Spend my days locked in a haze

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & Open!
What| Courfeyrac is searching for Cinderella post-Hellarena.
Where| Various locations in the Arena
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will update as needed. Pick a location & let's do the thing!

Three weeks in and he still hadn't seen or heard anything from Cindy. Courfeyrac didn't expect that she would be attached to his hip or anything. She was a strong woman and far too independent an individual for that, but three weeks without a word? That was a little excessive, even for her. And after the week they'd all just had, the importance of a word, a note, anything to signify that she was okay was very sorely needed.

He knew she wasn't dead, but he had no idea where she was or if she'd been injured. He couldn't take another day of not knowing. So he told his friends he would be back later and he left the shoe store with a knife tucked into his pocket. He was going to find Cinderella. He wasn't going to let himself return to his friends until he knew she was alright.

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[saisamour]

"He was the one who had bitten my nose." Marius gestured to the bandage he had on its bridge.

The distress was not simply because of that injury, however; physical wounds disappeared the moment he stepped out of the arena. It was Signless's words that hurt more than anything. He did not want to be worthless, but he was. Signless told him as much, and perhaps it struck him all the more because it had come from someone whom he had considered a friend.

His gaze dropped to his shoes, and he frowned and kicked at the ground absent-mindedly.

[libertin]

Courfeyrac found that he was mildly unimpressed, as hypocritical as it was for him to scoff over Marius' lamentations regarding his nose.

"Is that all?" He asked, almost trying to make merry of the situation. He knew it wasn't something to joke about, but he found that Marius' miserable tendencies were oftentimes contagious. "The next time I see him, I shall bite off his ear for you. Now enough with your pouting, Marius. I dislike it when you look so sad."

[saisamour]

Truly, his friend's genuine concern made him feel somewhat better, and his spirits lifted considerably. Even if he still believed he was more of an inconvenience than anything.

Marius blinked as he raised his head, however, his eyes wide with concern and mild alarm. "I do not think it necessary to bite his ear off," he said in all seriousness.

[libertin]

"One of his fingers, then?" He seemed to ask this in all seriousness, the gravity of his expression only disappearing after several long seconds, at which time he broke into a toothy smile. "Do not sulk so, my friend. I need you at your best. I cannot worry over you or I will surely die of concern."

He took his friend by the arm and led him along, hoping vaguely that his mock chipper demeanor would inspire some drastic change in Marius' behavior. "Now, Marius, if you were Cinderella, where would you hide?"

[saisamour]

Marius certainly did not want Courfeyrac biting off Signless's fingers either, but neither did he want him to worry, so he allowed himself to be dragged with little resistance.

He chewed on his lower lip as he gazed through the fog, wondering what the right answer was. He could not deny that he found difficulty thinking as Cinderella would, but the tale she was named after came to mind.

"P-Perhaps in a pumpkin?" Now he did not kid often, and immediately after that his cheeks grew hot from embarrassment because it was a clearly terrible joke. It was furthermore one he could not make to anyone, anyone else but Courfeyrac.

It's a shame he had completely forgotten the ever-constant cameras that had undoubtedly captured and immortalized it.