#fred: interactions

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@flowinglikestars​ replied to your post:

olwen vc: jiiiiiis at him too :1

Lady Olwen...please...go on without me...I won’t be able to make it to Asscar........

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@fatedcomrades​ | starter call (Olwen and Fred)

“I’m...afraid I’m starting to lose track of all the people here. Where did they come from??”

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kiran: “Hello Princess Fred” (He Strong he's been training for This!)

Make my heart go doki doki

“What--” he starts, but he’s already being lifted right up off the ground. Picking someone up (or being picked up) isn’t a foreign concept to him, but he’s used to it being done for rescuing, and this isn’t a battlefield or a daring escape. It’s simply...Kiran picking him up because he wants to, apparently. And because he can.

“I...well, I can say that you are certainly the first one to sweep me off my feet like this.” He knows that he doesn’t wear a lot of armour, sure, but he’s not exactly a featherweight. “Have you been...training, perhaps?”

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heavy olwen breathing at fredran love

“Lady Olwen. Have you perhaps ran a marathon lately? You must be thirsty--here, have some water.”

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looks at one of the fruits olwen gave him and- "do you want one, fred? i don't think i can eat all of these alone..." (technically there were fred's to begin with but who cares).

He had no idea his diversion tactic for Lady Olwen would result in this. Though having General Reinhardt getting kicked in the shins by a little girl was just a bonus.

“...Well, I suppose we wouldn’t want them to go to waste.” And letting Kempf get his dastardly hands on them would certainly be a waste. “Which ones do you prefer?”

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kiran, because you know, olwen said so: "hmm, fred? you know, there's something that has been bothering me for a while now and... why do people keep on calling you ordinary? if anything, you're the total opposite in my opinion, you're really... eer, well, handsome and amazing? you're like... super pretty! and strong!" and he's dying again!

“Ah?” Well, he couldn’t say this wasn’t rather sudden…and he didn’t quite know what to do with all the compliments. It wasn’t as if being ordinary bothered him–many people were. He still had a job to do, ordinary or not. He could still make his own choices and fight for the causes he chose.

To have praise so freely heaped upon him was…well, it wasn’t a bad feeling at all. But he had no idea what to do about it!

“I…well, er…thank you, but…” But…Kiran was looking a little faint…

“Kiran! Kiran, are you well?”

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@allisallies replied to your post “kiran: "huh, so, like, if i were to tell you i actually like /like/...”

"Yes, you! Who else??" Bless Olwen for her sign, B l e s s. "So, uh, yeah! Now I said it!!"

“Who...I...” His ears were hearing the words, but his brain seemed to be refusing to process them. His mouth tried to form a reply, but merely opened and closed soundlessly, and he stood there gaping at Kiran like a particularly slow goldfish.

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"Oh, Fred, here you are! I... I wanted to give you a little something..." Kiran smiled to the other, looking a bit embarrassed at his own words but then holding out a small bag to Fred, all cutely decorated with hearts and small flowers (definitely not his idea, really!). He then leaned forward a bit, kissing the paladin's cheek quickly. "Ha-happy Valentine's day! Or, eer, Day of Devotion I guess? ha ha. W-well, I made these myself, I tried giving them a horse shape, but... Ignore that part..."

Given the way everyone (well, most people, anyway) had been going on about the Day of Devotion, it was hard for it not to be constantly resurfacing in his mind. The last few years back in Friege and in Jugdral hadn’t exactly been very cheerful ones, and to see people able to express their feelings for their loved ones with openness and joy brought contentment to his heart.

Of course, Fred had people he wanted to show his appreciation to as well. He still had to give Lady Olwen that fruit basket (or something along those lines), after all (though he did wonder if Kiran would like to have a hand in delivering that as well)…and then there was Kiran himself. Flowers and sweets seemed to be a popular choice of gift, but for the Summoner himself, Fred had opted for something a little more practical…or would something more personal have been better?

It was deep in these thoughts that he bumped into the very person in question, and before he could think of what to say a bag was being presented to him. 

“Thank–” he started, but before he could finish Kiran had moved forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Ah–” Should he reciprocate? But Kiran was already moving away, and now he was speaking…and a handmade gift, horse-shaped or not, was an honour to receive.

“Happy Day of Devotion to you as well. I’m sure that they will be excellent, no matter what shape they are. I have something for you as well…though it may seem a somewhat ‘stuffy’ gift in comparison.” And with that, he held out a book on the different languages of Jugdral, sorted by country.

“I can’t claim to know all of these, but I thought that…perhaps it would be of some interest to you. I’ve certainly learned some new language from you since I’ve arrived here.”