juni 𖤓 @ominousheliophile - Tumblr Blog

{ takes place before blackjack }

oh dear… you seem quite the sea enjoyer, huh? ‘guess we both have our fare share of admiration for nature.

< juni taps it’s chin thoughtfully, smiling kindly— in an almost passive way— and scanning sailor’s face. >

- @ominousheliophile

< `` Hm? Oh, yep! I know the sea like the back of mi hand! ...mostly. ``

< `` ..Hey. How come I haven't seen ye around yet? Ye haven't been gettin' into trouble like those other scallywags, have ye? ``

< [ Sailor eyes drift over them, noticing its sunburn. He doesn't bring it up, tho he is curious. ]

fascinating! the sea is pretty pleasant to look at. and the reflection of the sun on it is just amazing.

< they chuckle softly at the thought. >

ah, perhaps you were distracted… i mean, you do seem to have a lot on your mind. and haha, no, i haven’t been getting into trouble. i can assure you i haven’t made a bad impression on any human here! that’s real valuable in a game like this.

< `` Good! Good impressions can always come in handy! Wouldn't want ye to be led astray! Me and my crew have been screwed over as of late. ``

< `` Oh, and you can call me cap'ain sailor! Best to get introductions out the way! ``

i most certainly agree! you always keep yourself in order, yes?

< they raise an eyebrow at sailor's words, seemingly intriuged. >

'screwed over?' do you mind elaborating? don't tell me you already have made some enemies.

< `` Me and my crew were trying to get a first aid kit for me chum. But a few chowder-headed fools made us buy it off of them. Even taking me compass! ...I don't consider em enemies. But im not fond of them. ``

< `` ..Speaking of first aid, are you okay? Yer lookin' like a lobster. ``

< [ Sailor curiosity starts to get the better of him, seemingly wanting to help despite being possible competition later. ]

aw, that’s a shame. real heartless people, huh? i get why you wouldn’t like them.

< it shakes its head in disapproval, sighing softly. however, they seem to perk up once again at sailor’s question. >

hm? a lobster? what’s that-

< they pause, realizing what he was referring to. >

ah, okay. my skin you mean? yes, i’m okay. quite swell, actually! these markings are something i’m quite proud of, in all honesty.

< `` Oh. ...Yer sure? It looks like it'd be uncomfortable to deal with. ``

< `` ...to each their own I suppose. ``

hm, it doesn’t bother me at all! makes me feel amazing, actually. hehe.

< they giggle plainly, rubbing their arm. it causes their shoulder cape to lift slightly— revealing a peek of a slightly raised silvery white marking on their upper arm, which suspiciously looked like the symbol on it’s necklace. >

< `` I see. ``

< [ Sailor watches them, unsure if he should say something about it. He decides against it, knowing it won't change their mind right now. ]

< ``..I should go check on sharkbag. Make sure he's still kickin'. But let me know if you ever change yer mind, sunfish! ``

< [ He quickly leaves while waving at them. ]

'sharkbag?' ah, i assume you're speaking of the 'crybaby underdog.' quite a sad title, really. < a beat passes. > well, farewell, friend! 'pleasant talking to you.

< they wave at him as he walks away. >

#𖤓˚࿔ farewell...

{ takes place before blackjack }

oh dear… you seem quite the sea enjoyer, huh? ‘guess we both have our fare share of admiration for nature.

< juni taps it’s chin thoughtfully, smiling kindly— in an almost passive way— and scanning sailor’s face. >

- @ominousheliophile

< `` Hm? Oh, yep! I know the sea like the back of mi hand! ...mostly. ``

< `` ..Hey. How come I haven't seen ye around yet? Ye haven't been gettin' into trouble like those other scallywags, have ye? ``

< [ Sailor eyes drift over them, noticing its sunburn. He doesn't bring it up, tho he is curious. ]

fascinating! the sea is pretty pleasant to look at. and the reflection of the sun on it is just amazing.

