FFX: Iris Trip

[amichan]

 

Iris bounces into the room with the quickest of knocks and ‘heys’.

“You really should stop doing that--” I don’t even get the sentence out.

“Oh, please, like you’d ever be indecent if that’s what’s you’re trying to say,” she jumps up onto the desk next to me, “You’re either lying in bed moping or doing the stretching things or sitting here staring at the book,” she pauses for effect, “moping.”

“I am not moping.”

“You’re moping.”

I don’t have time to respond with much more than making a noise at her.

“We’re going out.”

“How?”

“Really? You used to sneak out all the time. I was the one who stumbled into your one hidey-passage through the conservatory when we first met!” She leans her head back against the top of the desk, “You’re being ridiculous. You do realize that, right? Just because you can’t train ‘properly’ doesn’t mean you get to hide away.”

“I’m not hiding.”

She lowers her face to mine, “Doesn’t mean you get to stow away in your room. Now, I need help with some things and the idiots at school aren’t going to be the right kind of help, and you need to properly walk around and not just sit in here. You told me before you hated being cooped up in here when you were younger, so come on. Get changed and we’re going. I will sing at you. Loudly. And off-key.”

“Fine. Fine. Go. I will get changed.”

 

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SHIT HAPPENS

 

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“But he wouldn’t send me away!” Iris responds.

“I doubt he would follow through with the threat,” Jared replies, “but it’s hardly fair to hold you responsible for merely chasing along to make sure the prince didn’t hurt himself when he slipped away now is it?” he levels us both with a look, “is it?” it lands on me most at this point, “and it would be most problematic if the prince’s recovery were hampered by losing access to one of his closest friends, don’t you think?”

I can’t say anything to that.

“Don’t you think, your highness?”

“I think this whole thing is ridiculous,” I tell him, “but I agree that you have a point.”

“That is what I wanted to hear,” he returns, “Now, please remain here. I’ll have food sent up. King Regis will be in shortly with Advisor Amicita.” He backs out and closes the doors in front of him.

“What’s that look for?” Iris asks, flopping back into one of the chairs.

“What look?”

“Don’t ‘what look?’” she retorts, pushing her tongue into the bottom of her mouth.

“It takes breaking rules or severe injury to see my Dad any more?”

“Oh,” she says and is quiet for a moment, “I’m sorry.”