking up a schematic curiously. Something about making fruit bigger when it’s ripe. ‘Hm…I had a thing for farming I guess.’
He shrugged, setting it down and looking up at the high ceilings, slurping slightly on his candy. He’d just gotten on a mental tangent about how grey silver looked, when a cough brought him back to the O.Z. He looked around a moment, before spotting Cain, void of his long coat and hat. He smiled, popping the candy stick from his mouth.
“Hiya Cain there, pal. What brings you to my lair of mad science?”
“DG wanted me to…talk to you about dinner earlier.” The blond man strode over, standing awkwardly in front of Glitch. Glitch looked up at him, chewing lightly on the end of the stick before waving it around.
“Well?”
“You made a…” Cain sat down lightly, Glitch’s gaze following. “You uh, groaned. At the table.” Glitch blinked.
“Did I?”
“Uh…yeah. Like…” Cain motioned at his mouth, making some sort of a…very lowsy goose call, if Glitch said so himself. It was quiet, kind of…well. Stupid sounding. “Like…a moan.”
Glitch felt blood rush to his face. “I did no such thing!”
“Well, I think half the O.Z. heard it.” Cain leaned back on the bench he sat on, frowning slightly. Glitch noted it as Cain’s perimant look of…anything. “She wanted me to ask if you remembered.”
“I would most certainly remember that,” Glitch straightened his back, trying to look dignified. The blush and his bizarre hair, however, didn’t quite help. Cain laughed. “Don’t laugh at me, I didn’t make any such sound.”
“Yeah, yeah you did.” Cain grinned, relaxing a bit. “DG wanted me to ask if you were…thinking about someone.” Cain laughed when Glitch turned a red rivaling one of the new coats in his wardrobe as a Ryal Advisor. “Guess not.”
“And why didn’t she just come ask herself?” He turned his nose up, looking off in a random direction and chewing on his candy. His foot kept a steady rhythm, far from the speed of his heart.
“She felt like it was a, she called it ‘a man thing’.” He rolled his eyes. “So you were just moaning at how good your cake was. Damn, wish mine was that good.” He grinned, getting up and patting Glitch on the shoulder. The younger man just grunted and sunk low enough on the stool that his chin rested on the back rest. Cain took note: Glitch couldn’t even sit in a chair right if it weren’t for the direction they were pointed at a table. He shook his head. “I’ll tell her her little boy’s not all grown up yet. See you in the morning, Sweetheart.”
“Yeah yeah.” Glitch mumbled, biting on the candy as Cain made his laughing exit.
“Mm, mhmm?”
“…Glitch.”
“Hm?” The headcase looked up with a grin, tilting his head. “Hiya Princess.”
“Glitch, what are you doing?” DG wandered over, crouching next to him where he sat on his knees, doing what looked like as folding weeds. Glitch looked thoughtful for a moment, before looking up at blankly then back at her.
“I dunno…”
DG laughed, witch made him smile. He wasn’t sure what was funny but, okay then.
“Well come on then.” She got up, helping him stand. “Lunch is ready.”
“Ah. Lunch. Mm.” He smiled as she started away, loping after her. “Ah. Lunch. Mm.”
“You said that already.” She did a spin in her walk, facing him with her back to the castle. Glitch blinked, then laughed awkwardly.
“Whoopsie.”
“S’okay.” She smiled, turning back around and swinging her arms wildly. “We’re having some bird thing with some veggie thing.”
“Birdthing? Whats Birdthing?”
“/A/ bird thing.” She laughed and pulled the side door open, watching him walk inside with a perplexed look.
“I knew that. I think I did…oh well.” He shrugged, turning to wait for her, before smiling. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” she patted his shoulder and kept walking, leaving him to shrug and follow after her, humming pleasantly.
-- --
What a lunch.
Glitch looked down at himself again, the pressed, shined-button, orange coat bright and new, and unripped…unlike his other one. He let it hung open, with a pressed white shirt beneath, and a pair of black, nice slacks. He felt like a toy soldier. He mused on that thought for a moment, a lazy smile creeping onto his face, before someone touched him and snapped him out of his own thoughts. What they were exactly, he couldn’t quite recall…
“Hey ya, Zipperhead,” Cain slapped him on the shoulder, making Glitch jolt forward a bit with a nervous laugh. “You sure cleaned up.”
