Yes, I Can Catch A Yooyu With My Fins

@collifey

Reshar Collifey, Goaltender to Team Darigan Citadel, Free spirited, Not As Mean As I Look I just want love, I'm a sweetheart.

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[Tormo watched, hands behind his back, as Reshar named off the flowers. He’d sometimes bend down a little to take a closer look at a particular specimen, but mainly kept his focus on his goalie, and how gentle he was with the plants.]

[He was about to comfort Reshar at his despondence for not being about to grow a certain flower, but was quickly pulled into the bed of Yooyu flowers instead.]

Yeah Resh, they’re really somethin’…

[In actuality, Tormo felt the flowers looked too alike to their namesake, as if they were faceless corpses. He looked at Reshar and decided to keep that morbid sentiment to himself.]

[Reshar nodded happily.] There aren’t any Darigan Yooyu ones though, which sucks. I guess the breeders never really bothered.

[He stood up again, dusting the dirt off his knees.] Come on. We should keep exploring. Unless you wanted to stay?

[Tormo remained sitting, legs out in front, moving his feet from side to side.] Dunno. Whatever you wanna do.

[Reshar smiled and reached down, grabbing Tormo’s arm and pulling him up, not letting go once the Bruce was standing.] I think we should keep looking.

[Tormo noticed the lingering hold on his arm. Without thinking much about it, he mirrored the motion and grabbed Reshar’s. His claws grazed against the inside of his goalie’s wrist. He leaned his weight experimentally onto his toes. Reshar was big; Tormo only came up to his chest at the most, even with his head tilted up to him.]

[He dropped his head down with a quiet, resigned sigh. Then looked back at his goalie with a grin.]

You win, buddy. [He turned towards the path, fluidly letting go of his grasp and pulling away from Reshar’s.] Let’s boogie, then.

[Reshar smiled a little bit, looking down at Tormo, warmth spreading through his chest.]

I always win. Or I try too. [He giggled, and followed Tormo down the path, his tail swinging happily behind him.]

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

Sounds good ta me.

[They continued walking until Tormo noticed a low dirt path, partially covered by greenery, out of the corner of his eye.]

Don’ think we’ve gone this way yet. Wanna check it out?

[Reshar peered down the path and nodded eagerly, turning to follow the narrow path.]

So what have you got in mind?

[He peered ahead looking for any signs of something that would catch his eye.]

Mm, ain’t sure yet. I kinda want him ta just open his suitcase and BAM! [He bopped his fist into the palm of his other hand.] Y’know what I mean?

[Tormo glanced around, distracted by the unfamiliar, and rather bizarre flora surrounding them.] Off-topic, but I gotta say some a’ these flowers are REALLY trippy-lookin’.

[He looked up at Reshar, eyes squinted and head tilted.] Know what any of ‘em are?

[Reshar giggled at mental image of their captain’s reaction to what Tormo had planned, and he nodded.] Yeah I think so.

[He shrugged, looking around.] Some yeah. [He pointed at a patch of orange and blue flowers.] Those are Kougra Lillies. And those are snake roses. [He said pointing to a purple and yellow plant.]

[Reshar kneeled onto the ground next to Tormo and stroked the petals of another flower.] And this is an electric daffodil. I can never get them to grow in the Citadel. [He said forlornly.]

[He brightened.] Oh look! Yooyu flowers. [He grabbed Tormo’s arm and pulled him over to a bright patch of flowers.]

[Tormo watched, hands behind his back, as Reshar named off the flowers. He’d sometimes bend down a little to take a closer look at a particular specimen, but mainly kept his focus on his goalie, and how gentle he was with the plants.]

[He was about to comfort Reshar at his despondence for not being about to grow a certain flower, but was quickly pulled into the bed of Yooyu flowers instead.]

Yeah Resh, they’re really somethin’…

[In actuality, Tormo felt the flowers looked too alike to their namesake, as if they were faceless corpses. He looked at Reshar and decided to keep that morbid sentiment to himself.]

[Reshar nodded happily.] There aren’t any Darigan Yooyu ones though, which sucks. I guess the breeders never really bothered.

[He stood up again, dusting the dirt off his knees.] Come on. We should keep exploring. Unless you wanted to stay?

[Tormo remained sitting, legs out in front, moving his feet from side to side.] Dunno. Whatever you wanna do.

[Reshar smiled and reached down, grabbing Tormo’s arm and pulling him up, not letting go once the Bruce was standing.] I think we should keep looking.

