[it's sometime in the evening after the icebreaker party finally draws to a close that a certain Low-Preservation Ghostly Tree-kun finds himself meandering through the temple. he's familiarized himself with the only solid structure in these woods as much as he could, but hey! another look around could never hurt]
[a flash of pink catches his eye as he brushes past an arched entrance to one of the many temple rooms. once it registers, he pauses in his steps, before he backpedals to peer into said room, which is occupied by a lovely looking fruit tree and a somber looking idol]
[huh]
Kugayama-san?
[. . .]
Itching for an evening snack?
[a flash of pink catches his eye as he brushes past an arched entrance to one of the many temple rooms. once it registers, he pauses in his steps, before he backpedals to peer into said room, which is occupied by a lovely looking fruit tree and a somber looking idol]
[huh]
Kugayama-san?
[. . .]
Itching for an evening snack?
[ ... She's not in the mood. Not with the way the evening ended, with Rion simultaneously saying too much and too little, and Kou withdrawing back into a safer shell where he didn't have to address the issue of his childhood friend.
It would have been better if she'd been able to sleep, but as tiring as that had been, her nerves are still buzzing. She's not in a place where she can just sing all of her frustration out either, so here she sits, one knee pulled up close enough to hug.
But of course the one person who shows up is the one person who's already seen her more... disagreeable side. Great. ]
You caught me. I'm totally feeling an apple right about now.
[ she says. Listlessly. ]
It would have been better if she'd been able to sleep, but as tiring as that had been, her nerves are still buzzing. She's not in a place where she can just sing all of her frustration out either, so here she sits, one knee pulled up close enough to hug.
But of course the one person who shows up is the one person who's already seen her more... disagreeable side. Great. ]
You caught me. I'm totally feeling an apple right about now.
[ she says. Listlessly. ]
[normally, Akira wouldn't be anywhere near royal territory, so it's kind of an anomaly for him to be skulking about the palace gates today. but then again, he's spent like, nearly two weeks hanging out in Syndicate territory and picking pockets in the Grand Market. he figures if he wants to learn more about the city, he should proooobably try and eavesdrop for information on the other side of things, too]
[and that's why he's here, hanging around Rion's special flying spot (not that he's privy to this information). it's taken him some time, but he's finally bought some proper attire for the desert (a loose-fitting hooded cloak pulled over a t-shirt and some cargo pants because DID YOU KNOW when you go hiking in the desert this is the recommended attire??), so he at least doesn't stick out like a sore thumb among the natives. for once!!]
[Iwai is perched on his shoulder, head poking out from underneath said hood, tongue flicking through the air as Akira people watches with his hands in his pockets and his back resting up against a building wall. he looks casual! and completely unassuming!]
[and he is totally not expecting to find any flying idols today]
[and that's why he's here, hanging around Rion's special flying spot (not that he's privy to this information). it's taken him some time, but he's finally bought some proper attire for the desert (a loose-fitting hooded cloak pulled over a t-shirt and some cargo pants because DID YOU KNOW when you go hiking in the desert this is the recommended attire??), so he at least doesn't stick out like a sore thumb among the natives. for once!!]
[Iwai is perched on his shoulder, head poking out from underneath said hood, tongue flicking through the air as Akira people watches with his hands in his pockets and his back resting up against a building wall. he looks casual! and completely unassuming!]
[and he is totally not expecting to find any flying idols today]
[ It would be pretty odd if he was expecting to find any flying idols today, and said flying idol isn't expecting to find anyone either-- this is practice time, and as much as her shoulder blades are already aching, she'd like to think she's managing longer and higher each time.
But she swoops down now on a pair of golden-orange wings that look to be made more out of some manner of light than actual substance, about to land in the usual spot with a sharp turn--
That's definitely occupied????
With a yelp, Rion quickly adjusts course mid-flight, meaning she thankfully misses Akira and not-so-thankfully bonks right into another wall instead. After hitting an inexplicably existing clothesline draped with (of course) clothes.
That sure is a gracefully descending lump of clothing making a glorious landing on the ground. ]
But she swoops down now on a pair of golden-orange wings that look to be made more out of some manner of light than actual substance, about to land in the usual spot with a sharp turn--
That's definitely occupied????
With a yelp, Rion quickly adjusts course mid-flight, meaning she thankfully misses Akira and not-so-thankfully bonks right into another wall instead. After hitting an inexplicably existing clothesline draped with (of course) clothes.
