[PRP] In The Doghouse (Cesare & Migel)

[DruidTigeress]

After leaving L'an's weyr, Migel headed straight for the candidate barracks in a hurry. True, the rider might have told him that mornings were slow after a flight, but just being late to chores was the least of his worries.

Nothing could have happened.. he tried to reassure himself. Don't would have come to get him if it did. Unless they killed him first... he thought. That's how Migel would do it. Catch the flitter, slit its throat before it had a chance to between, then finish the job. But he was being paranoid now. He intentionally kept the brown flitt a secret. No one would know about that. No one should even know they were in the Weyr yet. At least not long enough to stage an assassination attempt.

Cesare had been sleeping when he left the candidate barracks last night. It had been his intention to leave for an hour or two, return, and keep watch the rest of the night, in case the same restlessness afflicted his friend as well. Clearly things had not gone to plan. He could only hope that Cesare had slept through the flight.

He opened the door to the candidates group dorm and slipped inside. It was a slow morning indeed.. With most candidates still dozing, despite the late hour. With all the silence of an assasin, he made his way back to his bunk, hoping that his friend would be among them. he Wouldn't count on it though..  

[DruidTigeress]

What objectively could be considered a very good morning was shaping up to be a very bad one. Cesare was awake. And, what's more, he was clearly upset. Though Migel wouldn't claim to be a master at reading people, certainly his craft required a certain level of observation. And when it came to reading one person in particular, he'd gotten fairly good at it. He didn't suppose he could pass this off as merely because of the headache..?

"You're awake." he noted softly, sitting down on his cot directly across from his. He couldn't think what else to say. If Cesare had something to say to him, he would say it. And if he wanted to ask something, of course, Migel would answer. Until then, he wasn't sure what he wanted.  

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Migel grazed over the bite and the sarcasm in his voice, ignoring them as side effects of the headache L'an had talked about, at least for now. Still, his friend was usually more dispassionate than this. Not that he didn't expect to have to answer for his decisions, but he expected him to be more direct about it.

"More or less." he said, flatly. "I take it you didn't."

"I can get you something for the headache, if you need it." he added, remembering the rider's advice on that.  

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Migel breathed out heavily as Cesare stormed past him. It couldn't quuiite be called a sigh, since he wouldn't go so far as to sigh at him over this (at least not yet). But his friend's behavior was boarding on childish. Even with how often they were together, it's not like he was always with him 24/7. It was hardly the first time he'd been left alone at night, nor the first time Migel had slept with someone else.

Though he supposed it was the first time he'd done it so frivolously, with no clear reason or benefit other than because he had wanted to. He didn't think his friend would have begrudged him that. But if he'd known it would upset him so much, he certainly would have stayed in bed.

"If you prefer." Migel said, his tone and neutral as ever, standing up to follow him. 'Don't bother'. Like it wasn't same distance for him whether just he or the both them went. But, fine. If Cesare wanted to be the one to go and talk to the healer to prove some kind of point, that was fine. There was nothing he could do but follow.  

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"Don't be petulant. I'm coming with you." Migel said, folding him arms. Whether Cesare felt like he'd failed in his duties last night or not, his job was still to protect him. There was no reason for him not to follow. He'd gotten more than enough sleep (more than he meant to, in fact), though he was beginning to think maybe a nap was exactly what the Holder himself could use.  

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To an outside observer, Migel might seem entirely apathetic as a person. He rarely showed emotion of any kind,. But that didn't mean he didn't have them. He had guilt, and he had pride, and he hated having his work criticized, which is perhaps why he so rarely ever made a mistake.. But he couldn't deny that last night was one.

He bit the inside of his lip, knowing Cesare was right. He should have been here. He wanted to be here. But the truth was, flight had a lot more influence on him than he would ever care to admit. "That was an error." he admitted, his eyes dropping slightly in acknowledgement. "But it's hardly solved by making another one now."

"What I expect is for you to act logically. You're being irrational right now. And if I was planning an attack, I would use that to my advantage too."  

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"Yes. You are being irrational." Migel restated evenly. He might sometimes act as Cesare's servant, or his body guard, or his double, and he wouldn't necessarily say they were ever treated as equals, but they were raised as peers. And he'd never shied away from challenging him before.

He could still pull the 'technically, I don't work for you, I work for your father' card, but he only ever used that as a last resort. Less and less recently, when he wasn't ever sure he believed it himself. If Cesare's father ordered him to do something that would harm his son, he knew for sure he wouldn't do it. On the other hand, if Cesare ordered him to move against his father, he might feel bad for the old Holder that took him in, but recently he'd been wondering if he would do it..

He took a step towards his friend, lowering his voice. "Then replace me. Try to find someone who can. When you find your new bodyguard's head on your pillow, maybe you'll remember why you keep me around."  

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Migel finally relaxed a little as the angry aura around Cesare dissipated somewhat. How was it that it was only after he lost his temper that Cesare finally forgave him? But it didn't matter; as long as he was back in his friend's good graces again, that was all he cared about.

He raised an eyebrow at Cesare's question, not sure if he meant that the way it came out. "If you think it's necessary for me to be inside the room, that's up to you." It most likely wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. They did work in the courtesan hall after all.. "I should think guarding the door would be sufficient, however." Provided he had already vetted the room. And, preferably, the person as well.

Like he'd said, there was no way for them to always together. They were assigned different chores, took different lessons at the courtesan hall. Within an area that was relatively secure, like the Hold or the Hall had been, under usual circumstances, with no approval risk factors, there were ways to be safe without being together at all hours of the day.