#serioussolutions

[gigglinggoggles]

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serious-solutions

Victor smiled, “It’s the least I can do to repay you for helping me. C'mon, I know a nice little cafe that tolerates working dogs.” he said, nodding his head towards the main street before he started walking; the blond looked so familiar yet he couldn’t recall where he’d seen him before

He giggled faintly as they started off--just a nervous tick of his to laugh with minimal provocation. “S’alright, mate.” Said even as he allowed himself to be lead. “I’ve got a trained therapy animal myself. She’s.. well, okay, don’t laugh. She’s a chicken. But chickens are smarter than a lot of people think. Well, some breeds are. And she’s really smart.”

[gigglinggoggles]

"Listen, my dog is a support dog, I need her here; you wouldn't kick out someone with a guide dog, this is the same principle." Strife frowned, "Besides, there's nobody else in this shop and I'm keeping her on a leash." Despite this, the owner of the shop continued to usher Strife towards the door, taking the bag of groceries from his hand

Lalna was on his way into the shop with his attention on his list when he  quite literally bumped into someone. “Oh, uh sorry ‘bout that,” he may have giggled softly. It was a nervous reflex almost “I uh..” The clone blinked, getting a look at the man.

He was familiar. So familiar. Why was he familiar. 

The teenaged clone hadn’t met him before, so.. older memories? The name came to him.

“S… Strife? Oh.. Uh… Hiiiiiii.” The awkward hello of someone getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be. Quick assessment of the situation and he took the bag of items from the store owner. “How about I check these out for you, and you wait outside with your dog. It’ll just be a mo’. Anything else you need?”

[recklessbloodmage]

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It had been well over a week since he last had heard from the solutionist which to be completely honest worried the bloodmage to no end. He had tried calling him, visiting the Strife Solutions Tower and even asked around all for naught.

When the strangled shouts reached his ears, Parv jumped up and ran outside. The sight that met him made him gasp and cover his mouth before he hurried over and gently picked Will up before starting to head back.

“Hush, don’t speak. I will patch you up then you can tell me what happened.”

[recklessbloodmage]

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“I will have you know that I’m always hot!” Possibly the worst moment to be flirty, but as Parv wasn’t exactly in the healthiest of states it kind of was expected. He was never one to admit from the get-go that he was sick.

“Look. Look! I’m fiiiine, okay? Just lemme take a nap. I will be fiiine.”

Cue the prince curling up and covering himself with his wings, tail neatly wrapped around his waist.

[recklessbloodmage]

"Lets get you to bed." Strife sighed softly as he picked Parvis up carefully

The demon hissed, flailing for a bit before he gave up and sighed. There was no point in fighting it, was there? That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to comment on it. “I’m not sick if that is what you are getting at. Not at all. Nope.”

[hear-my-mighty-roar]

"Please... please no more. I'm begging you, please just stop the torture." Strife begged weakly

Pidge rose an eyebrow as they looked at the blond at their feet. Their lips were pursed, right hand glowing fiercely as they kept it at ready, although a hint of an amused smirk was still visible.

“Aww, where’s the fun in that though?”

[hear-my-mighty-roar]

"H-Hello? Is... Is someone there?" Strife called weakly, trying to pull himself up the wall slightly by his shackled wrists, as he heard several sets of footsteps up the corridor, clanking against the metal of the ship; it sounded as if there were a few, yet hey didn't seem to have the rhythm of a Galran march

“Guys, for the last time I told you to close the main door. We don’t need a repeat of the Lance-incident.” Pidge’s voice came from down the corridor as they approached the main door. They were about to close it when they noticed the stranger. “… who may you be?”

The young paladin took a half step forward to help the blond, but stopped before they got too close to him and drew their Bayard out first.

[hear-my-mighty-roar]

"Hey, kid, is everything okay?" Strife asked, sensing Pidge's concerns and worried demeanour

Pidge almost jumped out of their skin at the sudden voice. Another one? Where were they coming from? People seemed to just pop up at the Castle’s entrance.

“I.. I am totally fine! Why wouldn’t I be?”