< they chuckle softly at the thought. >

ah, perhaps you were distracted… i mean, you do seem to have a lot on your mind. and haha, no, i haven’t been getting into trouble. i can assure you i haven’t made a bad impression on any human here! that’s real valuable in a game like this.

< `` Good! Good impressions can always come in handy! Wouldn't want ye to be led astray! Me and my crew have been screwed over as of late. ``

< `` Oh, and you can call me cap'ain sailor! Best to get introductions out the way! ``

i most certainly agree! you always keep yourself in order, yes?

< they raise an eyebrow at sailor's words, seemingly intriuged. >

'screwed over?' do you mind elaborating? don't tell me you already have made some enemies.

< `` Me and my crew were trying to get a first aid kit for me chum. But a few chowder-headed fools made us buy it off of them. Even taking me compass! ...I don't consider em enemies. But im not fond of them. ``

< `` ..Speaking of first aid, are you okay? Yer lookin' like a lobster. ``

< [ Sailor curiosity starts to get the better of him, seemingly wanting to help despite being possible competition later. ]

aw, that’s a shame. real heartless people, huh? i get why you wouldn’t like them.

< it shakes its head in disapproval, sighing softly. however, they seem to perk up once again at sailor’s question. >

hm? a lobster? what’s that-

< they pause, realizing what he was referring to. >

ah, okay. my skin you mean? yes, i’m okay. quite swell, actually! these markings are something i’m quite proud of, in all honesty.

< `` Oh. ...Yer sure? It looks like it'd be uncomfortable to deal with. ``

< `` ...to each their own I suppose. ``

hm, it doesn’t bother me at all! makes me feel amazing, actually. hehe.

< they giggle plainly, rubbing their arm. it causes their shoulder cape to lift slightly— revealing a peek of a slightly raised silvery white marking on their upper arm, which suspiciously looked like the symbol on it’s necklace. >

{ takes place before blackjack }

oh dear… you seem quite the sea enjoyer, huh? ‘guess we both have our fare share of admiration for nature.

< juni taps it’s chin thoughtfully, smiling kindly— in an almost passive way— and scanning sailor’s face. >

- @ominousheliophile

< `` Hm? Oh, yep! I know the sea like the back of mi hand! ...mostly. ``

< `` ..Hey. How come I haven't seen ye around yet? Ye haven't been gettin' into trouble like those other scallywags, have ye? ``

< [ Sailor eyes drift over them, noticing its sunburn. He doesn't bring it up, tho he is curious. ]

fascinating! the sea is pretty pleasant to look at. and the reflection of the sun on it is just amazing.

< they chuckle softly at the thought. >

ah, perhaps you were distracted… i mean, you do seem to have a lot on your mind. and haha, no, i haven’t been getting into trouble. i can assure you i haven’t made a bad impression on any human here! that’s real valuable in a game like this.

< `` Good! Good impressions can always come in handy! Wouldn't want ye to be led astray! Me and my crew have been screwed over as of late. ``

< `` Oh, and you can call me cap'ain sailor! Best to get introductions out the way! ``

i most certainly agree! you always keep yourself in order, yes?

< they raise an eyebrow at sailor's words, seemingly intriuged. >

'screwed over?' do you mind elaborating? don't tell me you already have made some enemies.

< `` Me and my crew were trying to get a first aid kit for me chum. But a few chowder-headed fools made us buy it off of them. Even taking me compass! ...I don't consider em enemies. But im not fond of them. ``

< `` ..Speaking of first aid, are you okay? Yer lookin' like a lobster. ``

< [ Sailor curiosity starts to get the better of him, seemingly wanting to help despite being possible competition later. ]

aw, that’s a shame. real heartless people, huh? i get why you wouldn’t like them.

< it shakes its head in disapproval, sighing softly. however, they seem to perk up once again at sailor’s question. >

hm? a lobster? what’s that-

< they pause, realizing what he was referring to. >

ah, okay. my skin you mean? yes, i’m okay. quite swell, actually! these markings are something i’m quite proud of, in all honesty.

