The only thing harder to get out of the joints of guantlets than blood is hair. [Implied yaoi]
Warnings: Implied yaoi.
Notes: Just an excuse to get away with not writing anything with any sort of plot. Again. And yes, I am kinda evil.
Guinea Pig Pt. 3
Fayt stumbled into the inn room exhausted. Inventing was fun and rather addicting, but it took a lot of energy out of him. He waved halfheartedly at Albel before collapsing onto the nearest bed. A scrap of cloth fluttered over his face. Fayt hoped Nel wouldn't mind a bit of soot on her bed.
Or that she'd at least kill him quickly.
Besides himself and Albel no one seemed to be in the room and the silence was broken only by the wind outside and a faint clicking.
He lay still for a few minutes before curiosity got the better of him and Fayt sat up. Albel sat propped up against a wall with a cloth across his lap. His left arm lay across it mostly disassembled as he used a small hook to pick something out of the joints. Exhaustion and common sense forgotten Fayt walked over to the other man to get a better look.
"You know there are better designs now," Fayt said ignoring the glare sent his way. "I know several of them are also easier to clean."
Albel snorted, "And they are all weaker. I would rather have strength over convenience."
"I thought so," Fayt shrugged watching the other continue to pick at his joints. Silence filled the room again and Fayt finally noticed what was stuck in the man's joints. "Albel, why do you have short blonde hairs stuck in your hand?"