#//i was sure i'd responded to this fck sorry

What's the best dream you've ever had?

When my team wins the cup for the second time. I still have this dream every once in a while. Still stings when I wake up from it.

We'll get there again :)

Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?

I - I don’t - think so? I feel like love should be a happy feeling.

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

Sounds good ta me.

[They continued walking until Tormo noticed a low dirt path, partially covered by greenery, out of the corner of his eye.]

Don’ think we’ve gone this way yet. Wanna check it out?

[Reshar peered down the path and nodded eagerly, turning to follow the narrow path.]

So what have you got in mind?

[He peered ahead looking for any signs of something that would catch his eye.]

Mm, ain’t sure yet. I kinda want him ta just open his suitcase and BAM! [He bopped his fist into the palm of his other hand.] Y’know what I mean?

[Tormo glanced around, distracted by the unfamiliar, and rather bizarre flora surrounding them.] Off-topic, but I gotta say some a’ these flowers are REALLY trippy-lookin’.

[He looked up at Reshar, eyes squinted and head tilted.] Know what any of ‘em are?

[Reshar giggled at mental image of their captain’s reaction to what Tormo had planned, and he nodded.] Yeah I think so.

[He shrugged, looking around.] Some yeah. [He pointed at a patch of orange and blue flowers.] Those are Kougra Lillies. And those are snake roses. [He said pointing to a purple and yellow plant.]

[Reshar kneeled onto the ground next to Tormo and stroked the petals of another flower.] And this is an electric daffodil. I can never get them to grow in the Citadel. [He said forlornly.]

[He brightened.] Oh look! Yooyu flowers. [He grabbed Tormo’s arm and pulled him over to a bright patch of flowers.]

[Tormo watched, hands behind his back, as Reshar named off the flowers. He’d sometimes bend down a little to take a closer look at a particular specimen, but mainly kept his focus on his goalie, and how gentle he was with the plants.]

[He was about to comfort Reshar at his despondence for not being about to grow a certain flower, but was quickly pulled into the bed of Yooyu flowers instead.]

Yeah Resh, they’re really somethin’…

[In actuality, Tormo felt the flowers looked too alike to their namesake, as if they were faceless corpses. He looked at Reshar and decided to keep that morbid sentiment to himself.]

[Reshar nodded happily.] There aren’t any Darigan Yooyu ones though, which sucks. I guess the breeders never really bothered.

[He stood up again, dusting the dirt off his knees.] Come on. We should keep exploring. Unless you wanted to stay?

#//sorry this is so short omg

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

Sounds good ta me.

[They continued walking until Tormo noticed a low dirt path, partially covered by greenery, out of the corner of his eye.]

Don’ think we’ve gone this way yet. Wanna check it out?

[Reshar peered down the path and nodded eagerly, turning to follow the narrow path.]

So what have you got in mind?

[He peered ahead looking for any signs of something that would catch his eye.]

Mm, ain’t sure yet. I kinda want him ta just open his suitcase and BAM! [He bopped his fist into the palm of his other hand.] Y’know what I mean?

[Tormo glanced around, distracted by the unfamiliar, and rather bizarre flora surrounding them.] Off-topic, but I gotta say some a’ these flowers are REALLY trippy-lookin’.

[He looked up at Reshar, eyes squinted and head tilted.] Know what any of ‘em are?

[Reshar giggled at mental image of their captain’s reaction to what Tormo had planned, and he nodded.] Yeah I think so.

[He shrugged, looking around.] Some yeah. [He pointed at a patch of orange and blue flowers.] Those are Kougra Lillies. And those are snake roses. [He said pointing to a purple and yellow plant.]

[Reshar kneeled onto the ground next to Tormo and stroked the petals of another flower.] And this is an electric daffodil. I can never get them to grow in the Citadel. [He said forlornly.]

[He brightened.] Oh look! Yooyu flowers. [He grabbed Tormo’s arm and pulled him over to a bright patch of flowers.]

=

[Tormo mumbled under his breath.] M’not right that often…

[After a moment, he cleared this throat.] Y’know I can go on an’ on ‘bout the press, but if ya don’t wanna talk about it. [His eyes crinkled in sudden amusement.]

I was thinkin’ about puttin’ a “good luck” somethin-somethin’ in Cap’s bag when he goes off t’the Captain’s meeting. Got any ideas?

[Reshar hid a giggle behind his fin and nudged at Tormo’s shoulder.] You’re right more than you think you are.