“Yup, yeah, well, you know what they say, ahaha.” He rubbed his shoulder, tossing his head. Then again.
His hair had grown just enough that, once someone took the time, like they had earlier, to wash and brush it, it hung barely into his vision in soft brown waves. Truly aggravating. He’d often find himself looking around frantically, trying to see that dark flash. “…Least, I hope you do. I’ve forgotten now.”
“Ah, can’t say I’m surprised.” Cain looked out across the Palace ballroom, tossing the tails of a rather nice suit coat back to slid his hands in his pockets.
“Nice suit,” Glitch thought to himself, though allowed, which brought Cain’s attention back to him.
“Huh?”
“I dunno.” He smiled crookedly, tossing his head again.
“Good luck with that.” He patted the confused man slightly on the shoulder.
“Cain!” DG waved from across the dance floor. “Come here, I got someone to meetcha!”
“Oh, geez.” Cain sighed warily. “Here we go again.”
Some inkling told Glitch he knew why Cain was ill-will about this, watching him walk away, but gave up on that train of thought since the tracks weren’t even laid down. Speaking of tracks.
“I’m hungry. Hm.” He looked thoughtful, before scanning around and ducking his way towards a small buffet table with appetizers and punch. He poked at a few things, settling on a cup of Blueberry punch and some biscuit thing he didn’t know but it had cheese on it and it was quite addicting. He sipped on his punch, and nibbled on his Chedderbread (for he decided it needed a name, and thus it was dubbed), and watched the elegant dresses spin and twirl.
What a lunch, he mused, though he felt a type of deja vous.
Ah well.
After some time of casual dancing, and boisterous laughter, lunch really began. Queen Lavender and Lord Ahamo sat at the head of the long, elegant wood table. One princess sat on either side, smiling at each other in fond conversation. It was nice to see, and made him smile. Cain sat next to DG, Raw next to Az, and Glitch himself sat next to Cain, chewing idely on a Cheese bread (for he believed the bread with cheese needed a name, though he felt it was already called something or another he used to know), and watching them all chatter away, almost ignoring the rest of the table. Raw was quiet captivated by Jeb’s explination f military tactic, that Cain would leap in and add his two cents now and again. Occasionally DG would pester him, smiling at his bad attempt at seeming annoyed at being drawn from his food, and ask him an oppinion she and Az were in a bit of a debate over. It was a pleasant meal, for sure.
He set his bread down, sipping at his wine and looking down across the rest of the table, glass resting on his lip as he observed. Elegant dresses, fancy suits with braids…He looked down at his own orange coat hanging open, plucking at the open hem thoughtfully.
“Well if I remembered how to button this silly coat up right I would have…”
“What?” Cain looked up from a fork full of something, looked like chicken Glitch thought blankly, quirking a brow.
“Hm? Oh, nothing. Nothing nothing.” He laughed cheerily, waving his glass. “Just talk with numero uno, you know how that is.” He waved his free hand, peering into his drink awkwardly.
“…Right.”
“Mhmm. Yup.” He nodded, watching the Tinman hesitantly pull his eyes away from his own to go back to eating. Glitch smiled to himself, sipping his wine again.
And the lunch went on quietly for him after that. Not that he minded, he was a thinker originally anyway.
Granted he didn’t have much left to think with, but he made darn good use of it. Oh yes he gosh golly did.
He smiled triumphantly to himself, before being jolted to the side. Not roughly by force, but more of surprise. He’d felt a soft knock on his elbow, turning to find eating thoughtfully, elbow out, as he stared across the table at his son and Raw. Glitch looked at his own elbow, then moved it a little.
‘Guess he just needs some elbow room. Ahah.’
“Haha.” He giggled, then nibbled his bread. Cain threw him an odd look, but paid no mind.