That sure is a gracefully descending lump of clothing making a glorious landing on the ground. ]
[They can't fight forever. As much as they want to save everyone, at some point they have to stop, take a break and regroup, with a breather.
It's important.
It's necessary.
And so Kou's showing up with one of those stupid melons, cut up, and offers Rion a slice as he slumps against the wall next to her.]
It's important.
It's necessary.
And so Kou's showing up with one of those stupid melons, cut up, and offers Rion a slice as he slumps against the wall next to her.]
My hero.
[ ... yeah, Rion sounds tired. But is also grateful, which is why she nudges her shoulder against his in thanks before she takes that melon slice and bites into it. ]
[ ... yeah, Rion sounds tired. But is also grateful, which is why she nudges her shoulder against his in thanks before she takes that melon slice and bites into it. ]
Rion? Do you have any plans for the upcoming holidays?
[It seemed like a good idea at the time. Try to use new ingredients to figure out if they can make some more familiar foods. But it's one thing to taste test fruits and veggies they've never seen before and trying to make food out of that, and...another entire to be able to use them in recipes.
It.
It's...going...?
(But not well.)
Kou squints at Rion's pan.]
Uh, Rion--
[IT'S BUBBLING...]
It.
It's...going...?
(But not well.)
Kou squints at Rion's pan.]
Uh, Rion--
[IT'S BUBBLING...]
Oh, no!! I could've sworn I had the heat turned down!
[ gosh dang it.
The heat is not the problem. ]
[ gosh dang it.
The heat is not the problem. ]
[ When it's another lovely day to be wandering out and about in robotville, perhaps it's no surprise 9S ends up running into a familiar face. Not literally, of course; it's only a couple of blocks away from their designated hostel when he spots Rion, and rather than simply pass her by— ]
—Oh, hey! Where you headed to?
—Oh, hey! Where you headed to?
Hey--! I was just looking into something interesting.
[ Way to sound cheerfully shady, Rion. ]
[ Way to sound cheerfully shady, Rion. ]
[it's not like investigating the storm was particularly physically taxing, beyond Akira needing to use his athletic strength to maneuver his way around the ruined city. but even so, the end of their reconnaissance mission leaves him pretty wiped (the lack of proper food and water probably doesn't help), to the point of where he makes his way back to the station for rest]
[Rion will find him sitting on a dusty bench, back pressed against the wall, arms folded and shoulders slumped. his head is bowed, chin tucked against his chest, and his legs crossed. he looks. . . peaceful, with his eyes closed and his glasses sitting folded on the bench next to him]
[peaceful enough to pester! or to let nap? actually, is he napping, or is he still awake? good question. WHY DON'T YOU INVESTIGATE, RION]
[Rion will find him sitting on a dusty bench, back pressed against the wall, arms folded and shoulders slumped. his head is bowed, chin tucked against his chest, and his legs crossed. he looks. . . peaceful, with his eyes closed and his glasses sitting folded on the bench next to him]
[peaceful enough to pester! or to let nap? actually, is he napping, or is he still awake? good question. WHY DON'T YOU INVESTIGATE, RION]
[ SURE THING, HELPFUL SUGGESTIVE BRACKETS.
Rion is definitely drained by the end of this investigation, though she's had a few opportunities to rest by now. Largely against her will, but hey, she's managed. More importantly, it means she can check on her other friends, and it's while doing so that she runs across Akira conked out on the bench.
... Maybe he's conked out, she can't tell, so she'll step closer and lean in a little to try and peer at his face. ]
Akiiiiiiira.
[ She'll start there. ]
Rion is definitely drained by the end of this investigation, though she's had a few opportunities to rest by now. Largely against her will, but hey, she's managed. More importantly, it means she can check on her other friends, and it's while doing so that she runs across Akira conked out on the bench.
... Maybe he's conked out, she can't tell, so she'll step closer and lean in a little to try and peer at his face. ]
Akiiiiiiira.
[ She'll start there. ]
[Eventually, he does go find her. They don't have a lot in the way of supplies right now, but he does dig into a lot of the snacks and food that they were given for the trip and manages to pry out some tea. Nice.
Boiling water takes awhile out here too, which is why it takes him this long to chase her down.
But when he does, it's to gently knock a cup of tea lightly against her shoulder.]
Hey.
Boiling water takes awhile out here too, which is why it takes him this long to chase her down.