[He shrugged.] You can rant if you want. I’ll listen. I just don’t want to think about it anymore.

[He looked down and smiled at Tormo’s question.] I mean do you mean a real “good luck” something or a prank “good luck” something. Because if you want something genuine I could probably help.

[Tormo chuckled and nudged him back.] Which somethin’ do y’think? An’ nah, forget about ranting. Nothin’ ya didn’t hear fifty-billion times already.

But y’know… [He tilted his head slightly to the side.] I guess we can do both. Blindside him an’ then have there be somethin’ nice after.

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

Sounds good ta me.

[They continued walking until Tormo noticed a low dirt path, partially covered by greenery, out of the corner of his eye.]

Don’ think we’ve gone this way yet. Wanna check it out?

[Reshar peered down the path and nodded eagerly, turning to follow the narrow path.]

So what have you got in mind?

[He peered ahead looking for any signs of something that would catch his eye.]

[Tormo ran a step or two ahead of Reshar and stopped in front of him. He looked up to meet him in the eye.]

Kid, don’ get goin’ on that logic. Every shot at the goal Layton an’ Tandrak miss, an’ every Forward Bonnie an’ I can’t stop in time, does jus’ the same damn thing. We’re a team, remember? Winnin’ or losin’ is ‘cause of all of us, not one of us. Ya hear me?

[Reshar stopped walking when Tormo bounded in front of him and he kept his eyes to the ground as the Bruce spoke, only lifting his gaze when Tormo finished speaking.]

Y-yeah…I guess so. It’s always just a matter of like what if I didn’t let that one goal in? When games are close that’s what makes the difference right? And I have fins. Maybe I’m not the best person for the job.

[Tormo sighed and pinched the top of his beak.] Reshar, ya can’t psyche yerself out like this. Like I said, how’s it a matter a’ you lettin’ the goal in an’ not a matter a’ me or Bonnie not stoppin’ that forward from shootin’ it in the first place? How’s it not a matter a’ Layton an’ Tandrak not scoring enough goals fer us? S’all connected, righ’? Don’t matter how close a game is.

[He took in a shaky breath, reaching up to grab the tipped claws of Reshar’s fins. They were quite bigger than his own.]

These fins helped us win the cup in jus’ our second year– an’ yer first. These fins have been keepin’ us at the top a’ the pack year after year after flippin’ year. There ain’t nobody worth a spit a’ the goalie you are, got it?

[Tormo dropped his grasp almost too quickly. He turned his head once to the side, and then looked back at Reshar.] Now, what in the name a’ Darigan’s gettin’ into you?

[Reshar stared down at their joint hands for a moment, his chin quivering a bit, only snapping out of it when Tormo dropped his fins, and he nodded slowly.] Yeah…yeah, you’re right. As usual. I just need to focus and things’ll be alright, right?

[He shrugged as they continued to walk, and he avoided Tormo’s curious gaze.] I - I don’t know…the press probably…they keep asking me if I think we’re has-beens. It’s - it’s rude! And uncalled for! I’d put my money on you four any day of the week even if I wasn’t playing on this team.

[Reshar sighed, deflating a little as his indignation left him, almost as quickly as it arrived, and he kicked at a pebble.] I don’t want to think about it anymore honestly.

[Tormo mumbled under his breath.] M’not right that often…

[After a moment, he cleared this throat.] Y’know I can go on an’ on ‘bout the press, but if ya don’t wanna talk about it. [His eyes crinkled in sudden amusement.]

I was thinkin’ about puttin’ a “good luck” somethin-somethin’ in Cap’s bag when he goes off t’the Captain’s meeting. Got any ideas?

[Reshar hid a giggle behind his fin and nudged at Tormo’s shoulder.] You’re right more than you think you are.

[He shrugged.] You can rant if you want. I’ll listen. I just don’t want to think about it anymore.

[He looked down and smiled at Tormo’s question.] I mean do you mean a real “good luck” something or a prank “good luck” something. Because if you want something genuine I could probably help.

[Tormo chuckled and nudged him back.] Which somethin’ do y’think? An’ nah, forget about ranting. Nothin’ ya didn’t hear fifty-billion times already.

But y’know… [He tilted his head slightly to the side.] I guess we can do both. Blindside him an’ then have there be somethin’ nice after.