{ takes place before blackjack }

oh dear… you seem quite the sea enjoyer, huh? ‘guess we both have our fare share of admiration for nature.

< juni taps it’s chin thoughtfully, smiling kindly— in an almost passive way— and scanning sailor’s face. >

- @ominousheliophile

< `` Hm? Oh, yep! I know the sea like the back of mi hand! ...mostly. ``

< `` ..Hey. How come I haven't seen ye around yet? Ye haven't been gettin' into trouble like those other scallywags, have ye? ``

< [ Sailor eyes drift over them, noticing its sunburn. He doesn't bring it up, tho he is curious. ]

fascinating! the sea is pretty pleasant to look at. and the reflection of the sun on it is just amazing.

< they chuckle softly at the thought. >

ah, perhaps you were distracted… i mean, you do seem to have a lot on your mind. and haha, no, i haven’t been getting into trouble. i can assure you i haven’t made a bad impression on any human here! that’s real valuable in a game like this.

< `` Good! Good impressions can always come in handy! Wouldn't want ye to be led astray! Me and my crew have been screwed over as of late. ``

< `` Oh, and you can call me cap'ain sailor! Best to get introductions out the way! ``

i most certainly agree! you always keep yourself in order, yes?

< they raise an eyebrow at sailor's words, seemingly intriuged. >

'screwed over?' do you mind elaborating? don't tell me you already have made some enemies.

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

(He shakes his head, a firm 'no'. His hand resting on his hip after. The other dangling by his side, but his fingers tap on his thigh with no real rhythm.)

🦴 # ゛Not particularly, just needed the switch up. 𓏼

(He shrugs, acting as if the topic doesn't bother him, but internally, it does. His expression remains as neutral as he can muster without seeming strange. The tapping gets faster.)

…

< it’s not hard to notice the frantic tapping at his thigh. they just stare at him with that everlasting, creepily kind smile. >

ah, i get it. sometimes you just want to stay true to yourself, huh?

< it’s hands clasp around the iron of it’s necklace >

you seem to be a kind soul. but, since you’re here… you must’ve dabbled into some of the darkness. a shame, really. but that’s why we’re here, yes? to let the light shine back in!

(Bones' brow furrows, his expression souring again.)

🦴 # ゛Didn't know they let a preacher in here. 𓏼

(His tone is much harsher than before. It seems he doesn't care for the religious shtick. The tapping stops as he takes a step back.)

huh? you must be mistaken. i’m not a preacher! i’m simply trying to make conversation.

< the ‘not a preacher’ act is quite weak when you take even a single glance at them. the shoulder cape with flame and sun depictions embroidered on it, the prominent sunburns on their skin, that sun symbol that breached almost all of their clothes and accessories… god, even that constant passive smile and gaze. it all screamed ‘religious preacher.’ >

(Bones just looks up and down Juni's entire several times before looking back at them with a confused expression. He's quite the bit speechless. They claim to not be a preacher, but there's clearly some romance with a god here.)

🦴 # ゛... Sure. 𓏼

(He replies plainly.)

< there’s a moment of silence before they speak again. >

are you excited for the 1st round? the preliminaries were quite thrilling already, yes? i don’t have much experience with gambling, but i’m sure my motivation will last me long. ‘can’t let the light die out, am i right? haha.

(Quite the determination, such a strong 'light'. Bones tilts his head to the side, his expression loosening up, but he remains rather unreadable.)

🦴 # ゛The preliminaries weren't too much fun, not for me at least. Curious to see how many fall first. 𓏼

hm. well, if i remember, you simply just found the loophole and shook hands with your partner, right? smart… i appreciate a brain like yours.

< … >

< the way that they say that implies that their partner wasn’t as lucky. >

🦴 # ゛You can say that. 𓏼

(Bones doesn't pry. It's not his issue. That person is dead whether he wanted them to be or not. Not like he'd know them anyway. The only person he'd probably like to not be here is him, but he can't change a damn thing, so why worry about it?)

