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person4Title: What Sort of Thief?
Fandom: Final Fantasy
Pairing: Thief/White Mage
"I can't believe this," the thief complained as he scrubbed at his hands. One wrong move while fighting an Ocho and now his hands wouldn't come clean no matter how hard he scrubbed.
"You have always claimed to have sticky fingers," the group's healer said as he stepped into the inn's small bathroom.
"Puns do not help, my friend." He pressed one finger against the mirror above the sink and pulled it away to reveal a sappy fingerprint, faint but not all that difficult to see. "What sort of thief leaves marks on whatever he touches?"
"Well, you're in luck!" He dug into the pockets of his pristine robe, fingering through the various potions and potables he always clinked with in search of the right bottle. As he searched he explained, "The last time we were here in Elfland, I was called upon to heal an artist. I remembered him today, when I thought about your..." his lips twitched slightly in the threat of a smile, "plight. Oh, here it is!" He produced a green, stoppered, bottle, to the thief's eyes identical to every other phial he carried.
"And... the connection here is that he'd fallen out of a pine tree and you needed to learn how to clean the sap out of his wounds?" He reached out for the bottle, only to have it pulled back away from his reach.
"No, it would be that I knew where to find turpentine for you. Give me your hands." He unstoppered the bottle and splashed the liquid within onto a rag, the reek of it filling the air, then reached out to take the closest hand. "You're lucky I'm not my master," he said as he slowly wiped down the fingers one at a time. "He'd say that since this isn't a healing and I'm not required to help I should make you swear to be a just and honorable man for the rest of your life before doing so."
"Don't even joke about such a thing! What sort of thief could I be if I were bound by a vow like that?"
"What sort indeed..." He guided the thief's hand to under the water spout, washing away sap and solvent at once, then raised it to his mouth and kissed his palm. "That not a question I wish to know the answer to."
Fandom: Final Fantasy
Pairing: Thief/White Mage
"I can't believe this," the thief complained as he scrubbed at his hands. One wrong move while fighting an Ocho and now his hands wouldn't come clean no matter how hard he scrubbed.
"You have always claimed to have sticky fingers," the group's healer said as he stepped into the inn's small bathroom.
"Puns do not help, my friend." He pressed one finger against the mirror above the sink and pulled it away to reveal a sappy fingerprint, faint but not all that difficult to see. "What sort of thief leaves marks on whatever he touches?"
"Well, you're in luck!" He dug into the pockets of his pristine robe, fingering through the various potions and potables he always clinked with in search of the right bottle. As he searched he explained, "The last time we were here in Elfland, I was called upon to heal an artist. I remembered him today, when I thought about your..." his lips twitched slightly in the threat of a smile, "plight. Oh, here it is!" He produced a green, stoppered, bottle, to the thief's eyes identical to every other phial he carried.
"And... the connection here is that he'd fallen out of a pine tree and you needed to learn how to clean the sap out of his wounds?" He reached out for the bottle, only to have it pulled back away from his reach.
"No, it would be that I knew where to find turpentine for you. Give me your hands." He unstoppered the bottle and splashed the liquid within onto a rag, the reek of it filling the air, then reached out to take the closest hand. "You're lucky I'm not my master," he said as he slowly wiped down the fingers one at a time. "He'd say that since this isn't a healing and I'm not required to help I should make you swear to be a just and honorable man for the rest of your life before doing so."
"Don't even joke about such a thing! What sort of thief could I be if I were bound by a vow like that?"
"What sort indeed..." He guided the thief's hand to under the water spout, washing away sap and solvent at once, then raised it to his mouth and kissed his palm. "That not a question I wish to know the answer to."