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

🔲

Oh my best friend? I - I’d have to say that’s Tormo. We - I guess it was a little rough when we first met but I don’t blame him – I was really young and it – it was all stupid, honestly. But we’re really really close now and he’s one of the most important people in my life and I wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone else! He seems tough and all but really he can be the absolute sweetest :)

rESHAR.

Tormo :)

#no don't say that!

[Tormo ran a step or two ahead of Reshar and stopped in front of him. He looked up to meet him in the eye.]

Kid, don’ get goin’ on that logic. Every shot at the goal Layton an’ Tandrak miss, an’ every Forward Bonnie an’ I can’t stop in time, does jus’ the same damn thing. We’re a team, remember? Winnin’ or losin’ is ‘cause of all of us, not one of us. Ya hear me?

[Reshar stopped walking when Tormo bounded in front of him and he kept his eyes to the ground as the Bruce spoke, only lifting his gaze when Tormo finished speaking.]

Y-yeah…I guess so. It’s always just a matter of like what if I didn’t let that one goal in? When games are close that’s what makes the difference right? And I have fins. Maybe I’m not the best person for the job.

[Tormo sighed and pinched the top of his beak.] Reshar, ya can’t psyche yerself out like this. Like I said, how’s it a matter a’ you lettin’ the goal in an’ not a matter a’ me or Bonnie not stoppin’ that forward from shootin’ it in the first place? How’s it not a matter a’ Layton an’ Tandrak not scoring enough goals fer us? S’all connected, righ’? Don’t matter how close a game is.

[He took in a shaky breath, reaching up to grab the tipped claws of Reshar’s fins. They were quite bigger than his own.]

These fins helped us win the cup in jus’ our second year– an’ yer first. These fins have been keepin’ us at the top a’ the pack year after year after flippin’ year. There ain’t nobody worth a spit a’ the goalie you are, got it?

[Tormo dropped his grasp almost too quickly. He turned his head once to the side, and then looked back at Reshar.] Now, what in the name a’ Darigan’s gettin’ into you?

[Reshar stared down at their joint hands for a moment, his chin quivering a bit, only snapping out of it when Tormo dropped his fins, and he nodded slowly.] Yeah…yeah, you’re right. As usual. I just need to focus and things’ll be alright, right?

[He shrugged as they continued to walk, and he avoided Tormo’s curious gaze.] I - I don’t know…the press probably…they keep asking me if I think we’re has-beens. It’s - it’s rude! And uncalled for! I’d put my money on you four any day of the week even if I wasn’t playing on this team.

[Reshar sighed, deflating a little as his indignation left him, almost as quickly as it arrived, and he kicked at a pebble.] I don’t want to think about it anymore honestly.

[Tormo mumbled under his breath.] M’not right that often…

[After a moment, he cleared this throat.] Y’know I can go on an’ on ‘bout the press, but if ya don’t wanna talk about it. [His eyes crinkled in sudden amusement.]

I was thinkin’ about puttin’ a “good luck” somethin-somethin’ in Cap’s bag when he goes off t’the Captain’s meeting. Got any ideas?

[Reshar hid a giggle behind his fin and nudged at Tormo’s shoulder.] You’re right more than you think you are.

[He shrugged.] You can rant if you want. I’ll listen. I just don’t want to think about it anymore.

[He looked down and smiled at Tormo’s question.] I mean do you mean a real “good luck” something or a prank “good luck” something. Because if you want something genuine I could probably help.

✯

My perfect day hmm... well the day we won the cup probably was my perfect day but I guess if we -- you know -- disregard the AC and such, I’d have to just say a day when I can just relax with my teammates and not have to w-worry about our images or the press or the next match and there’s no stress on our shoulders and we can just -- goof off and be ourselves, you know? Tormo and Tandrak can pull pranks, Layton can roll his eyes even though he secretly loves it and Kep can retaliate spectacularly. A day like that would be perfect. Especially if the food’s good too!

🔲

Oh my best friend? I - I’d have to say that’s Tormo. We - I guess it was a little rough when we first met but I don’t blame him -- I was really young and it -- it was all stupid, honestly. But we’re really really close now and he’s one of the most important people in my life and I wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone else! He seems tough and all but really he can be the absolute sweetest :)

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[Tormo ran a step or two ahead of Reshar and stopped in front of him. He looked up to meet him in the eye.]

Kid, don’ get goin’ on that logic. Every shot at the goal Layton an’ Tandrak miss, an’ every Forward Bonnie an’ I can’t stop in time, does jus’ the same damn thing. We’re a team, remember? Winnin’ or losin’ is ‘cause of all of us, not one of us. Ya hear me?

