"Do not take me lightly--!"

--- "What they do not know, is your real advantage, when you live for someone, you are prepared to die."

[kyuureimu-a]

tutxla:

— “Refre—? Oh!” He can’t help the sound of surprise at spotting the tray, sitting on the ground and crossing his legs before taking it and resting it on his lap. A piece of fruit is popped into his mouth, and he waits till it’s gone before he talks again.

— “Thank you very much, Sir! It is greatly appreciated.”

    “Figured it best to return the favor; you otherwise seem to have a warm set of tea ready to serve whenever you go.”

    Even if Fidel always insisted he was ‘only a simple servant’ as he often put it, he could easily think of others who insisted further that he was worth much more than he let himself believe. Considering all he’s done and all he’s committed to, the least the dragon could do was provide some bit of comfort and reassurance.

    “I do not quite know how you prepare your servings, but I tried nonetheless.”

[tutxla-blog]

--- Fideles lets out a small laugh. "Tea is not only fuel for the body, but the soul as well. And do not worry about how it is prepared." He waves his hand a bit. "I am just grateful you thought of me." A few more pieces are eaten as Fideles looks over the garden a bit, though at some point he seems to get lost in his own thoughts.

--- "Why not sit?" It's abrupt, and he quickly realizes this, his cheeks turning a bit red in embarrassment. "I-I mean---- You and I have not really ever had much time to chat, especially these days. I think it would nice to just.....sit and talk."

--- "I-if you wish to of course------"

[tutxla-blog]

@kyuureimu

— He’s been picking weeds out of the garden for a while now, his hands covered in dirt and his face covered in sweat. Leaning back a bit to stretch his back, he feels a shadow fall over him, and he smiles at seeing the familiar shape.

— “Think you could just stand there a little? You provide surprisingly nice shade.”

[kyuureimu-a]

    A low chuckle escaped under his breath, balancing the tray of iced water, tea, and assorted fruit slices in one hand as he tucked his other behind him. He figured he would find Fidel out here if he weren’t stuck lumbering around inside; always seemed to find something to preoccupy himself with.

    “I suppose I will double as a refresher stand as much as a sunshade,” he quips, lowering the tray to relative eye level.

[tutxla-blog]

— “Refre—? Oh!” He can’t help the sound of surprise at spotting the tray, sitting on the ground and crossing his legs before taking it and resting it on his lap. A piece of fruit is popped into his mouth, and he waits till it’s gone before he talks again.

— “Thank you very much, Sir! It is greatly appreciated.”

[tutxla-blog]

@kyuureimu

--- He's been picking weeds out of the garden for a while now, his hands covered in dirt and his face covered in sweat. Leaning back a bit to stretch his back, he feels a shadow fall over him, and he smiles at seeing the familiar shape.

--- "Think you could just stand there a little? You provide surprisingly nice shade."

[tutxla-blog]

@hxrmonian

--- "Uh, so, uh, apparently today is a day in which you spend time with someone you love, s-so, I was wondering if y-you would like to go out to eat somewh-where."

[tutxla-blog]

--- He stumbles and almost falls as he goes searching for Ciro, though, luckily, he's able to quickly catch himself. All the while he's muttering to himself something along the lines of 'stupid fireworks. Stupid me being afraid of the stupid fireworks.'

--- It's-- mostly-- keeping him from panicking at least.

[alexsrpshit]

send a 💀 for my muse to die in your muse's arms.

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[tutxla-blog]

--- The small boy look up at the other, blue eyes blinking curiously. However, they squinted just the tiniest bit before he took a small step away, cautious.

--- “Who're you?”

[tutxla-blog]

“See you to work so well together is kind of amazing.”

--- Fideles was confused when he heard the customer speak up, not exactly sure what she was talking about, though knowing it must have pertained to him and Ciro. They were the only ones up front at the moment after all. His gaze flickered over to the other before returning back to the lady in front of him. “What do you mean....?”

“You both just step around each other so easily, without saying a word. It’s like you can read each others minds. Kind of entertaining to watch, honestly.”

--- There was a quiet laugh from Fideles at the explanation, and he wondered for a split second if Ciro could hear her too. He was dealing with a customer himself, so it was hard to tell exactly. There was a lift of his shoulders in response, a smile pulling up his lips. He honestly hadn’t thought that working with Ciro would be so much.....fun. Well, doing practically anything with Ciro was enjoyable, but he had found they had fallen into a kind of routine so quickly-- so easily-- as if it were natural.

