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Happy Easter Robbie, I've brought you some candy. - ask-idv-florist (hewwo this is my main)
Though Robbie was hiding in the survivor’s garden, he honestly.. Hadn’t expected to see anyone today. He’d remembered faintly that it was some holiday- a holiday for candy!- but couldn’t quite recall which, as it had been several years since he’d looked at a calendar. Not to mention, calendars didn’t really work in this place.
When he heard the Florist’s voice, he looked up from the small twig he was toying with, then gasped in excitement and scrambled to his feet after stowing the twig under his cape. Candy was always a cause for excitement, after all!
“Candy! What kind? Can we share?”
ask-idv-crybaby:
It took a few minutes of both lustening and silence, broken only by the little hunter’s sobs, before he was able to calm himself- but he leaned against Rene regardless, sniffling softly as the sack covering his.. Well, possibly his head, turned a bit darker as streaks from his tears appeared.
“… You’re not mad?”
His voice was soft, trembling a little with the effort of speaking- but he looked up at Rene shakily, grasping at one of the survivor’s sleeves nervously.
“Promise?”
As the hunter sobbed the florist continued to hold him, rubbing his back to help Robbie calm himself. When he saw the dark stains appear he frowned slightly. So the hunter did have a head under that sack, that was good to know. But also, having a wet sack on his head couldn’t be comfortable. Rene fished a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at the stains lightly.
“I’m not mad.” He assured him in a soft voice. When Robbie gripped his sleeve, asking him to promise, Rene’s smile became less forced. “I promise.”
He then pressed a kiss to his head and squeezed Robbie. “How could I ever be mad at you? You are far too sweet a child for that!”
Robbie flinched at the dabbing, but quickly realized what Rene was doing- and it made him sniffle a little as more emotions crashed over him, though he finally calmed down a bit besides the occasional jolt from the hiccups he’d given himself.
“.. I think... You’re very sweet, too.”
Though he finally gave a shaky giggle at the affection, his grip turning into more of a half-hug to the survivor’s arm.
“Thank you, mister Rene. I’m sorry for doing a mistake.”
And though he paused, Robbie finally glanced back down at the candy, before digging into the bag again and offering an amalgamation jellybeans.
“Which kind is your real favorite?”
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My brain is a metronome labeled violinist and Robbie on each side and it's violently going back and forth
“Ah, hello there. I am Joseph Desaulnier, the Photographer. Now, may I ask, who are you?”
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“—–Life is fascinating just like a never-ending waltz “
Hello everybody. This is a roleplay blog for “ The Priestess “ also known as Fiona Gilman from the game Identity V. If you’re interested in interacting with her please like 🤍 or ( preferable ) reblog ↺ this post and I’ll check out your blog and follow you then! Have a lovely day and thank you very much!
Happy Easter Robbie, I've brought you some candy. - ask-idv-florist (hewwo this is my main)
Though Robbie was hiding in the survivor’s garden, he honestly.. Hadn’t expected to see anyone today. He’d remembered faintly that it was some holiday- a holiday for candy!- but couldn’t quite recall which, as it had been several years since he’d looked at a calendar. Not to mention, calendars didn’t really work in this place.
When he heard the Florist’s voice, he looked up from the small twig he was toying with, then gasped in excitement and scrambled to his feet after stowing the twig under his cape. Candy was always a cause for excitement, after all!
“Candy! What kind? Can we share?”
ask-idv-crybaby:
“No, no! It’s my- I shouldn’t have!”
Robbie whimpered softly, balling his hands into fists and rubbing at where his eyes would be, already breaking down into tears.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… You’re- it’s just- you’re so nice, and no one is ever nice, and it reminded me…”
The very air around them seemed to drop in temperature as he cried, almost as if nature itself was responding to his pain.
“I’m sorry.”
Rene shivered at the drop in temperature. The sun was still out, so it didn’t take him long to realize the cause of it was the hunter. Not just his actions, but the air around him made it obvious just how upset he was. And it only made Rene push his own feelings down deeper.
“There, there. I know you did not mean anything bad by it, so please stop apologizing…” He tried to console him, wrapping Robbie into a loose hug. Unsure of what else to do, Rene thought a moment before speaking.
“It’s fine. Really. Sometimes when we miss someone very much we can look for them in others. It is not a bad thing, so long as he keep in mind the two are not the same people. And I’m not…insulted by it. I am glad that I am able to give you a since of familiarity and comfort. Especially if no one else does.”
It took a few minutes of both lustening and silence, broken only by the little hunter’s sobs, before he was able to calm himself- but he leaned against Rene regardless, sniffling softly as the sack covering his.. Well, possibly his head, turned a bit darker as streaks from his tears appeared.
“... You’re not mad?”
His voice was soft, trembling a little with the effort of speaking- but he looked up at Rene shakily, grasping at one of the survivor’s sleeves nervously.
“Promise?”
Raindrops in puddles
24 May, 2020.
It is raining really hard and I like it, mostly because it's been hot all day
I made some more ocs whose backgrounds don’t really go along with this blog’s rating (One of them does have something to do with The Florist though).
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