< juni didn't say anything for a moment- just looking bones up and down. it's gaze was weirdly intense- as if trying to pry into his soul. it was silent for a bit before they spoke once again. >

have you made any 'friends?' if i remember correctly, you were huddled with the... 'trivial tycoon' and 'nonsensical jokester.' i assume you've developed a bond between you three?

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

(He shakes his head, a firm 'no'. His hand resting on his hip after. The other dangling by his side, but his fingers tap on his thigh with no real rhythm.)

🦴 # ゛Not particularly, just needed the switch up. 𓏼

(He shrugs, acting as if the topic doesn't bother him, but internally, it does. His expression remains as neutral as he can muster without seeming strange. The tapping gets faster.)

…

< it’s not hard to notice the frantic tapping at his thigh. they just stare at him with that everlasting, creepily kind smile. >

ah, i get it. sometimes you just want to stay true to yourself, huh?

< it’s hands clasp around the iron of it’s necklace >

you seem to be a kind soul. but, since you’re here… you must’ve dabbled into some of the darkness. a shame, really. but that’s why we’re here, yes? to let the light shine back in!

(Bones' brow furrows, his expression souring again.)

🦴 # ゛Didn't know they let a preacher in here. 𓏼

(His tone is much harsher than before. It seems he doesn't care for the religious shtick. The tapping stops as he takes a step back.)

huh? you must be mistaken. i’m not a preacher! i’m simply trying to make conversation.

< the ‘not a preacher’ act is quite weak when you take even a single glance at them. the shoulder cape with flame and sun depictions embroidered on it, the prominent sunburns on their skin, that sun symbol that breached almost all of their clothes and accessories… god, even that constant passive smile and gaze. it all screamed ‘religious preacher.’ >

(Bones just looks up and down Juni's entire several times before looking back at them with a confused expression. He's quite the bit speechless. They claim to not be a preacher, but there's clearly some romance with a god here.)

🦴 # ゛... Sure. 𓏼

(He replies plainly.)

< there’s a moment of silence before they speak again. >

are you excited for the 1st round? the preliminaries were quite thrilling already, yes? i don’t have much experience with gambling, but i’m sure my motivation will last me long. ‘can’t let the light die out, am i right? haha.

(Quite the determination, such a strong 'light'. Bones tilts his head to the side, his expression loosening up, but he remains rather unreadable.)

🦴 # ゛The preliminaries weren't too much fun, not for me at least. Curious to see how many fall first. 𓏼

hm. well, if i remember, you simply just found the loophole and shook hands with your partner, right? smart… i appreciate a brain like yours.

< … >

< the way that they say that implies that their partner wasn’t as lucky. >

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

(He shakes his head, a firm 'no'. His hand resting on his hip after. The other dangling by his side, but his fingers tap on his thigh with no real rhythm.)

🦴 # ゛Not particularly, just needed the switch up. 𓏼

(He shrugs, acting as if the topic doesn't bother him, but internally, it does. His expression remains as neutral as he can muster without seeming strange. The tapping gets faster.)

…

< it’s not hard to notice the frantic tapping at his thigh. they just stare at him with that everlasting, creepily kind smile. >

ah, i get it. sometimes you just want to stay true to yourself, huh?

< it’s hands clasp around the iron of it’s necklace >

you seem to be a kind soul. but, since you’re here… you must’ve dabbled into some of the darkness. a shame, really. but that’s why we’re here, yes? to let the light shine back in!

(Bones' brow furrows, his expression souring again.)

🦴 # ゛Didn't know they let a preacher in here. 𓏼

(His tone is much harsher than before. It seems he doesn't care for the religious shtick. The tapping stops as he takes a step back.)

huh? you must be mistaken. i’m not a preacher! i’m simply trying to make conversation.

< the ‘not a preacher’ act is quite weak when you take even a single glance at them. the shoulder cape with flame and sun depictions embroidered on it, the prominent sunburns on their skin, that sun symbol that breached almost all of their clothes and accessories… god, even that constant passive smile and gaze. it all screamed ‘religious preacher.’ >

(Bones just looks up and down Juni's entire several times before looking back at them with a confused expression. He's quite the bit speechless. They claim to not be a preacher, but there's clearly some romance with a god here.)

