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Az is so bad at saying no. If Condy just straight up asked them to come back the only reason they wouldn’t is they think karkat and sparks and everyone would be mad if they did))
((tbh i think thats just a timeline thing. because the way i play fax is p much the same.))
ewv lmao.
>You nod and smile, loading up the infuser and closing it just in time for the water to finish boiling. You take the kettle off the stove before the shrieking gets too unbearably high, pour some into each cup, and drop the filled infuser into one so that the chain is still hanging out.
“Just havve to let that steep for a bit. Once it’s ready wwe can ad other things to it—cream an’ sugar, if you wwant it. I like to put honey in mine. Not mind honey, a’ course, obvviously. The regular stuff.”
>As you talk you go about loading the seahorse with an odd variety—orange and chamomile, peppermint and rose. Your own custom blend. You even toss in some regular black tea leaves just for good measure. This has certainly proved a good distraction.
>Thud thud thud. You aren’t bothering to not wag your tail.
“Vwhat’s mind honey?”
>The peppermint is strong smelling, as is the orange, and you twitch your nose a little as you sniff. You could get used to spice smells.
“Is it some kind of drug? I knowv humans had vweird names for drugs.”
>You smile, getting out a little spoon to measure the cinnamon and ginger into the infuser.
“Yeah, I’vve had a long time to collect them. Most a’ the cuter ones are from kids I’vve had—this seahorse one is my favvorite.”
>You pick the infuser in question up by the chain. It’s a simple silver seahorse, with holes along its length, and small beads near the end of the chain where you’re holding. Shells, mostly. You lay it on the counter.
“Anythin’ else you wwant me to throww in here?”
>You shrug. You’re not sure about spices, but you snuffle at what is there before pointing toward the lemongrass and mint. You’ll just deal with the mint effect.
“I’m not really used to figuring these out.”
>You are like a huge puppy, which is endearing. You use this fact to your advantage, making sure you are a proper distraction. One that doesn’t stop him thinking, but is a pleasant thing for him to focus on. Gosh you hope that what you disturbed ends well...
well thank you for that. it certainly raises
my spirits, however i have a very angry and distressed yellowblood to deal with at this moment in time so my hello must be hasty. i apologize. ):B
thats alright! you can ansvwer on your owvn time. ill continue to exist, im patient!
im glad it makes you feel good. i like helping people feel happy and content. i hope all goes vwell vwith your gold colored friend!
fuchsia-cuffs replied to your post:that one hooded person vwith the pink fins....
well hello
yes hello its you! you are a cute.
that one hooded person vwith the pink fins. signless? hes really cute. like. i really just vwant to givwe him a hug.
“Wwhy not? Most a’ the fun comes from experimentin’, let’s see howw it turns out.”
>Grinning at him, you open a drawer full of tea infusers, novelty and otherwise. Some are simple and elegant. Some are whimsical, such as a floating shark fin. But either way, there are a lot. You leave him to that as you get out a pair of cups and saucers.
“Go ahead an’ pick one, I’ll get it ready for you. Showw you howw it’s done.”
>You pick one of the more simple ones and hand it to him with a soft -mrrp- of excitement.
“You havwe a lot of these! some of them are really cute, by the vway.”
>You nod, and then chuckle a bit at his sudden fascination with the spices. You pick up the cinnamon tin and open it for him, showing the small collection of whole cinnamon sticks, stacked neatly on top of a good amount of the ground variety.
“Yeah, it is. I mostly use it tot mix in wwith other stuff—it’s really good wwith apple or pumpkin. Or if I’m feelin’ a bit advventurous I’ll toss it in wwith just a random mix. Givves it a little kick, but it’s good on its owwn, too. Wwhy, you wwant some a’ this?”
“Oooh, yes I vwould lovwe some!”
>You are a silly wiggly beastie. As far as huge fluffy taurs go, you are definitely one of the most excitable. Your nose points you toward the mint varieties as well but you know better. Catnip works just as well on you as on felines. Nutmeg you recognize the smell of but you have never tasted it, as much as the strange spiciness sends a tingle down your spine. Then you are reminded of the ginger you could smell too.
“I’vwe only evwer had ginger and cinnamon alone, but do they go good together?”
“Tea. Yeah, I can. Uh. Yeah, I’ll showw you, come on.”
>You stand, stepping into the slipper you discarded earlier and only barely limping as you make your way over to the counter. You’re still in a bit of a daze, but coming out of it now that you have the opportunity to focus on other things. You fill up the kettle in the sink and put it on the stove to boil, then move to get out all the tea things.
“No one’s evver showwn you howw to make tea before, huh?”
>You are usually a little big for most places but you fit here height wise and you are able to twine around obstacles easy enough, so you stand after him and join him at the counter, watching with fascination.
