#grians-mailbox

[pearls-mailbox]

pearl? you’re still up?

Yeah?

Did you forget I'm nocturnal? Why are you still up?

[sausages-mailbox]

and what’s going on over here, aye?

[ nosy bird. ]

Hello Grian! Not much honestly, just playing with Bubbles and bouncing between Rats in Paris and The Realm!

What about you?

[scotts-mailbox]

i’mma comment because what do you mean DAFFODILS?

hello grian

well. daffodils.

see this is embarrassing because i don't wanna compliment you of all people to you facez

it's.. I guess, with the petals that go outwards, it's kinda spiky but the middle bit is reserved? A bit like skizz, you kind of... enveloppe people with care. That is, if they get past your pranks and all.

(ooc: i wrote a fic (still in my drafts) about scott and grian being in love and the title was the lyric "daffodils on a pretty string." is that what you wanted to hear.)

[pearls-mailbox]

pearrrrllllll. [ batting his lashes over empty sockets. ] nest?

Heh, you don't have to do the sad puppy eyes at me, I'm happy to hang out.

[She stretches, and holds out a hand to Grian. It's getting dark, so she doesn't want to risk blundering into a light.] I haven't been to your house in a while. Take me?

[pearls-mailbox]

i hope you’re proud of yourself. y’know you’re gonna have to call them all back once you leave exile.

I would do it again if you played another dirty trick on me like that :P

[pearls-mailbox]

peeeaaaarlll. [ the whine increasing in volume as he flew within range. he stumbles to a stop, talons digging into dirt to get him to stop as his left wing flares and shudders irritably. ] i think there's something in my feathers that i can't reach. can you help?

[Pearl turns around from the build she was working on as Grian approaches, watching him land inelegantly in front of her.]

Yeah, show me.

[She holds her hands out gently, waiting for Grian to turn and lay his wing on them for inspection. A familiar routine.]

[pearls-mailbox]

[ sometimes he wakes already feeling restless, like even in his sleep his mind was still working. but his body is tired, heavy with sleep still and so his movements drag until eventually he is once more enveloped in darkness, this time in pearl’s home. ]

[ he doesn’t recall how he got here but he assumes the absence of the memory is because he was drowsy. he still is, not entirely present, his body kept up solely by strings controlled by someone else at the end of her bed. ]

[Pearl hasn't been asleep for long, but she's trained herself pretty well to ignore her dogs barking about nothing– they get excited about squirrels and birds and all sorts of little things. No, what wakes her up is Tilly digging her nose into Pearl’s side to get her attention, and Pearl gradually opening her eyes only to find her brother silently watching her.]

[Her first instinct is to startle, letting out a "Gah!" as she jerks backwards into her pile of pillows and blankets. After a moment, she remembers– this isn’t the first time this has happened, but it's the first time this year, so it's been a while. He's usually disoriented, she reminds herself, so she gets her bearings and speaks:]

Sorry– Griba? You alright?

[pearls-mailbox]

pearl. [ he gently jostles her shoulder. ] wake up. i gotta start teleporting people soon and i doubt you want me to do it to you while you're asleep.

[Pearl’s antennae perk up a moment before she opens her eyes, and she sits up with a yawn and a stretch.]

Good evening! [She's extremely relieved to hear him talking like he normally does again.]

Did you work everything out? We can go home now?