#ic. basil

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@bravebitten / Liked for a starter

Basil looks at Evan with a nervous but gentle expression. There’s a long pause before he actually speaks, but when he finally does, it comes out somewhat shaky.

“Um… are you asking me….?”

“I… I’m not sure if they’re open right now…? I think… maybe, but… I don’t know. I haven’t been there in a while…”

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@kelfuffle​ // liked for a starter!

“A-Are you sure that’s okay?”

The trembling is obvious in his voice, anxiety bubbling over. Kel is always nice, always so friendly and kind to him -- he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve that type of kindness.

And yet, here he is, trying to accept it. He wrings his hands, nervously smiling at his friend.

Basil shakes his head. “I-I don’t want to get in your way or something... You don’t have to...”

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@harrowing-hatter / liked for a starter!

Honestly, he’s not too sure how to interact with everyone now that the truth’s out. Although… it’s not like Basil was interacting much with his friends before, either. At least there’s nothing hanging in the air between them, unsaid, anymore… but he still kept that dark, awful secret from them for years. There’s a sense of guilt in him, no doubt.

Having finally left the mental hospital — deemed absolutely necessary by the doctors and psychologists in the emergency room, he’d been in for several weeks — he feels fear creeping up in him about what might happen. Will they hate him, for everything?

Of course, he’s met face-to-face with the exact thing he’s afraid of not long after. Polly had told him it was a good idea to go outside, get some fresh air. So he’s at Faraway Park now.

“Hi Kel…” He says quietly, with a nervous laugh. He lifts his hand in a light, anxious wave. He’s not going to force anything. He doesn’t want to make Kel uncomfortable, after all. “Um, it’s nice to see you again…”

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@ deckplays. for ! whomever comes to mind when you think the word: DUCK. inbox call.

"Well, it's not MY fault I keep having issues," he motioned with a vague hand flip. "I'm just the gods' most favoritest boy && mistake."

“… Well, it’s uh… it might be broken?” Basil stares at the vending machine, and laughs nervously.

“… That’s not good… but um. It sounds like you’re used to having these problems? So at least there’s that, I guess.”

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@double-knots​ // starter cuz i said so

The blonde nervously fumbles with a piece of paper -- he unfolds it, letting it fall slightly from his hands, and stares at it for a moment, looking between it and his surroundings.

Quickly, Basil folds back up the piece of paper and shoves it in his pocket. He lets out a sigh. He pats the sides of his head, adjusting his hair a little bit -- then he walks over to the boy in black.

“H...hey... um...” He stammers, softly, rubbing the back of his neck before repeating himself a little louder, “Hey, um... E--excuse me? Can... can you tell me where I am? I think... I think I’m a bit... lost...”

A bit was an understatement, he had gotten himself thoroughly lost.

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👋 : (my muse / sunny) cradling a broken arm || from Sunny to Basil! | daymiire

@daymiire // asks

Basil’s eyes very quickly shift from looking at Sunny’s face to looking at his freshly bandaged broken arm, and a look of shock colors his face.

“What hap… happened?” He asks, darting over to the other, “Are you okay?”

“It isn’t… my fault somehow, is it?”

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It seems Basil wasn't the only person who didn't forget, as much as it looked to the contrary. ― at his doorstep, there was a black wrapped box with a scribble of a cat's face in white on the top, underneath the scribble was 'Basil.' in careful cursive handwriting. Inside the box was some soft fabric padding the interior, but when pushed aside, there'd be two simple objects: a long & thin purple box snugly fitted to the side, and a closed black laptop, and a digital camera resting on top. when opened, the box reveals its contents to be seed packets, hundreds of them, about 10 - 15 in each little bag stuffed into the box with the name of the plant on the lip. when opened, the laptop boots up to a desktop screen of the flowers associated with the group, all together. when checked, there is every single photo Basil had taken through the years, digitally copied. apart from the images, there's a handful of text files informing on how to upload images for safekeeping and how to connect other devices and use it, and an unfinished game of hangman, and one specific text file with a phone number and directly below it: 'Call me if you ever need me.' when opened, the camera is blank and full of space to take photos with, and theres a flower design painted in the sides. it looked expensive.

at the bottom of everything, theres a white piece of paper. it reads, simply "Happy birthday, Basil. My best friend. ― Sunny."

It seems Basil wasn't the only one who didn't forget.

@daymiire // asks: always accepting!

Though he didn’t intend to make his current feelings well known, the black wrapped box surely and quickly makes it into Basil’s hands. He delicately opens it, slowly going through its contents. Perhaps it is a bit comforting to know that someone else had been thinking of him, even though birthdays could be so… Well.

The inside of the long, purple box— lovingly separated seeds in small bags, the names of each plant on the lip of them. The contents of the laptop— all of the images and text, carefully curated just for him.

Yes, certainly, someone else had remembered.

The rather sullen expression Basil had been wearing slowly turns to a small smile as he tenderly looks through all of the things he’s obtained — even more so when he reads the note on the white piece of paper in the bottom of the box.

‘Happy birthday, Basil. My best friend.

—Sunny’

Yes, certainly, Sunny didn’t forget. And Basil, he couldn’t help but be happier because of that.

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“I didn’t forget. I just… didn’t want to remember, that’s all.”