“Nope. At first I could understand it. Humans think a lot of things are just for them. But then I just met all these people and nevwer got to havwe any. If it tastes as nice as it smells...”
>You trail off as the scent of herbs hits you and perk up a bit, sniffing. Mint, lemongrass, ginger, nutmeg? Cinnamon? You catch scent of the last one and you might be drooling just a little. Your owner used to give you little packets of cinnamon to roll in, and it was your favorite thing.
“Is that cinnamon?”
“N-no, you’re fine, I just.”
>Oh, so now you can speak.
“I. Don’t knoww howw I feel about this. Um.”
>Well, it’s the truth. You’re scared and excited and worried and curious and everything is getting all jumbled up inside and it’s confusing. If your emotions had a face, you would slap some damn sense into them, tell them to get a grip and figure this the fuck out, for god’s sake.
>But they don’t, you can’t, and here you are sitting on your friend, in your nutrition block, in a complete daze because you have no idea what the hell your feelings are doing. Why must you feel so much?
“I think I need a minute.”
“Okay. In the meantime, maybe you could showv me howv to make tea? Nobody evwer vwants to teach me or givwe me any but it alvways smells so vwonderful. It’s not like I can’t handle hot things, I eat cooked food!”
>You are a simple thing and you understand his need for a little space off of that issue. You figure things like that, like tea, are simple enough to keep that nervous energy affixed to a thing to do.
>You start to reply, but stop as their words sink in, and you turn to look at him with a bit of a confused expression on your face. Your mouth is hanging open slightly, and you close it for a moment, only to open it again to give a rebuttal that never comes. Honestly, you look for all the world like, well. Like a fish out of water, confused and a little scared and jaw working soundlessly as you try to figure out words only for them to slip away as soon as they come.
>After a few moments of this, you give up, slumping a bit and staring straight ahead with that same perplexed look on your face. They’re right, of course, that is indeed how it works. And from what you’ve been able to tell, Cronus doesn’t have all that high an opinion of himself, so your fusion making you love him is certainly out as an explanation.
>Well. Fuck. You may just have to rethink your life a little bit.
>He looks so down after that that you cant help but pat him on the back with that paw and readjust so you can hug him again.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something vwrong?”
>You don’t respond for a moment, half listening to him speak and half trying to sort through the convoluted mess that is your thoughts. You nod a little as he finishes, then speak.
“Wwell, maybe. Or that little bit stuck after wwe unfused—um.”
>You twist, turning to point at the gem still glistening in your abdomen’s fluff.
“Anons. He, uh. He got one too, some magic thing I guess, and. Wwe accidentally. Fused.”
>You helplessly gesture with your hands as you attempt to explain, lacing your fingers together in some semblance of a demonstration.
“One body, one mind, for maybe twwo days? It wwas wweird, I. I couldn’t tell wwhere he stopped an’ I began, an’ considerin’ my fucked-up pan, that ain’t the best situation to be in. Still havven’t decided if I enjoyed it or not, noww that it’s ovver.”
>Hang on a second that makes no sense to you. You have been studying magic theory for a while now, and something seems off.
“Does he lovwe himself a lot or something? Because if something made you feel the vway he felt and stuck, it vwould be making you lovwe yourself.”
>You roll your eyes, repeating yourself with more conviction as you look at him.
“I said I don’t, didn’t I? I wwouldn’t say that if I wwasn’t sure.”
>But, well.
“…Okay, maybe I wwas sure. But I just. I don’t knoww anymore, honestly.”
“You think you might havwe devweloped feelings for him then?”
>As playful as you seem, your paw remains a steady presence on his back and you are careful to keep him comfy on you. Your ears swivel and you check for anyone else. Still noone.
“It’s not unusual you knowv. People fall in lovwe like that a lot. Sometimes you learn someone likes you and then you start thinking about them differently, and you realize you could feel the same.”
>You say this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which to you it is. You grew up in the care of humans, so you know how these things work.
“Ww-wwell, no, I’m. Wwe’re. Um. Wwh.”
>You blush, squirming a little and giving a self-conscious little mrr. You didn’t think it’d be this hard to explain. Crap.
“I-I’m not wwith him, he’s just. It’s unrequited. I don’t feel the same wway, I don’t see him like that.”
>You sound more like you’re trying to convince yourself, you think, but you quickly shake that thought away, bringing your hands up to rub at your arms as you look away from him.
“I don’t.”
>Your fins flick and your ears perk. You can hear the note of denial. Your tail thuds a couple times on the floor as you wag it a bit, careful not to knock anything over.
“You don’t? Are you sure?”
>You are twisted oddly and you twist a bit more and further down, flopping onto your side and settling him on the side of your belly so you can bring one huge soft midpaw up to settle on his back.
“Are you suuuure?”
>You look almost comical, twisted around so that you hold him with a midpaw and lay back down on the floor with your upper torso, a mischevious twinkle in your eyes.