🦴 # ゛... Sure. 𓏼

(He replies plainly.)

< there’s a moment of silence before they speak again. >

are you excited for the 1st round? the preliminaries were quite thrilling already, yes? i don’t have much experience with gambling, but i’m sure my motivation will last me long. ‘can’t let the light die out, am i right? haha.

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

(He shakes his head, a firm 'no'. His hand resting on his hip after. The other dangling by his side, but his fingers tap on his thigh with no real rhythm.)

🦴 # ゛Not particularly, just needed the switch up. 𓏼

(He shrugs, acting as if the topic doesn't bother him, but internally, it does. His expression remains as neutral as he can muster without seeming strange. The tapping gets faster.)

…

< it’s not hard to notice the frantic tapping at his thigh. they just stare at him with that everlasting, creepily kind smile. >

ah, i get it. sometimes you just want to stay true to yourself, huh?

< it’s hands clasp around the iron of it’s necklace >

you seem to be a kind soul. but, since you’re here… you must’ve dabbled into some of the darkness. a shame, really. but that’s why we’re here, yes? to let the light shine back in!

(Bones' brow furrows, his expression souring again.)

🦴 # ゛Didn't know they let a preacher in here. 𓏼

(His tone is much harsher than before. It seems he doesn't care for the religious shtick. The tapping stops as he takes a step back.)

#{ juni turning off another person yet again with it’s cult - > - }

huh? you must be mistaken. i’m not a preacher! i’m simply trying to make conversation.

< the ‘not a preacher’ act is quite weak when you take even a single glance at them. the shoulder cape with flame and sun depictions embroidered on it, the prominent sunburns on their skin, that sun symbol that breached almost all of their clothes and accessories… god, even that constant passive smile and gaze. it all screamed ‘religious preacher.’ >

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

(He shakes his head, a firm 'no'. His hand resting on his hip after. The other dangling by his side, but his fingers tap on his thigh with no real rhythm.)

🦴 # ゛Not particularly, just needed the switch up. 𓏼

(He shrugs, acting as if the topic doesn't bother him, but internally, it does. His expression remains as neutral as he can muster without seeming strange. The tapping gets faster.)

#{ hell yea trans bones }

…

< it’s not hard to notice the frantic tapping at his thigh. they just stare at him with that everlasting, creepily kind smile. >

ah, i get it. sometimes you just want to stay true to yourself, huh?

< it’s hands clasp around the iron of it’s necklace >

you seem to be a kind soul. but, since you’re here… you must’ve dabbled into some of the darkness. a shame, really. but that’s why we’re here, yes? to let the light shine back in!

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

(Bones' expression turns sour. His gaze darts from Juni's, looking straight past the other instead. He just huffs.)

🦴 # ゛No. It's a chosen name. 𓏼

(After admitting it, his gaze turns back to theirs. They stare into the other's eyes before looking down at the neck and then back up.)

< they blink, taking a special notice to the way bones’ expression soured. it gripped it’s necklace tighter, cocking their head to the side. >

hm, interesting. do you perhaps have some troubles with your previous name? i’m aware some people do have such… poor souls.

< they clutch their heart lightly, expression turning melancholy, even as it wasn’t genuine. >

{ takes place before blackjack }

oh dear… you seem quite the sea enjoyer, huh? ‘guess we both have our fare share of admiration for nature.

< juni taps it’s chin thoughtfully, smiling kindly— in an almost passive way— and scanning sailor’s face. >

- @ominousheliophile

< `` Hm? Oh, yep! I know the sea like the back of mi hand! ...mostly. ``

< `` ..Hey. How come I haven't seen ye around yet? Ye haven't been gettin' into trouble like those other scallywags, have ye? ``

< [ Sailor eyes drift over them, noticing its sunburn. He doesn't bring it up, tho he is curious. ]

#{ *cough cough* eden… }#dappy goon #𖤓˚࿔ let us shine a new light!

fascinating! the sea is pretty pleasant to look at. and the reflection of the sun on it is just amazing.