[Reshar stopped walking when Tormo bounded in front of him and he kept his eyes to the ground as the Bruce spoke, only lifting his gaze when Tormo finished speaking.]

Y-yeah…I guess so. It’s always just a matter of like what if I didn’t let that one goal in? When games are close that’s what makes the difference right? And I have fins. Maybe I’m not the best person for the job.

[Tormo sighed and pinched the top of his beak.] Reshar, ya can’t psyche yerself out like this. Like I said, how’s it a matter a’ you lettin’ the goal in an’ not a matter a’ me or Bonnie not stoppin’ that forward from shootin’ it in the first place? How’s it not a matter a’ Layton an’ Tandrak not scoring enough goals fer us? S’all connected, righ’? Don’t matter how close a game is.

[He took in a shaky breath, reaching up to grab the tipped claws of Reshar’s fins. They were quite bigger than his own.]

These fins helped us win the cup in jus’ our second year– an’ yer first. These fins have been keepin’ us at the top a’ the pack year after year after flippin’ year. There ain’t nobody worth a spit a’ the goalie you are, got it?

[Tormo dropped his grasp almost too quickly. He turned his head once to the side, and then looked back at Reshar.] Now, what in the name a’ Darigan’s gettin’ into you?

[Reshar stared down at their joint hands for a moment, his chin quivering a bit, only snapping out of it when Tormo dropped his fins, and he nodded slowly.] Yeah...yeah, you’re right. As usual. I just need to focus and things’ll be alright, right?

[He shrugged as they continued to walk, and he avoided Tormo’s curious gaze.] I - I don’t know...the press probably...they keep asking me if I think we’re has-beens. It’s - it’s rude! And uncalled for! I’d put my money on you four any day of the week even if I wasn’t playing on this team.

[Reshar sighed, deflating a little as his indignation left him, almost as quickly as it arrived, and he kicked at a pebble.] I don’t want to think about it anymore honestly.

#//it's all good dont worry!

=

[Tormo shook his head and nudged Reshar in the side.] It’s not, yer not. Tell me what’s goin’ on. No jokes, I promise.

I don’t know I’m just…worried…about not being good enough and stuff. Like I said, it’s silly. Like every goal I let in pulls us that much further away from the cup.

[Tormo ran a step or two ahead of Reshar and stopped in front of him. He looked up to meet him in the eye.]

Kid, don’ get goin’ on that logic. Every shot at the goal Layton an’ Tandrak miss, an’ every Forward Bonnie an’ I can’t stop in time, does jus’ the same damn thing. We’re a team, remember? Winnin’ or losin’ is ‘cause of all of us, not one of us. Ya hear me?

[Reshar stopped walking when Tormo bounded in front of him and he kept his eyes to the ground as the Bruce spoke, only lifting his gaze when Tormo finished speaking.]

Y-yeah...I guess so. It’s always just a matter of like what if I didn’t let that one goal in? When games are close that’s what makes the difference right? And I have fins. Maybe I’m not the best person for the job.

[Reshar had packed up his stuff and pulled his tail out of the ocean pretty quickly after he and Tormo finished texting.]

[He made his way back to their hotel, and then sat down on one of the cushions in the lobby, folding his fins into his lap and smiling shyly at the few fans that looked his way as he waited for Tormo to join him.]

[Tormo was leaning against a low window ledge, watching Neopians outside as they passed by him. He guessed it would be another week or so before the hotel and nearby areas would be buzzing with the nervous, excited energy of fans and players alike, and as much as he liked surrounding himself in that commotion, he couldn’t say he minded the more peaceful atmosphere surrounding him now.]

[It was just the quiet he needed to cook up an awesome prank for later.]

[When he turned away from the view, he spotted Reshar sitting on one of the couches situated in the middle of the lobby. With a grin, he sauntered over and sat down beside him.]

Heya stranger, how was the beach?

[Reshar smiled down at Tormo, ducking his head.]

Oh it was - it was good. I knit a bit, and swam some. Thought about things. The cup and stuff. It was nice I guess.

[He fiddled with the coral bracelet on his left fin nervously, feeling a bit awkward, not quite sure what to think of the warmth blossoming in his chest.]

How was your day? Were you with Kep?

S’good to hear.

[Tormo kicked his stubby legs out idly, not quite able to reach the floor from where he was sitting.]

