#fgreene

[kipgrcdy]

~ @fgreene || cont'd from x ~

"Of course I wouldn't mind hearing - I'd love it." Kip gives his hand an encouraging squeeze. He listens attentively, a soft smile forming as Forrest speaks about Dustin. "He sounds like he was a lot of fun. I mean, a secret hideaway in the woods? That's cool as fuck."

Kip's thumb soothingly traces over Forrest's knuckles. "Is that your favourite memory with him? In the woods? Or do you have another one?"

[kipgrcdy]

~ @fgreene || cont'd from x ~

Kip watches Forrest, eyes flicking between him and the bird. His delight is infectious - and really fucking adorable. "It's amazing, right? They're so gentle and sweet."

"You know, I come out here twice a month, just to decompress and get away from the city for a while. You're welcome to come with me any time you want." He'd come more if he could. Unfortunately, working two jobs doesn't really allow for it. "There's another park we could go to that has Ruby-throated hummingbird - They're the only hummingbird species that breeds in New York." He flushes when he realises how dorky he probably sounds. "Sorry, I get over-excited when it comes to birds."

[astrophager]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ RADIO CHECK : @fgreene ♡'d for a one liner.

❛ do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people ? i have clown blood. ❜

[cryptidsdad]

" It's only in my head, "

"That's how a lot of things are, ya know?"

Robert is not great at how he phrases things but he is, actually, trying to be empathetic here. The whole thought process of this is only in my head and trying to rationalize things away is something that he is familiar with. It is a habit that he himself seems unable to shake despite how long he has dealt with it. But he suspects that Forrest is far more willing to work on things, personally, than he is.

"If you need someone to talk to about it-" Robert is definitely not the right chose. "I'd suggest someone else, unfortunately."

[rinksaint]

~ @fgreene || liked for a jake starter ~

"Oh shit -" It seems to happen in slow motion, one minute the guy's leaning over, pulling weeds, and the next he's tripping over a bucket in the community garden, falling backwards. Jack reaches his hand out to try and catch him, but misses, cursing as the guy crashes to the ground.

"You good? Here, don't move -" Jake crouches down beside him, brow dropping into a furrow. "Anywhere hurt?"

[cryptidsdad]

you need to rest.

Robert cannot seem to help the sensation that prickles along his skin at other's comment. A little bit of annoyance, sure, but it is mostly just a mild sense of discomfort. The way that Forrest speaks make it sound as if he is genuinely concerned about the older man. It is less of an stern order like some people would have attempted and moreso something light. An observation, maybe. Robert shoves down the gut reaction to throw out some borderline snarky response.

He has been trying to work on being nicer, as insisted upon by his friends, and Forrest means well. Probably.

"I'm trying to make it for another couple of hours," Robert begins as a way of explanation. "Can't take a nap or go to bed too early 'cause then I'll be awake at three am. It's a whole thing."

[ch4ined]

continued with @fgreene .

Forrest was an interesting case. He was good, certainly, but not good enough that Jin saw him as an equal on the ice. The competition is a few days away. Why not scope out his rivals? Forrest is a good first target for analysis. Quiet, unassuming. Those were the ones to watch for, always.

"Oh, you've seen my routines?" he says, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He likes the attention. He likes the flattery.

He gives Forrest's hand a firm shake, asserting himself with a squeeze of his rival's palm.

"Thank you, I appreciate that, really. You're not too bad either, you know. You're one to watch, aren't you?"

[mad-hunts]

❛ i have a spare bed. ❜

a meme that i genuinely do not know the origins of

it seemed like the one time that barton didn't pay attention to the weather online that day was when they got a quite big storm in their area, as if were — and so it seemed like he was now stuck within forrest's home whether he wanted to be or not. though, if barton were being honest, he really didn't mind being quote unquote 'stuck' with forrest in particular. he actually liked the other well enough, and considering that the whole reason why he he had come to his home was for a house call, the doctor didn't think that the other probably would mind that he was there either. he had been there to check over forrest and make sure that everything was okay with him as he'd called barton's practice sort-of in a panic, saying that he felt this sense of impending doom along with was experiencing breathing issues.

so, of course barton had rushed over to forrest's home to see what the problem was. there was nothing physically wrong with the other, however, from what the doctor could tell; and so he highly suspected that the other had experienced either some kind of anxiety or panic attack. that is what he diagnosed forrest with after listening to his lungs and askimg him some questions such as whether this was the first time he'd felt this sense of impending doom, if he had a history of asthma or any kind of lung disease in his family, among others as a result. but in any case, right after this had occurred was when the storm started to hit, and barton at first thought he might be able to still go home. until he heard the shingles, metal, or whatever was on forrest's roof begin to shake with the wind.

he sighed as he threw his hands up in defeat at this, and that was when forrest had told him he had a spare bed. barton drummed his fingers along the windowsill of the one he was looking out then at the torential downpour outside and took a moment before nodding. ❝ ahh, well... if you insist. it's not like i really have any other choice. it wouldn't be wise for me to leave now that they're saying the wind gusts outside are going up to 30 MPH now online, it seems. ❞ he pocketed his phone after looking at that slightly frightening fact and tried to think of something they could do in the meantime. preferably together. ❝ do you have any games, like candy-land or something? because i may always win at candy-land with my kids, but i suppose you never know with strangers — you might just surprise me. ❞

barton winked in a 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it' moment at the other before stifling a small smile, ❝ thank you for letting me stay, by the way. ❞