“You guys must have known each other for a while, right? This kind of thing does seem like some ‘just strangers’ thing.”

--- Fideles blinked, quiet for a few moments. Well, she wasn’t wrong. They had known each other since they were kids, and Fideles was pretty sure he was the one leading their little dance around the back of the counter. After all, he prided himself in being able to read Ciro. Though.....he doubted Ciro was just....following his steps. He suddenly realized that the lady was still standing there, waiting for some kind of answer, and Fideles couldn’t help the small, soft smile.

--- “We have been friends for many years.”

[tutxla-blog]

--- He’s barely even awake as he looks around, seeming to be searching for something as he wanders the Chasm. Soon enough, he finds it. Ciro. In his room, of course. There’s a small register of surprise somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s asleep, but, to be fair, it is the middle of the night.

--- As carefully as he can-- while practically already dozing back off-- he climbs into Ciro’s bed, his head resting on the others chest as he falls asleep once more.

[tutxla-blog]

--- “GET IT OUT OF THE TEAPOT IT IS GOING GET ITS FUR EVERYWHERE; I DO NOT WANT FUR IN MY TEA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!”

[hxrmonian]

    “Of course, I would love to!”

    No sooner than the words leave his mouth does he take hold of Fideles’ hand, clearly eager to go out already. Arceus only knows how long the poor boy has been waiting for this.

    “You really don’t have to pay for me, though I appreciate the thought. Where would you like to go? Ooh, I imagine if we are willing to walk, we could have some seafood in Undella. Or if you would rather not, we can find somewhere nice here in town quite easily.”

[tutxla-blog]

--- He can’t even wrap his mind around the fact that Ciro is holding his hand, let alone respond to anything he’s just said. “I-I, uh---- I w-w---- uh----” If he was a stuttering mess before, he’s even more so now, unable to take his eyes off their hands-- his own quite limp in Ciro’s grasp.

--- Was his mouth always this dry? Was his face always this hot? Was his mind always this blank? He at least manages to get out a squeak-- it’s something-- but he can’t seem to form words at the moment.

[tutxla-blog]

--- “M-M----” He cuts himself off, taking a deep breath before letting it out, repeating this about----- five times.

--- “I-I was wondering i-if---- w-well, I mean, the cafe has been doing really well, a-and I-I thought--- y-you’ve helped me out a lot th-this past few months----” He finally lets out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose and mentally shouting at himself to just spit out what he wants to ask.

--- “Would you l-like to go out to eat? I-I’ll pay.”

[fortheaskbox]

“I adore you.”

“You are adorable.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”

“A storm is coming.”

“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Give me a sign!”

“I want to be your friend.”

“I need you.”

“I hate you!”

“Get over it.”

“That was rude.”

“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”

“You are my enemy.”

“I like when you smile.”

[hxrmonian]

    “Of course. But one of these days you have to promise to teach me how to bake so you don’t have to go running back and forth like you do anymore.”

[tutxla-blog]

--- He pauses on his way o the kitchen, turning to look at Ciro, silent. A few minutes pass, before his gaze flickers away, his eyebrows drawn together a bit. “Maybe.”

[tutxla-blog]

--- “Hey, Ciro, can you watch the counter for a few moments? I need to make more cupcakes.” Well, look at that, he wasn’t tripping over Ciro’s name anymore.

[tutxla-blog]

--- Proud Fideles noises.

[uratanite-moved-deactivated2018]

“Ah.” It was all he could really say to that. “My mom was… so nice. Like, even if I said something or did something wrong, she never got super mad at me; she always had this calm tone to her voice. And like, the moment it got a little louder than normal is the time you knew you messed up, y'know?”

“My dad’s… eh. He just never returns my calls or texts. Kind of sucks.” He’s crippled by it inside, but he’s not gonna crack easily over it.

[tutxla-blog]

--- “I think it is great that you and your mother at least got along! I do not know about you, but things at least got better for me after I-- uh?-- moved out? It was more like just leaving then moving, but it was something. Honestly, I guess I just wish at least someone in my family wanted me around.”

--- “Ah, I apologize. I feel like it seems like I am trying to make this into a ‘my life sucked more than yours’ debate. I promise, that is not my intention.”