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[So a few hours after this little mess happens, the village signposts are very much in disarray. Either they've been flung around and broken or left on the side of the path, pointing in any direction they like. Normally this would not be a problem.

Unfortunately for Edward, who has no sense of direction anymore, this pretty much means that he can't find his way home from the Battle Dome. He's been wandering around for hours now, and he's getting rather desperate.

Thus, you might stumble upon a rather pathetic looking man sitting by the side of the road, glaring at a broken signpoint. This can be anywhere. Literally anywhere. Even pretty close to the plaza, where he ought to be able to see his house.

...Yes he is that bad. Please point the poor man in the right direction.

Aaaaand at some point he is going to get into a bitchfit with a [Bad username or site: moezuo title= @ livejournal.com] and get, quite literally, punched out of his clothes. Enjoy a nude Edward flying through the air and crashing through House 47's roof, Luceti.]

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[The door slams closed behind him, and then from the bathroom there is the sound of water in the sink and grumbling. So much grumbling. And the occasional loud thunk as bits of ceiling are tossed aside. And Edward will have a while to think about what he's done, because Sigmund has to check himself all over for broken bones and other terrible surprises. Unlikely, given the sort of beating he's used to taking on a regular basis. But still a concern.

Sigmund does come out eventually, still dripping wet and in just pants and his undershirt. His apparent mood has downgraded from "off with his head!" to a mere "coolly displeased." He goes to haul Edward up again, although more carefully this time, and with a hand supporting him under the other arm.]

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[Edward hasn't really budged, and when Sigmund emerges from the bathroom again, he looks up warily, one hand still rested on his head. And now he's really wishing he'd thought to flee for his life and at least get some pants on before he starts prostrating himself before his lord seeking forgiveness. Not that he has time for many regrets, since Sigmund's getting him on his feet now, and diiiiizzy...]

M... my lord... I'm sorry for... what happened, I...

[Okay, slow words, small steps. This isn't so hard.]

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[Sigmund leads him through the living room to his own, around any debris from his first trip through the ceiling.]

How do you fall through the roof twice in one day?

[Because he'd really, really like to know. He wouldn't be half as annoyed, even considering his interrupted shower, if this had only happened once. But no. Twice. Oh, Edward.

Sigmund stops in front of the bed and lets go, hands still hovering in case Edward falls over again. The last thing he needs is to be pinned under... knocked to the... floored by... oh god damn it.]

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...I... was attacked. [His voice is muffled by a hand still over his face, half out of dizziness, but mostly because he's a little mortified about how Sigmund looks right now.] A tall blond man in a suit.

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[Edward is mortified about how Sigmund looks? Is he going to be mortified about how Sigmund looks through his dresser drawers for decent clothing? Because that's what's happening. In case Ed hasn't noticed, his underwear aren't covering much anymore.]

You were attacked twice.

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[Well how would you feel if you'd landed on the object of your worshipful affection while he was in the nude?]

I... merely touched his shoulder to ask that he fix the mess he'd made. Apparently he dislikes physical contact.

[To put it lightly.]

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[The object of Edward's worshipful affection isn't still showing off his bits and pieces. Change of clothes, coming Edward's way.]

Twice.

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[...Yeah, he should have known Sigmund would want the full story. Dammit.]

...I'd hoped he would have calmed down when I found him the second time.

[Also he was pissed because hello, punched him naked. That's not cool.]

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[Oh, Edward. Sigmund is leaving, and when he comes back you had better have some PANTS ON, YOUNG MAN.

But he pauses at the door - not looking back not looking back not looking back - to deliver a little pearl of wisdom before he embarks on a hunt for ice and sanity in the kitchen.] There is a saying about discretion and valor, Edward.

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[....

Edward doesn't have time to respond, feeling chastened by the words, not that he doesn't deserve them. Reckless behaviour once might be excused; twice in a row is just foolhardy. And worse, he's still annoyed enough to want to punch that bastard, though he knows better than to go looking for him.

Instead, Edward gives up on overthinking so much and just gets dressed.]

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[Ed's temper is going to be the death of someone, someday. With his luck, it will be Sigmund.

A few minutes later, there is a knock on Edward's door frame - do you have PANTS ON in there, Ed? - and a hand poking in.

With a bundle of ice in a handtowel.

Never say your lord is not just, Edward.]

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[He would never say that anyway, even if Sigmund is being incredibly unjust at the time. Pants on, and a shirt in the middle of being buttoned, Edward shuffles over to the door, taking the bundle and opening the door, looking sheepish.]

Th... thank you. [And now that he's reasonably coherent again-] ...I'm sorry.