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[master_troven]

Alexander stood in front of his increasingly organized book shelves in the main room with the sudden dawning realization that he had no idea where anything was any more. Before he never knew where anything was, but he had some vague notion as to where to look. Now he had no vague notion nor any idea where to look. It was rather vexing. Part of him wanted to go through the shelves and unorganize them, but he stopped himself. Nick had been working hard on the books and it wouldn't be fair to the boy to undo all his work.

Especially since he set the boy on the task in the first place.

Who knew that getting organized would be so frustrating?

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[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Well... I suppose... eventually. But wouldn't throwing things at me also create a mess?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"I'd feel less irritated about cleaning it up afterwards."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"Ah." He's run out of arguements to this and stares at the book in his hand.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick points at an empty hole in the shelf. "It goes there."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

Sheepishly, he puts the book back on the shelf.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

And he gets a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I will try... but I can't make any promises," he says with a smile at the kiss.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"That's all right. Just keep in mind that I will throw things at you." Nick smiles sweetly.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

His smile turns a bit on the wavering side as he's not certian if Nick is kidding or not. "Just not the fragile stuff?"

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"Of course not. Only heavy things." Nick grins. He might be kidding. You never know.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

There's a glancing around the room. There are lots of heavy things that abound. Well, at least he wouldn't be able to lift Thor's hammer. "Of course."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

And Nick's grin gets eviller. And he goes back to organizing the books.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

That is a rather evil grin, Alexander notes to himself, idly wondering where Nick procured it. He goes back to the bookshelves to look for books, his hands firmly behind him, intent on not taking out and dropping a book.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

Nick keeps watching him to make sure he doesn't.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He manages to go through three! books before absently shoving one in the visor of the knight.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

And Nick gets up, goes over to the knight, and throws the book at Alexander, aiming for a narrow miss.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

It hits him on the shoulder. He turned at the last moment to see what Nick was doing. The book falls to the floor and he stares at it, absently rubbing the shoulder.

"You weren't kidding."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"No, not really. I was trying not to hit you, though."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

He's still staring at the book like he's never seen it before. "You know... it's been a VERY long time since someone has dared to throw something at me."

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"...sorry?" Nick looks a little guilty.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"The last person who did that," and he bends down to pick up the book, "Was an emperor of a vast kingdom. From sea to sea they said. I ruin his kingdom for that and then I ruined him." He flipped a couple of pages of the book, still not having looked at Nick.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"...I don't have a kingdom."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"No. You don't." He's been eerily calm through this. And he snaps the book shut, staring straight at Nick.

[accidental-evil.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. Really."

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"The strange thing is..." Alexander approaches him now with the book in his hands. "The strange thing is... instead of an over burning desire to... do unpleasent things to you... as should be appropriate in such an instance, I'm feeling mildly ashamed that I forgot your request to pick up after myself so quickly." He's in front of Nick now, tapping his hand with the book. "Strange? Isn't it?"