#not super explicitly but it is okay? oaky

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Nice things for an Abandoned Quest

Rewrote an old assignment and it held up surprisingly well. This picks up after Kay tried to kill that dog

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Though incredibly biased, Bedivere genuinely thinks that Kay deserves more credit. After all, the man has been at the King’s side since they were children, he fought his first battle for him at sixteen. Not once has he tried to usurp Arthur or undermine him, and that’s saying a lot for a king’s brother these days. Lord knows he has enough work as a seneschal on top of being a knight. But that didn’t mean that everyone in Camelot was mistaken. No, Kay was often less than honorable, though then again, honor seemed like it was in short supply these days. 

“How did you fare?” Bedivere asked Kay when he returned from his quest not even half an hour after he left. He’s soaking wet, and everyone was giving him a wide berth, trying to avoid his temper. Bedivere didn’t worry about it, let him yell himself hoarse, he was going to make sure he wasn’t hurt at the very least.

“I lost the dog.” Kay said simply, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“No, you did not.” Bedivere said, taking Kay's sword and shield so he could have his hands free. Kay huffed.

“Well, it is a ridiculous quest anyway. Why must I follow a dog? What would that lady even want with the foot of a hart anyway?” He complained, “I hate getting wet.”

What happened on that quest, Bedivere had no actual idea. He just knew Kay was a habitual liar, especially when he’s this upset.

“The dog returned.” Bedivere said as he helped Kay with his cloak. Kay grunted, used his magic to warm his hands and rubbed at his face. “It is all wet too. Would you mind telling me how that happened?”

“I did not try to drown the dog, and that is the truth.” Kay said, “I returned because I felt sick.” Bedivere guessed that the second statement was a lie, but as for the first, he had no reason to disbelieve him. Kay shrugged off his chainmail, laying down on his bed.

“I suppose Gawain will attempt the quest now.” Kay continued, “What an auspicious start, by mocking me. He is sure to succeed, it seems no punishment ever touches him. No fear of anything short term, much less eternal perdition.

“Not Gawain; Lancelot will.” Bedivere said, idly folding Kay’s cloak, “And you know that to be untrue. You remember the Green Chapel?”

“He got let off easy and you know it.”

“He girds to this day.”

“Don’t care.” Kay sighed, sitting up slightly, “He has an unseemly easy tendency towards diplomacy.”

“You say that like it devalues his character.”

“It does when he does it.” Kay said, “And Lancelot has a similarly uncontrolled tendency towards violence. You would think it would be the other way around.”

Bedivere tossed the cloak onto Kay’s chair, “Are you done?”

Kay paused, considering the question. Bedivere could almost see his thought process, searching for something else to complain about before Bedivere leaves.

“You’re too kind.” Kay says finally, smiling slightly, “By the hand of my friend, you tolerate too much.”

“Are you done now?” Bedivere asked again after a moment. Kay scoffed, looked up at the ceiling of their room.

“I’m insulted that you’re leaving me to go do God knows what.”

“I won’t stay and lick your wounds.” Bedivere smirked, and Kay bristled. For a moment Bedivere thought he was going to send him away.

“Will you stay and talk to me?” Kay paused, considering, “We can talk about something nice. I can do that.”

“We can do that.”