< they chuckle softly at the thought. >

ah, perhaps you were distracted… i mean, you do seem to have a lot on your mind. and haha, no, i haven’t been getting into trouble. i can assure you i haven’t made a bad impression on any human here! that’s real valuable in a game like this.

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

(They nod at the first comment. It's rather cliche, but it's better than getting something polar opposite of them. They nod again at the expressed gratitude, like a way of saying 'your welcome'.)

🦴 # ゛Juni... 𓏼

(He trails off, letting the name roll of his tongue.)

🦴 # ゛Cute. Is it short for anything? 𓏼

< they thank him once again, tone never wavering. >

yes, it’s short for juniper. is the name… ‘bones’ a nickname for anything? i find it hard to imagine a mother would want to name her child a skeleton. but… some people do have unique tastes, yes?

< it raises a brow, letting one hand rest on their sun necklace— the iron dusted with a wispy coat of black, maybe from use… >

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

(Bones looks down at Juni's hand but refuses to shake it. They push the other's hand down instead, a simple rejection. He studies over Juni's features subtlely, trying to find an entry point, something to say.)

🦴 # ゛Bones, and what might I call a handsome sun-kissed man such as yourself? 𓏼

(There's a certain flirtatious tone to his voice, something that lacks authenticy, as if he's practiced this before.)

hm. bones. like the things on your costume.

< they state simply, giving bones' costume a glance-over once again. they doesn't seem bothered at all by the lack of authenticity in his tone. in fact, it's voice as well lacks any prominent emotion too. just a plain, fairly neutral smile. >

you can call me juni. thank you very much for the compliment. i'd say, you're very honest about your... opinions.

{ takes place before blackjack }

my my, these titles are quite ridiculous, aren’t they? being called a boat would be quite dreadful for me, haha. but… a boat of dreams… i suppose it would be nice. to sail on your own path to the light… but the word ‘deadly’ implies a twisted meaning…

< juni says plainly, clasping their hands together. as they trail on, it’s eyes travel further and further from bone’s face, to the point where it seems to just be talking to itself. >

to add, that outfit they put you in seems quite… comical. to the point it’s symbolic, even. like a corpse with all of it’s skin and muscles burnt off, just bearing nothing but it’s very own structure… tell me, are you as open as your costume suggests?

< the questions are a bit odd. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Bones lets the other ramble for quite some time. He doesn't interject, but he does stare quite bewilderedly at them. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth after Juni is done. The questions have him intrigued but concerned.)

🦴 # ゛For such a smart, pretty guy, you're not really in touch with... I dunno, society? 𓏼

(His voice is smooth, yet his words are harsh. His bewildered expression lets up slowly.)

🦴 # ゛Either way I'll indulge, but I've gotta say, a dreamboat isn't a literal title. It just means a pretty man. 𓏼

(He doesn't respond to the 'deadly' accusation. That's not his issue, that's not him.)

🦴 # ゛I'd consider myself as open as you can make me. All depends on you, and you alone. 𓏼

#deadly dreamboat #𖤓˚࿔ let us shine a new light!

...

< juni just stared at bones blankly, mouthing a thank you at him as he spoke. it doesn't seem to be insulted at his remarks of 'not being in touch with society.' after he explains what a 'dreamboat' means, it blinks once, twice, and speaks. >

ah. i see. that's... interesting.

< they say simply, letting their wrapped hands rest at their sides. >

well, i do appreciate your honesty. i think i'd add that as a contribution to your 'openness!'

< their gaze is sort of... intense, but it's smile passive. it reaches one of their hands out to shake. >

what can i call you? other than a 'pretty man,' haha.

{ takes place before blackjack }

…

hi.