But when he does, it's to gently knock a cup of tea lightly against her shoulder.]
Hey.
[ Twenty minutes is enough to stop seething, her anger more of a tired simmer than anything. But she doesn't bother to glare when Kou taps her shoulder, instead reaching for the mug in a way more subdued manner than usual. ]
Hey.
Hey.
soon after the BGs lay out their plan for taking on the storm
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2018-08-08 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[like a good friend, he gives Rion a day or so of space to cool down. but with the danger of their newest mission lying ahead of them, there's no way he can't say something to her-- no matter how small that something may be-- before they're shipped off to conquer this force of nature]
[he finds her in the underground tunnels, which may be vast and cavernous but still aren't that great for flying. and yet, that's exactly what she's doing. he really shouldn't be surprised. and in a way, he isn't]
[he doesn't say anything when he first spots her, but he does stand nearby, easily within view, as he waits for her to descend back to the ground]
[he finds her in the underground tunnels, which may be vast and cavernous but still aren't that great for flying. and yet, that's exactly what she's doing. he really shouldn't be surprised. and in a way, he isn't]
[he doesn't say anything when he first spots her, but he does stand nearby, easily within view, as he waits for her to descend back to the ground]
[ her practice here is less expansive than El Minha; she's focused more on keeping herself up in the air with steady wing beats than zooming around. But she's obviously been at it for awhile, from the strain in her expression.
... Which quickly becomes blank once she straightens from her landing crouch and sees him. ]
... Which quickly becomes blank once she straightens from her landing crouch and sees him. ]
[Now that all hell has broken loose and the hard part's been done, Ryuji can't find himself sitting still long enough to enjoy some respite. He's always had a lot of energy, and not being out there in the front lines had nearly killed him.
Okay, not exactly nearly killed him?
Those lightning bolts probably would've fried him alive. And he can outrun his feelings, but not shocks raining down from the sky like he was waving his arms wildly screaming at the world "COME GET ME, ASSHOLE" - which is exactly what would've essentially been the scene had he followed into the more dangerous assembly of tasks to be taken.
So Rion might be around, might be coming back, but he's helping reboot these shitty windows XP pre-service pack 1 dropouts, when he spots her. Oh, man, he knows some stuff. How's he going to treat her?
He lifts a lifeless android up by the waist and proceeds to wave at her using the sleeping thing's hand.]
'Ey!
Okay, not exactly nearly killed him?
Those lightning bolts probably would've fried him alive. And he can outrun his feelings, but not shocks raining down from the sky like he was waving his arms wildly screaming at the world "COME GET ME, ASSHOLE" - which is exactly what would've essentially been the scene had he followed into the more dangerous assembly of tasks to be taken.
So Rion might be around, might be coming back, but he's helping reboot these shitty windows XP pre-service pack 1 dropouts, when he spots her. Oh, man, he knows some stuff. How's he going to treat her?
He lifts a lifeless android up by the waist and proceeds to wave at her using the sleeping thing's hand.]
'Ey!
[ Rion's had a day, just like most everyone has had a day. Her day has largely consisted of being the loving teammate to Kou's exasperated sense of duty, but it's also involved dragging certain people away from haphazardly sprinting into the path of oncoming lightning bolts or debris. Sometimes both. A nap is very high on her list of priorities, after "Be a good JRPG character and check on everyone else first".
Which is, coincidentally, what brings her across Ryuji and his new unconscious android friend.
For a few seconds, she just stares, as though she's tired and trying to process the simple fact of Ryuji using an android as a puppet (she is). But then, she strides closer and-- waves back.
Of course she does. ]
Alfonso! You're looking-- well-rested.
[ "Alfonso" is probably not the android's name, but it doesn't need to know that. ]
Which is, coincidentally, what brings her across Ryuji and his new unconscious android friend.
For a few seconds, she just stares, as though she's tired and trying to process the simple fact of Ryuji using an android as a puppet (she is). But then, she strides closer and-- waves back.
Of course she does. ]
Alfonso! You're looking-- well-rested.
[ "Alfonso" is probably not the android's name, but it doesn't need to know that. ]
[okay so Akira hasn't be, completely resting. . . sue him for getting a small bout of cabin fever!! first aid tent fever? whatever; the point was, he couldn't stay relegated to a cot for the entirety of his recovery period. and it only took about a day or so for the injury on his leg to stop hurting every time he put pressure on it, so. everything is fine!]
