#kyriosc

[strawbelina]

She might have a terrible blush right now and wiggle a bit uncomfortably but tells Natsu sheepishly.

“I.. I got one for you too.“ / @kyriosc​

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@kyriosc sends a supermom:

Edeth sent in for soft hugs and head pats.

This is so embarrassing. But what's a girl who isn't accustomed to beneficial maternal affection to do but simply accept it? Eira wants to huff. Wants to escape. Yet she does, somewhere in there, yearn for this sort of support and acceptance. It's unconditional, and goes above the baseline she felt growing up.

"H-hey, wait a minute. I'm a college aged woman you realize? Not a child? You don't... need to be doting on me like this, m--I mean-- j-just let me breathe for a moment!!" The flush only intensifies, and yet the little Eira is physically capable of nothing that pushes her away.

In fact, eventually, Eira would simply relent and lean into it. Fine. If only to placate Edeth, she would put up with their attachment.

Complete victory.

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@kyriosc sent: Young lady has been looking around (and by looking she means hands on approach) for some attention. Sure the hugs have been quick and plenty but lately she has still been feeling lonely. His shirt grabbed, on tip toes, pouting. "Raguna... Mmh!"

Withholding affection and teasing Matilda on purpose? Raguna being so bold would be a dangerous circumstance. Isn't it the naivete that gives him some of his charm? With a lady like her it would especially pose a risk to his well being. She is no stranger to being drastic with measures taken herself. That determination can certainly be endearing. It was one of the traits that had Raguna fall for her all over again.

No, this unfortunate farmer is simply busy. With each day brings a further warmth to the soil and a further step towards another harvest to say nothing of managing the monsters. It rests continuously in the back of his mind. Ringing like a chime every time the wind turns. Don't forget to spend time with Matilda.

Compartmentalizing his tasks was efficient, but it also led to this scenario.

She gets her hands on him when he's coming inside to put away some things, synapses firing in that cyclical internal monologue that pilots the Earthmate like a conductor of a train. Except this time something is blocking the train in its perpetual march forward. Good.

"Sorry Matilda, I've had a dozen different things on my mind. But I'll be done soon, as soon as I finish packing up the feed then I'll be able to put away the cluckadoodles. Once they're settled I can--" But who wants to hear his explanations and spiel of chores? Not Matilda. Her interruption comes as greedy as can be. Fingers curl in his clothes, toes are tipped, and he's brought down to her level where lips can find lips.

She may have not said it out loud, but if she wanted him to shut up- he sure had!

"....mmmh." Forget all those things. The sequence. The errands. With the soft touch of her lips and the now gentle hold of her grip Raguna is quite content to slip into an errand that's far more appealing than all that busywork. Soft touches and pecks mingle together and his arms slip around her middle as naturally as the sun glides across the sky.

"...what was I saying? Hmmm. Forget it. It probably wasn't as important as I thought it was. Not compared to you."

Or at least, it can wait until Matilda was taken care of...

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@kyriosc sent: Who cares about what many one online test says. Edeth says that Eira is 100%, no, 200% huggable!

"There, there, it's okay. You are wonderful to hug!" Cue the coddling and simultaneous head pats.

Eira is now sinking into Edeth's wholesomely abundant embrace, sighing hard enough to suggest troubled emotions beneath the frustration.

"I don't understand why I can't seem to win against this ridiculous machine! It's just not fair. Why can't I ever seem to get indulged...!"

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@kyriosc replied to your post “"When the hell do I get a vacation day, huh?"”:

"You don't. That's what work life is about." -Mei

"NO WAY! THERE'S GOTTA BE MORE THAN THAT!!" He won't believe it. He refuses.

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@kyriosc sent: 😴  - Curl up next to my sleeping muse for found mother daughter

"...Edeth..." Oh, the blend of emotions in the utterance of that one name could merit the creation of a drink all its own. The fondness is but a swirl in the mess of frustration, however. A dry taste in the mouth as Eira, who had been studying upstairs until a moment ago, looks down at Edeth who was half dozing on the counter in the middle of cleaning. Good grief.

The bar had been closed for an hour, and it was the strange silence downstairs in the aftermath that had made the college student curious. So, she put a bookmark into her notes and went to investigate. Here we are. And there she is... well what to do now?

