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Day 270 ♊Fuck off, assholes, can't you see I'm flowerpicking
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.
g3t 1n th3 f0ur wh33l3d tr4n2p0rt4t10n v3h1cl3 l023r w3'r3 901n9 fl0w3r p1ck1n9
And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.
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.
g3t 1n th3 f0ur wh33l3d tr4n2p0rt4t10n v3h1cl3 l023r w3'r3 901n9 fl0w3r p1ck1n9
And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.
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Or fluffy enough. He lets his chin rest along her shoulder, breathing in her smell and that of flowers.
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She ruffles his hair and then quickly tugs a flower free from her hair and tucks it into his. She could fit twenty. Maybe thirty. If she rubbed it to make it all static-y.
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He doesn't want them to fit. This is very unfair. Clearly the answer to this is to try and stuff more flowers into her hair than she is his. Good thing he has a quicker way of doing it... Although they may run out of flowers in this area soon.
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She's up to five by the time she's done talking and his attempts to fill in all her blank spots makes sure there's plenty at hand.
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Well. Alright. That's not entirely true. She's using up all the flowers that he's picking. Still. It's the principle of the thing.
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"...Did you already strip all the flowers from the area. Just how many flowers are in my hair!"
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"...Now your plan is foiled! You can't fit anymore in my hair if you can't find anything to put in it."
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"I don't think we can fit an entire skyways worth of flowers into my hair. I am positive. I'm going to wake up tommorow with flowers in our pile."
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Seriously. They've lost small animals to it, he thinks, and they'll certainly lose some of those flowers. That just means they have to double the amount in order to bring enough back to the Bastion.
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But she trails along behind him because someone has to take care of his idiotic ass. She brushes at a flower hanging in her eyes and sighs the long suffering sigh.
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th12 12 m0r3 funny
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She stands there with such a put upon look on her face. The world is not her oyster. This is the cat with a sweater look.
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"You're way too pleased with yourself."
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Another few flowers to go along her horns.
wh3n y0u w3r3 d01n9 1t t0 m3
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"Yeah, well I--" She sputters when a flower falls into her mouth and she delicately picks it out, "I tried that but you put in three for every one I pull out!"
She storms over, strips a handful of leaves off a nearby tree and dumps them over his head.
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"...Yup, I amend my earlier assessment. You look equally as good in green and red as you do in yellow."
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No, see, this is horrible. Horrible and green.
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"Wow, if that's your reaction to green now, see if I pail you ever again."
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Duh, Disciple.
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Yes. It is. but she's still going to grin at him.
"Yellow and red and green all over. Just like I like it."
Liked it. They're still missing a key part of their relationship but she can pretend and enjoy the memories.
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d0nt 3v3n kn0w 1f 1 c4n c0ntr16ut3 4nym0r3 he muses, suddenly thoughtful. Is it like his voice, too, so unused that he can't quite do it anymore? This is suddenly a dire conundrum, hallucination or not.
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