[nevertheless, if Rion comes looking, she'll find Akira currently laid out on one of the cots. his hands are linked behind his head and his eyes are closed and he allllmost looks like he's sleeping]
[hm]
[bother?]
[nevertheless, if Rion comes looking, she'll find Akira currently laid out on one of the cots. his hands are linked behind his head and his eyes are closed and he allllmost looks like he's sleeping]
[hm]
[bother?]
[ hmm!
This feels familiar, and Rion's already been fooled once, so as tempted as she is to just let him catch up on rest, she's determined to not go down this same road again.
So carefully, she leans over him, studying him silently for a good few seconds, aaaand-- ]
Speak up now if you're awake or you're getting tickled. Fair warning.
This feels familiar, and Rion's already been fooled once, so as tempted as she is to just let him catch up on rest, she's determined to not go down this same road again.
So carefully, she leans over him, studying him silently for a good few seconds, aaaand-- ]
Speak up now if you're awake or you're getting tickled. Fair warning.
[Hey Rion.
Kou's definitely just...dragging blankets and a pillow over to your room now.
He also gently chucks a box of tissues her way.]
I'm gonna stay here while you're sick. [He says with his voice a croak SO OBVIOUSLY HE IS ALSO SICK.] Something about this isn't right, like Akira said, so I want to be here.
Kou's definitely just...dragging blankets and a pillow over to your room now.
He also gently chucks a box of tissues her way.]
I'm gonna stay here while you're sick. [He says with his voice a croak SO OBVIOUSLY HE IS ALSO SICK.] Something about this isn't right, like Akira said, so I want to be here.
... You mean while we're both sick?
[ That box of tissues sure just landed softly out of reach, so Rion's going to haul herself up to a seated position in bed and carefully reach for it.
And sneeze. ]
Responsible as always, Kou-kun.
[ That box of tissues sure just landed softly out of reach, so Rion's going to haul herself up to a seated position in bed and carefully reach for it.
And sneeze. ]
Responsible as always, Kou-kun.
[the cold doesn't go away]
[if anything, it gets worse. the first day of the second week, Akira rolls out of bed with a body full of fever aches and a forehead drenched in sweat. he recognizes that this is more than just a mild bug, and the reasonable part of him knows that he should park his ass in bed and stay there until the whole thing blows over]
[but he isn't doing that. unsurprisingly]
[he spends his days meandering sluggishly throughout the temple, checking on friends and strangers alike and occasionally stealing naps underneath various fruit trees (Rion would so make fun of him if she knew). his steps are heavy and his chest heaves with every breath he takes, but still he pushes forward. it's only a fever, he tells himself. I'm fine. I can handle this. This is nothing]
[. . . and he tries his best not to think about the flashes of a familiar sharp smile, worn by a detective dressed in brown, in the corners of his vision. the occasional phantom sensation of heavy chains weighing down his wrists and ankles. the rare echoes of a fired gun clanging in his skull]
[today, he drags himself to Rion's room, his blanket pulled tightly over his head and shoulders like a cloak. she'll certainly scold him for being out and about like this, but hey. . . on the bright side, that means she'll probably let him nap with her again]
[so there's the sharp noise of someone knocking on Rion's door, followed by a heavy cough. is she awake!1]
[if anything, it gets worse. the first day of the second week, Akira rolls out of bed with a body full of fever aches and a forehead drenched in sweat. he recognizes that this is more than just a mild bug, and the reasonable part of him knows that he should park his ass in bed and stay there until the whole thing blows over]
[but he isn't doing that. unsurprisingly]
[he spends his days meandering sluggishly throughout the temple, checking on friends and strangers alike and occasionally stealing naps underneath various fruit trees (Rion would so make fun of him if she knew). his steps are heavy and his chest heaves with every breath he takes, but still he pushes forward. it's only a fever, he tells himself. I'm fine. I can handle this. This is nothing]
[. . . and he tries his best not to think about the flashes of a familiar sharp smile, worn by a detective dressed in brown, in the corners of his vision. the occasional phantom sensation of heavy chains weighing down his wrists and ankles. the rare echoes of a fired gun clanging in his skull]
[today, he drags himself to Rion's room, his blanket pulled tightly over his head and shoulders like a cloak. she'll certainly scold him for being out and about like this, but hey. . . on the bright side, that means she'll probably let him nap with her again]
[so there's the sharp noise of someone knocking on Rion's door, followed by a heavy cough. is she awake!1]
[ She's not awake! Given the option, she'd absolutely love to be awake, but for the time being, she is very much unconscious.