After that, came the desert course. And almost completely through that, Cain and his elbows touched. Glitch couldn’t admit he didn’t like it, but it was curious. He’d look at Cain curiously not and again, but the man didn’t seem to notice him. He was already on the edge of his hair, having accidently bumped into and frantically apologized to the elderly gentleman, who called him Ambrose (which was his real name, he reminded himself), but was happy to forgive. He shrugged, chewing slowly on a piece of chocolate cake. He sighed, a faint smile crossing his features as he closed his eyes. Boy did he like chocolate. How’d he forget that? He chuckled softly, opening his eyes to see Jeb, cain, Raw, Az and DG all staring at him. He swallowed quickly, choking once.
“Wh-what?”
“You’re in a good mood,” DG smiled softly at him. He glance around at the rest of them, perplexed.
“…Well yes, it’s chocolate cake,” He laughed awkwardly. “Who…wouldn’t be…?”
Cain looked back at his place, and Glitch thought he saw a splash of rose on his cheeks, but he couldn’t tell.
“Glitch made an odd noise,” Raw voiced, getting a thumb on the shoulder from Jeb.
“…I did?”
“You…never mind.” DG laughed, and Az covered her mouth. “He doesn’t remember.”
“…No whatd I do? Now Im curious!”
“Nevermind, zipperhead. Just eat you cake.” Cain shot him a look, before going back to his own. Glitch frowned at him, but went back to his plate as asked.
‘…Stupid…not remembering. …What did I not remember? …What does that even mean?’
-- --
Glitch sighed softly, spinning in circles on his lab chair. It was a grand place, familiar, though in his state he’d prefer not to touch anything at all. He’d break something, and then he would be sad.
So, he contented himself with spinning on the wheelie chair around the massive room, listening to the squeak echo off the walls while he chewed absently on a peppermint stick.
He’d dropped his nice new coat off somewhere on a work bench, inching around the room in just his slacks, white shirt and open purple-y vest. He hummed around his peppermint stick, stopping by one of those many bench and picking up a schematic curiously. Something about making fruit bigger when it’s ripe. ‘Hm…I had a thing for farming I guess.’
He shrugged, setting it down and looking up at the high ceilings, slurping slightly on his candy. He’d just gotten on a mental tangent about how grey silver looked, when a cough brought him back to the O.Z. He looked around a moment, before spotting Cain, void of his long coat and hat. He smiled, popping the candy stick from his mouth.
“Hiya Cain there, pal. What brings you to my lair of mad science?”
“DG wanted me to…talk to you about dinner earlier.” The blond man strode over, standing awkwardly in front of Glitch. Glitch looked up at him, chewing lightly on the end of the stick before waving it around.
“Well?”
“You made a…” Cain sat down lightly, Glitch’s gaze following. “You uh, groaned. At the table.” Glitch blinked.
“Did I?”
“Uh…yeah. Like…” Cain motioned at his mouth, making some sort of a…very lowsy goose call, if Glitch said so himself. It was quiet, kind of…well. Stupid sounding. “Like…a moan.”
Glitch felt blood rush to his face. “I did no such thing!”
“Well, I think half the O.Z. heard it.” Cain leaned back on the bench he sat on, frowning slightly. Glitch noted it as Cain’s perimant look of…anything. “She wanted me to ask if you remembered.”
“I would most certainly remember that,” Glitch straightened his back, trying to look dignified. The blush and his bizarre hair, however, didn’t quite help. Cain laughed. “Don’t laugh at me, I didn’t make any such sound.”
“Yeah, yeah you did.” Cain grinned, relaxing a bit. “DG wanted me to ask if you were…thinking about someone.” Cain laughed when Glitch turned a red rivaling one of the new coats in his wardrobe as a Ryal Advisor. “Guess not.”
“And why didn’t she just come ask herself?” He turned his nose up, looking off in a random direction and chewing on his candy. His foot kept a steady rhythm, far from the speed of his heart.
“She felt like it was a, she called it ‘a man thing’.” He rolled his eyes. “So you were just moaning at how good your cake was. Damn, wish mine was that good.” He grinned, getting up and patting Glitch on the shoulder. The younger man just grunted and sunk low enough on the stool that his chin rested on the back rest. Cain took note: Glitch couldn’t even sit in a chair right if it weren’t for the direction they were pointed at a table. He shook his head. “I’ll tell her her little boy’s not all grown up yet. See you in the morning, Sweetheart.”
“Yeah yeah.” Glitch mumbled, biting on the candy as Cain made his laughing exit.
