Day 270 ♊Fuck off, assholes, can't you see I'm flowerpicking

[polariity]

Who: The Helmsman and Disciple
Open: Closed
When: 270
Where: from the Tower to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman is on now on a mission, and he's dragging his favorite cat along
Format: Prose
Warnings: Psii's mangled quirk and language

As was becoming slowly custom, Psii had gone off on his own to lay in grass and wander around a bit. Unlike other times, however, he's actually done something called "social interaction" and, well, that's just about changed everything for the plan today.

It's best demonstrated when he returns to the hive, glancing inside only long enough to make sure that Disciple is both there and awake.

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And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.

Comments

[polariity]

...Well. Since she's asked and all. His lips quirk up a bit in just the smallest of smirks before an entire shrub is unearthed and hung threateningly over her head.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Well. That's just rude. She traces its path as it moves over head and sprinkles a little dirt on her head. Her eyes narrow.

"I will end you."

[polariity]

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But he's still grinning and shaking the shrub over her head, even as another part of his brain snags another yellow flower to see if he can tuck it in her hair while she's not looking.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I can love you and end you at the same time!" She blinks at the sudden feeling of something strange in her hair but she honestly expects it to be a piece of shrub or a clod of dirt. She gives the shrub a glare and jumps to grab at it. Why? Who's to say.

[polariity]

Missions successful. So it's with something that might actually be a vague grin that he lets her grab onto the shrub, only to make it float higher with her still attached to it.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

There's a moment to contemplate how high he will take her and whether she should just let go. She looks down. ...That time was probably a few seconds ago. Unless she rolls. She glances at the sides of the floating land.

"I feel like this is not my fault!"

[polariity]

Just more ugly sniggering. He keeps her up there for a moment longer, confident in her strength that she'll keep, before finally lowering the shrub.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She glares again, but it's even less effective when she's dangling from a shrub in midair. She loves him but sometimes he needs a kick or two.

"I grabbed--thank you." She lets go when it's low enough and dusts off her hands on her leggings, pointedly not looking at him, "I grabbed it to try to yank it away. Not to test my arm strength. Rude."

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While she's dusting herself off, another flower is discretely deposited into her hair. He couldn't look more pleased if he tried.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"We aren't getting very many flowers you know!"

She's suddenly suspicious of his shit eating grin. What exactly is he doing? Her eyes narrow and watch for any flicks of psionics in the air.

[polariity]

Well, now that she's watching, of course he's not going to be the jackass to ruin the whole game. So he sets the shrub down in more or less its proper place even though it's still unearthed and begins to float over to an other patch of flowers.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She still doesn't trust him not to have some bizarre agenda and plan going on but there was an objective here. She kneels by the nearest bunch of flowers and keeps glancing at him.

"If you hadn't ran away we could have gotten flowers already."

[polariity]

For just the time being, he tries to keep himself from messing with her any further. Gotta catch her unawares, after all. He starts to pick more flowers from their spots, placing them in a careful pile.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She raises an eyebrow but lets him get away with whatever he's planning for a little while. The poor flowers she's gathering in her arms might be a bit bruised in the end.

"I might have. You don't know my choices."

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But let's see... Two sounds like a good number to go for next. He tries to snag in another pair of yellow into her hair, tongue poking out from between his teeth.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She turns to drop an armful flowers by his pile when she spots the two flowers suspiciously floating near her head.

"Hey! What about you!" She tries to duck them but she has little hope of avoiding them.

[polariity]

Awwww. She spotted them. He quickly jabs them into her hair at the right moment, looking smug as he does so.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"You're wasting flowers on my hair."

With hands on her hips, she looks like a weird forest fairy. Sans wings. And the rest of the fairy things. Really she just looks like a troll covered in flowers.

[polariity]

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So fair's fair, as far as he's concerned. He still looks very pleased with himself regardless, and continues to load up flowers into her hair. She has a lot of it, after all. This is a good way to carry them all.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Wow I didn't wast them, I was decorating--" She notices another flower and tries to bat it out of the air. It is remarkably cat-like and not at all effective. Damnit.

"...This is not how I saw this outing going."

[polariity]

Another flower successful. He doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon, either.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Am I your conveyance beast? This is not at all fair." She shakes her head to try to dislodge some of those flowers but her hair is a black hole where things go to die. Sometimes quite literally.

"This is ridiculous. You could carry everything with psionics."

[polariity]

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What a little shit. Yet he just keeps putting flowers into her hair, amused at how she's looking like a walking bush. Eventually, the words reformat into something else and the smirk on his face shifts into an expression awkwardly softer.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

One flower pokes into her ear and she brushes at it. When it shifts, she bats at it again and grabs it to wave at him. But her annoyed expression shifts into something different when his words change. Huh.

"Normal?"

[polariity]

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Maybe this is the kind of hallucination that will last him for a while. A few more centuries, maybe, of him being able to remember dreams filled with flowers and familiar hands in his hair.