It hadn't seemed so bad at first. She'd been tired, and achy, and a tad grumpy but Kou had moved himself in and it had been nice to have equally sick company. Except that she'd been asleep so much that she hadn't really had too many opportunities to chat with him, and when she had been awake, his teleporting had apparently kicked in and deposited him elsewhere. She'd wanted to find him, but two steps out of bed had led to her wobbling into a wall. And that hadn't gone well, so back into bed she'd gone.
Sleep was beginning to become something she dreaded, though. Not because it was boring (although it was) or she felt like she was losing out on the day (which she was), but because with sleep came nightmares. And those nightmares tended to cling, an impassively beautiful face staring at her and a taloned hand beckoning-- then gripping when Rion tried to draw back, and a cold voice continued to whisper
You wanted this you wished for this THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED
The room explodes, engulfed in flames, and she can hear them, the voices wailing in agony.
In actuality, none of this is happening, but Akira will still be able to make out a hoarse, strangled cry that would be a scream if Rion had the voice for it. ]
It hadn't seemed so bad at first. She'd been tired, and achy, and a tad grumpy but Kou had moved himself in and it had been nice to have equally sick company. Except that she'd been asleep so much that she hadn't really had too many opportunities to chat with him, and when she had been awake, his teleporting had apparently kicked in and deposited him elsewhere. She'd wanted to find him, but two steps out of bed had led to her wobbling into a wall. And that hadn't gone well, so back into bed she'd gone.
Sleep was beginning to become something she dreaded, though. Not because it was boring (although it was) or she felt like she was losing out on the day (which she was), but because with sleep came nightmares. And those nightmares tended to cling, an impassively beautiful face staring at her and a taloned hand beckoning-- then gripping when Rion tried to draw back, and a cold voice continued to whisper
You wanted this you wished for this THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED
The room explodes, engulfed in flames, and she can hear them, the voices wailing in agony.
In actuality, none of this is happening, but Akira will still be able to make out a hoarse, strangled cry that would be a scream if Rion had the voice for it. ]
[the fever breaks, but things still don't get better]
[it's much nicer to be able to walk without being struck by sudden bouts of lightheaded dizziness, or without being winded within the first five steps. even his coughs are beginning to subside, which does so much for soothing the rawness in his throat. but Akira barely has time to enjoy any of that, because in the absence of normal flu symptoms?]
[he can't feel a goddamn thing]
[he chalks it up to being exhausted the first time he realizes that his fingers are numb to every single sensation. but as the days creep by and even a good night's rest doesn't bring his sense of touch back, as he starts to fumble with objects and knock his legs and shoulders against the corners of hallways, he definitely realizes this isn't normal]
[and that part is so, so frustrating]
[so! today, Akira can be found in the kitchen, attempting to serve himself up a bowl of simple soup. except. . .]
-- shit!
[at some point? he winds up dropping that bowl onto the ground, splashing warm soup everywhere. and, under the impression that he's completely alone and no one else is around to see him lose his cool just a little bit, he slams his fist down against the counter, shoulders hunched and shaking with frustration]
Damn it. . .
[he hates not being well]
[it's much nicer to be able to walk without being struck by sudden bouts of lightheaded dizziness, or without being winded within the first five steps. even his coughs are beginning to subside, which does so much for soothing the rawness in his throat. but Akira barely has time to enjoy any of that, because in the absence of normal flu symptoms?]
[he can't feel a goddamn thing]
[he chalks it up to being exhausted the first time he realizes that his fingers are numb to every single sensation. but as the days creep by and even a good night's rest doesn't bring his sense of touch back, as he starts to fumble with objects and knock his legs and shoulders against the corners of hallways, he definitely realizes this isn't normal]
[and that part is so, so frustrating]
[so! today, Akira can be found in the kitchen, attempting to serve himself up a bowl of simple soup. except. . .]
-- shit!
[at some point? he winds up dropping that bowl onto the ground, splashing warm soup everywhere. and, under the impression that he's completely alone and no one else is around to see him lose his cool just a little bit, he slams his fist down against the counter, shoulders hunched and shaking with frustration]
Damn it. . .
[he hates not being well]
[ It's a relief the first time she takes a breath and she can breathe, and she can sit up without having to brace a palm on the mattress to keep herself from toppling over from the dizziness alone. It looks as though the worst has come to pass-- for her, at least, despite tiring out more easily.