< juni smiles plainly, waving from afar. >

- @ominousheliophile

(Eden sharply turns to the sound of a new foe. They wave enthusiastically back, almost childishly so.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Salutations! ”

(They drop their waving arm soon after speaking, clasping their hands behind their back before walking over with a not-so subtle bounce to their step. They stop only mere inches from the other.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And who might you be to dare make your presence? ”

salutations as well!

< they clasp it’s arms at it’s chest, not moving to make any personal space. >

juni! < … > that is my name. you’re the… ‘eerie timebomb’, if i’m correct? i must say, i admire your persistence. to be happy.

(they have a certain mix of awkwardness and formality to it’s tone. after a moment, they reach a hand out for eden to shake.)

(They could only laugh at the comment. Eden doesn't find it truly hard to find happiness when death is nearby. It makes you look for the nitty gritty things in life.)

(They stare down at the hand before them, blinking wildly as if confused, but shortly after they take it's hand and shake wildly and profusely, yet their grip is shaky, cold, and not nearly as tight as it should be.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Juni's quite the name! ”

(... It's hard to tell if that's a compliment or insult.)

haha.

< it laughs along plainly— not a real laugh. more of like a text-to-speech voice imitating a laugh. ignoring the quirks in their mannerisms, it lets go of the hand shake and simply clasps its hands back together. >

oh, thank you. i like my name very much. it was given to me by my mother when i was born. what’s your name?

< they cock their head to the side in curiosity, though it doesn’t really show on their face. >

(They let their hand fall to their side limply as if their hand had suddenly detached from all connection to their body. They didn't seem to care or mind truly.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One may be called Eden, but there could be thousands of names and prophecies. ”

(They shrug after speaking. Their freakish optimism never fading from their voice.)

very deep. extremely. you seem quite open to messages of god.

< they pause. >

well, not god. but a beautiful force of nature. perhaps you have gone through hard situations in your life? well, i’d think so, considering you’re in this ‘game’ with us.

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One would not say hardship as it was very self inflicted! ”

(They pause for a moment, their optimism dropping.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ One is considered a terrorist. ”

(And then it picks back up again.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ And if God ever dawned on me, he did not create a lasting impression in my absence of life! Though one may suppose that God would not affiliate with such a soulless twist such as I. ”

ooh, wow. a ‘terrorist.’

< it cover it’s mouth, imitating shock, but it doesn’t reach their face nor their tone. >

oh, that sure is disappointing. but tell me, have you ever experienced the glory of a sunrise? or a sunset? you seem the type to enjoy frolicking. i’m quite sure you’re not a ‘soulless twist.’ but if so… it seems it may take some time to bring you into the light.

(Eden nods at the first comment. They wouldn't go into much further detail, but it's a given title.)

(Their optimism dies down again as Juni speaks of sunsets, sunrises, glory, frolicking... Actions done particularly by children. They can only stare with wide, curious eyes, before their gaze turns down and they swallow hard.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Your light would not receive me. You speak so wholeheartedly of a creature you do not know nor understand. Rest your luck for the games. ”

< briefly— for just a moment— juni’s smile dropped. but that plain smile returns once again after a moment. >

ah, i see. you’re quite troubled… so much that you say that i do not know nor understand her! truly disappointing. i’ll pray that you can manage to delve out of the darkness soon enough.

(The previously limp hand mocks Juni as it speaks, opening and closing rapidly to the sound of it's speech.)

✦ ̣̣ ۟ ︵ “ Meh, why rummage through the dark when you are your own light? Create of yourself, not of others! ”

(The optimism peaks back into Eden's voice, showing just how sporadic the time bomb seems to be. Their free hand fiddles with the grenade pin-shaped exclusion from their collar, twirling it excessively.)

…

< they just stare at eden, watching as they mock it’s preachings. a tinge of irritation stirs in it’s chest, but they quickly crush it back down before they can acknowledge it too much. >

you seem to misunderstand my words. i’m simply trying to share something meaningful with you! but… i see you’re quite… stubborn. it’s okay. she’ll reach you eventually.

< it flashes a smile before turning around and walking away, steps firm yet light. >