#ffft.

[orukasan-blog]

@tenteacles​ | continued from here.

“Hm? Well... I`m just an orca on a stroll.” Typical of one such as himself -- the line he uses so often when chancing upon strangers during his habitual walks. But why be anymore verbose in this case? Straight to the point was his style, regardless of his company, and that wasn’t about to change. However...

He couldn’t deny the interest he took in this man (no, the teeth said otherwise -- demon seemed far more fitting, though that was still an uncertainty) the moment he first laid eyes on him. Not everyone chose to take his offer of a cancer stick as he had right then; Idate had to deem him good company from that alone. And so that lazy smile never leaving his face, he brings out the lighter in his pocket with use of his free hand, soon holding forth a modest flame to this well-dressed gentleman. A cigarette was a waste if it wasn’t lit, after all.

“You must be doing the same if you`re hanging around out here -- am I right?”

[auriustaziam]

Oh my GLUB don’t LIKE it

[royalwreckingball-blog]

Ah, but you see, if I were allowed to do so you could enlighten me on the positive aspects of your dear colder country.

“I have no interest in sharing a dinner with you. Not after all you’ve said. I can speak with you here, very willingly, but I am not interested in your offer of a ‘date.’”

[monochromeprodigy]

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[iceeyedsoldier]

Laika looked agitated for a moment. Why did he have to be so formal, even in private settings? He tried to shrug it off, and resume his typical neutral expression. 

"Tone down the formalities, Utkin." Laika said, crossing his arms. "I’m not here for work." 

There was a pause before he stated his purpose. “I was thinking that, since you know Creamlandic so well, you could help me study it. Or at least provide assistance when I asked.” His tough exterior faltered slightly, a bit of the person seen at the hospital showing through.

It was awkward asking a recruit for help, with himself being an officer. But Matvei was the only person around that he knew would help him with this, and he probably knew why too. 

[snowyfroissement-blog]

"Um, right, ah..." Matvei shifted, his eyes darting toward the door, as if expecting someone to suddenly burst inside the room and scold him for what he was about to do. "As you say...er, Mister Laika?" It was a shot in the dark, but eventually he'd get it something that worked. He had a few more ideas in mind that he could hope the lieutenant might approve of.

"But why would you need..." he trailed off, a sudden realisation striking him. At the hospital, Laika and Pride had used primarily Japanese to speak to one another. It had been the nurses who used Creamlandic, and the princess had generally been the one who responded in the language, if at all. When he thought about it, he'd only seen Pride use Sharonian when they were speaking with Malenkov. 

It didn't take long for all the pieces to quickly fall into place, and soon the young private was grinning. Translators weren't exactly difficult to find, but the fact that Laika had come to him was an honour he couldn't describe. And likely never would. "I can help," he nodded eagerly, his tone switching from short and formal to his natural friendly one. "Whenever and whatever you need me for; I'd be happy to. I've really only taught fencing, but Creamlandic won't be too difficult, I'd imagine."

[betterhealing]

(Death anniversary) 'Evening, doc. Gotta say, I expected to check out long before you did. Don't think I need to tell you how things are in town... something tells me you know already. I've been helping out where I can but... it's not enough. Likely won't be enough. Emma misses you something terrible. We... both miss you. Nobody else seems to be for independence, too busy staking out the land while it burns down around 'em. Well, rest easy friend. I hope you're happy, wherever you are.

[themercifulmeow]

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[wingsofhauntilly-blog]

It was her fault that Squall was currently laying in bed sick with a high fever. With one hand loosely holding his wrist, she lifted her free hand and pushed away silky sable strands to feel his burning temperature. "So you caught my sickness, huh?" she mused aloud. An immense duration of their times was spent in each other's company given their travel expedition across the world; it was inevitable that he would have been infected as well. The corners of her mouth raised slightly. "Now it's my turn to take care of you, Squall."