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Dresda had been wandering the streets. Maybe he should have told Nelson where he was going... But in the same breathe, Dresda didn't want to cause his boyfriend anymore stress then he already had. ....Not that finding out he was wandering the streets, alone, wouldn't stress Nelson out.

But he'd be fine. Wave had taught him well. Nelson had taught him well.

Some days were harder then others... But he couldn't waver. If he fell, Nelson fell further. And Dresda wasn't about to let that happen.

He'd be fine. Nelson would be fine... They'd both be fine....

He hoped.

Dresda had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the other approaching till they spoke up. The Senshi whirled around, startled, and just stared for a moment.

"....What."

"I... Huh? Is... Is that a bad thing?" Dresda looked down at his robes, and then back at the Squire. To say this was by far his oddest encounter, was a bit of an understatement. He had to wonder if Gismodine or Bell had ever had something like this happen to them as well.

"Dresda. Though I suppose I could ask you the same thing." The Senshi fidgeted awkwardly under the others gaze. He hadn't given his fuku much thought honestly. Like yeah he hated it during the summer, and loved it in the winter, but still. What the heck? "I uh... no? Isn't that how it happens for you? It's just.... magic isn't it? Did you get to pick yours?" He blinked slowly himself before fixing the other with a confused look. "...I mean, I know it's a lot, but I don't think its bad..." It had kind of grown on him honestly. "Do I look like someone?"

Maybe he should have just stayed home with Nelson...

Dresda stared incredulously. To say he looked like a cosplayer...but then didn't look like anyone they new... What was this conversation.

The Senshi snorted, his expression shifting an unimpressed look. "...Am.. I suppose to be intimated by the fact you flaunted a title? We're about the same level.. Ooooh. So scary. The only difference is I'm not allowed a weapon."

Ah. So now it was this bullshit. "Forgiveness on what. It's not like I did anything." Dresda waved a hand in dismissal. "If you're gonna go the route of high and mighty, good luck. I've heard better lines from my college professors." Again, the senshi snorted, crossing his arms. "Is that so... Well, you'll have to forgive me but I don't really think I'm that scared by a little boy playing dress up..." Midevil times reject lookin a**... And... was that a unicorn, on his outfit?

Oh. How scary.

"Since you want to judge by what team I'm on, or what I wear, instead of getting to know me, then let me live up to the false idea you've painted for yourself, shall I? But you wanted this, didn't you."


If that was how Lisse wanted to be. Fine. Dresda could play that game.

"Lycoris Death Snare."

Dresda couldn't help but roll his eyes. All that smack talk, all the taunting, trying to make himself look like the bigger person. And what did it get Lisse.

Trouble.

Served them right.

"I'm sorry." The senshi said, idly inspecting his nails before moving to smooth out a few wrinkles in some parts of his fuku. "... What was it you were saying? Something... about being very good at, what was it again?" He asked, unphased by the lack of response. "Oh right. Kicking a**. Right. Hmm.. Well now, how's that working out for you? 'Lisse. Squire of Lysithea'. Hmm?" Dresda threw the other's name and rank back at them, as if trying to both taunt and mock the other man.

Dresda was suddenly shoved as a ********... unicorn, of all god damn things, started rearing and bucking as if throwing a tantrum. He scowled as it's horn snagged on one of his sleeves, tearing a giant gash into it. One of the beasts legs lashed out, firmly planting it's hoof against his thigh.

Great.

No getting outta this one now.