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

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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.

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

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Another few flowers to go along her horns.

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She forgot how annoying you were, Psii. How did she forget this. You and your ridiculous cheating psionics.

"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.

There's that beautiful sniggering sound he knows she loves so much, right up until the point where she dumps a bunch of leaves on top of him. He looks startled for a moment, blinking.

It's her turn to smirk and she does so with unfettered glee. Truly, this is a good look for him. Green and startled.

"...Yup, I amend my earlier assessment. You look equally as good in green and red as you do in yellow."

Immediately, his face scrunches up into a scowl again and he zaps at her nose a bit in petty vengeance.

No, see, this is horrible. Horrible and green.

It hurts in a stinging odd sort of way. A way that also makes her sneeze and rub at it awkwardly.

"Wow, if that's your reaction to green now, see if I pail you ever again."

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Duh, Disciple.

"Is it? Is it?"

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.

They are desperately missing something important in this relationship, it's true, and he can only fervently wish that if this hallucination is to continue than maybe who he's looking for will show up as well. It's been a kinder dream than he's had in sweeps, and it's probably foolish to hope for it to get much better, but he still hopes.

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.

Disciple can wish as well but it's less a real wish and a delusional hope. She knows he's dead. She saw it. People don't just come back to life like that. She hadn't died and Psiionic hadn't died but Signless had. Though the times are odd.

She doesn't know what she would say to him. She focuses back on the conversation at hand, pailing and the ability to even do this activity.

"...Sadly I don't think I should put my hands down there and try to find out in the middle of the skyway."

At that, he fakes affronted surprise including a dramatic and delicate hand up to his poor weak little bloodpump.

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"Oh do you really want our first pailing in a thousand sweeps to be on the skyway in public? I had no idea you were so kinky Psii."

This is a lie, she knows all his kinks, it is a thing she'll probably never forget. What he likes is important. Obviously.

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She knows exactly how kinky he is. But that's an amusing conversation for another time, and he tries to gather up some more flowers- this time not immediately putting them into her hair. He'd like to actually come back to the Bastion with some flowers that haven't been devoured by her hair.

"Yeah, well you know what I meant."

She watches him a bit warily, eyes narrowed as she keeps track of the flowers. Huh. It appears it's safe to keep her eyes on her work again.

"Should we make the chains when we get back? It might be easier than trying to move a bunch of them and worrying about them falling apart."

pr0646ly f0r th3 b32t. A floating flower cloud is slowly starting to take shape between the two of them with all they're gathering, held up by that familiar glow.

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"Very true. We just have to make it back of course."

Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she tosses a few flowers at him. Just to see if he can catch them.

A pulse of blue and red suddenly presses outwards and lingers, suspending the floral attack in midair. He squints at her, head cocked to the side, before he sticks his split tongue out at her from between his fangs.

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