"You can't sleep here, come on. I can't... carry you so work with me!" A grunt as the girl hoists the exhausted woman up and over her shoulder. She's training, but perhaps there's just enough spark left in Edeth's brain to have her thicc legs do some thicc work to get up to that sof bed waiting upstairs. One step and then the next.

Good grief. By the time she's deposited (and quickly unconscious) Eira realizes just how much of a toll that had taken out of her self. A touch to her head, a spin of the eyes. This shouldn't be a surprise, you idiot. You just spent how many hours poring over the notes for your coming exams? Too many...

"Nngh... is it really this late? ... I stayed up longer than I meant to." Bed sounds nice. This one even feels nice. And before Eira's realized it she's taken a seat at Edeth's side. The comfortable sheets are ever so inviting. As if she's cognizant enough to utilize that. Another minute of grumpy inner monologuing results in her passing out next to the surrogate mother. And that's where she would be found the next morning.

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@kyriosc sent: 🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair because maybe god will give me some soft wy or mei whichever

"Maybe this'll work? Nah, I didn't think so either. Something a little different... lets see...." Praise for Mei is merited in this situation. Though arguably Wylan would attest that the introverted woman could be validated at all times. To varying reactions. And varying satisfaction. Right now she's likely at her most vulnerable despite the playfulness of the scenario. In the dressing room as her husband fusses with makeup and accessories. Just for fun.

Years ago this scene would be an impossibility, laughed away as a dream or life for someone else. For both parties involved. Wylan, so practiced with fashion and Mei, pulled all the way out from her shell. Both of them with rings on their fingers and family to call their own.

"Oy. Hey now. Keep your eyes closed or the deal's off, alright? Good girl." There's a playful tickle to Mei's neck after reminding her of the challenge, if you can call it that. Then a responding trill of a Lilligant nearby. The Pokemon can be heard prancing off to fetch something else again at her trainer's request. "Ooo, Gigi, that... actually might be perfect. Give it here? Tha~nk you."

"Heheheh~"

Is it torment? Is it enjoyable? Hard to say. The feeling of brushes and other impliments as her hair is fussed and foundations are laid. For better or worse, Wylan works rather quickly. Dolling up Mei's face before finally adorning her hair. There's a good measure of humming, both from the Pokemon and her trainer, before a quick peck to the lips to surprise the woman just a little bit more.

"Okay, done! You can look now. Badaba~"

The chair is turned around, and look at that! She looks like a forest spirit with the eyeshadow and blush. Complete with a bright pink flower. Slipping her glasses back on, one could even say... the look is improved. Wylan is sitting back with a camera.

"Tabs is gonna want to see this. Now! Say... uh..."

"Lilli!!" The Pokemon interjects excitedly, throwing up her petals in a grand pose.

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@kyriosc sent: 🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them for the dogi man!

Pit stops can be fun too, you know. Depending on where out in the countryside you are those little stations can have their own share of surprises and history. Gotta have something to bring in the business, right? Only so much happens once you leave the bustling streets and it's good to have some claim to fame. It's not as blatant here as it was back home (no BIGGEST PICKLE or BIGGEST YARN BALL signs to be seen) and Dogi could appreciate the subtlety.

Edeth too, but she was less accustomed to travel in the first place because of the amount of emphasis she put on her work life. It's a good thing there's people in her life to help, and that her bar is doing well enough to pay them, otherwise the chance for her to head out and try some more camping wouldn't happen.

He's going through some brochures when Edeth finds him again, and rather than make herself apparent, decides to have some playful fun and throw her arms around him! Dogi jerks, standing back up to his height and nearly pulling the woman up with him had she held on more tightly.

"Whoa, hey hey, fyou surprised me there for a second!" Does he mention once he felt her chest on his back it was plainly clear that it wasn't a stranger coming up and trying to mess with him? Nah, probably not a great idea. Worse idea would be to mention that time a fan recognized him... still, this felt nice. Maybe a little lean back against her, a hand reached back to pet over her arm. Her voice sounds nice to his ears... right right. Focus. Daylight was burning.

"Got everything you needed? It'll be another few hours before we make it to the site, y'know. Look at this." Dogi holds out the brochure, letting the woman take a peek at the sights and photos. "This is where we're heading! Getting excited? I sure am."