It's fine, that too will pass, and she has a bigger concern. Because while Rion's okay, she's fast realizing that a lot of people are still... very much not. People running into walls, people who aren't answering when others call out to them... something's up.
And that feeling is made all the more stronger when she rounds the corner into the kitchen just in time to hear Akira vehemently curse and the aftermath.
Silently, she steps forward, kneels to pick up the bowl and straightens to place it on the counter beside his fist. She won't say anything just yet. ]
It's fine, that too will pass, and she has a bigger concern. Because while Rion's okay, she's fast realizing that a lot of people are still... very much not. People running into walls, people who aren't answering when others call out to them... something's up.
And that feeling is made all the more stronger when she rounds the corner into the kitchen just in time to hear Akira vehemently curse and the aftermath.
Silently, she steps forward, kneels to pick up the bowl and straightens to place it on the counter beside his fist. She won't say anything just yet. ]
Rion? It's Arenvald. Do you have a moment?
It's nothing bad, I promise.
It's nothing bad, I promise.
[ ...? ]
Yeah, what's up? Need more shopping advice?
Yeah, what's up? Need more shopping advice?
Bat signal.
[uh]
[what?]
[uh]
[what?]
Hey, Rion!
Do you have a minute? I wanted to show you something.
[Ann hasn't forgotten the promise she made awhile back.]
Do you have a minute? I wanted to show you something.
[Ann hasn't forgotten the promise she made awhile back.]
Yeah, of course. Where do you want to meet up?[and that night after Rion catches Akira practicing with his Personas in the fighting ring. . .]
Meet me in the kitchen.
Meet me in the kitchen.
[ He'll get a short little star emoji of acknowledgment--
And sure enough, Rion will pop into the kitchen soon enough, dressed in an oversized sweater, leggings, and with her hair down. She didn't have much to work with, but hey. She tried. ]
And sure enough, Rion will pop into the kitchen soon enough, dressed in an oversized sweater, leggings, and with her hair down. She didn't have much to work with, but hey. She tried. ]
[ At some point during the week, Rion may catch Prompto in the kitchen, raiding the ice box for ice cream. Truth be told, he hasn't left his room much over the last couple of days, behaving unusually like a shut-in, and when he does, he's been spending most of his time out by the lake, trying to clear his head.
It doesn't help. He knows he needs to talk to someone, but that's not so easy, either. He's never been good about asking for help when he needs it, but from the way he is piling an assortment of ice cream pints into the crook of his arm, he could certainly use it, both literally or figuratively.
It's a few moments before Prompto realizes he's not alone, and he startles so badly he nearly topples his ice cream tower right on the floor. ]
O-oh! H-hey, Rion...didn't see you there. [ Evidently. ] What's...what's up?
[ Don't mind how tired he looks. He moves to lean nonchalantly against the table, not acknowledging the ice cream one bit.
He's fine. ]
It doesn't help. He knows he needs to talk to someone, but that's not so easy, either. He's never been good about asking for help when he needs it, but from the way he is piling an assortment of ice cream pints into the crook of his arm, he could certainly use it, both literally or figuratively.
It's a few moments before Prompto realizes he's not alone, and he startles so badly he nearly topples his ice cream tower right on the floor. ]
O-oh! H-hey, Rion...didn't see you there. [ Evidently. ] What's...what's up?
[ Don't mind how tired he looks. He moves to lean nonchalantly against the table, not acknowledging the ice cream one bit.
He's fine. ]
... Hey, Prompto...
[ This begins in the tone of someone who is trying to ease someone else into an intervention for his own good. Tentative, coaxing, and worry incredibly well-hidden. ]
I was just thinking I was in the mood for some ice cream, but if you're gonna use 'em to make a fort, I can always try again tomorrow.
[ This begins in the tone of someone who is trying to ease someone else into an intervention for his own good. Tentative, coaxing, and worry incredibly well-hidden. ]
I was just thinking I was in the mood for some ice cream, but if you're gonna use 'em to make a fort, I can always try again tomorrow.
SO, now that nobody's sick anymore and we've all made it through our underwater cave adventures for the time being, what do you say we catch up?
The baths are free, and I figured out baking. Think I can tempt you?
[HEY GIRL HEY]
The baths are free, and I figured out baking. Think I can tempt you?
[HEY GIRL HEY]
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