Yeah, we jus’ kinda mucked about. Checked out the pool, used the rec room, watched a movie back at the suite. Then she said she wanted to look around the marketplace, but I wasn’t feelin’ up fer it, so I was killin’ time here ‘till ya messaged me.

[He clicked his beak.] Still got some daylight left, though. Anythin’ else ya wanna do?

collifey:

Yeah. It’s nice to be back here.

[Reshar smiled a little fondly at the fact that Tormo’s feet couldn’t quite reach the floor.]

That sounds like fun.

[He shrugged.]

I mean we could go exploring. I know we’ve been to Altador a lot but it’s always nice to look around.

[Tormo nodded.] Yeah. I got a feeling we ain’t see all this place’s got to offer,

[He hopped off the couch and tilted his head towards the door.] We good to go, then?

[Reshar pushed himself off the couch, lifting his tail up, and followed Tormo with a nod, smiling softly at him as they left the hotel.]

Yeah. There’s always some nice n-nooks and c-crannies that we can find I think.

[Once outside, Tormo started walking, not having any particular destination in mind. He glanced over at Reshar.]

So y’said earlier you were thinking ‘bout the cup… an’ stuff. Somethin’ worryin’ you?

[Reshar shrugged loosely, his tail twitching a little giving away his nerves.]

Just…thinking about the tournament I guess. I’m nervous. I want us to win but I’m just – [He paused, letting out a breath and wringing his fins together.] It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. Nevermind.

[Tormo shook his head and nudged Reshar in the side.] It’s not, yer not. Tell me what’s goin’ on. No jokes, I promise.

I don’t know I’m just...worried...about not being good enough and stuff. Like I said, it’s silly. Like every goal I let in pulls us that much further away from the cup.

[Reshar had packed up his stuff and pulled his tail out of the ocean pretty quickly after he and Tormo finished texting.]

[He made his way back to their hotel, and then sat down on one of the cushions in the lobby, folding his fins into his lap and smiling shyly at the few fans that looked his way as he waited for Tormo to join him.]

[Tormo was leaning against a low window ledge, watching Neopians outside as they passed by him. He guessed it would be another week or so before the hotel and nearby areas would be buzzing with the nervous, excited energy of fans and players alike, and as much as he liked surrounding himself in that commotion, he couldn’t say he minded the more peaceful atmosphere surrounding him now.]

[It was just the quiet he needed to cook up an awesome prank for later.]

[When he turned away from the view, he spotted Reshar sitting on one of the couches situated in the middle of the lobby. With a grin, he sauntered over and sat down beside him.]

Heya stranger, how was the beach?

[Reshar smiled down at Tormo, ducking his head.]

Oh it was - it was good. I knit a bit, and swam some. Thought about things. The cup and stuff. It was nice I guess.

[He fiddled with the coral bracelet on his left fin nervously, feeling a bit awkward, not quite sure what to think of the warmth blossoming in his chest.]

How was your day? Were you with Kep?

S’good to hear.

[Tormo kicked his stubby legs out idly, not quite able to reach the floor from where he was sitting.]

Yeah, we jus’ kinda mucked about. Checked out the pool, used the rec room, watched a movie back at the suite. Then she said she wanted to look around the marketplace, but I wasn’t feelin’ up fer it, so I was killin’ time here ‘till ya messaged me.

[He clicked his beak.] Still got some daylight left, though. Anythin’ else ya wanna do?

collifey:

Yeah. It’s nice to be back here.

[Reshar smiled a little fondly at the fact that Tormo’s feet couldn’t quite reach the floor.]

That sounds like fun.

[He shrugged.]

I mean we could go exploring. I know we’ve been to Altador a lot but it’s always nice to look around.

[Tormo nodded.] Yeah. I got a feeling we ain’t see all this place’s got to offer,

[He hopped off the couch and tilted his head towards the door.] We good to go, then?

[Reshar pushed himself off the couch, lifting his tail up, and followed Tormo with a nod, smiling softly at him as they left the hotel.]

Yeah. There’s always some nice n-nooks and c-crannies that we can find I think.

[Once outside, Tormo started walking, not having any particular destination in mind. He glanced over at Reshar.]

So y’said earlier you were thinking ‘bout the cup… an’ stuff. Somethin’ worryin’ you?

[Reshar shrugged loosely, his tail twitching a little giving away his nerves.]

Just...thinking about the tournament I guess. I’m nervous. I want us to win but I’m just -- [He paused, letting out a breath and wringing his fins together.] It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. Nevermind.

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