Day 1: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: March 11th - March 18th, 2019 ]

The first day has come to a close, the only things left to do are get some food and get some rest. Fortunately the residents of Bamborough are hosting a party to congratulate the heroes on their first victory, unfortunately it's running for several hours this evening. There's only so much time for sleep. What kind of balance will your hero try to strike?

Unfortunately for everyone, the evil-allured knights will be treated to a rude wake-up surprise when they finally go to sleep. No matter when they finally set their head down to rest, they all wake up at the same time, in the same place. Only the evil-allured knights will have access to this post, click to see if you've been chosen.

The good-allured knights, meanwhile, are free of a visit tonight with the Princess and the Protector. The two of them, however, are due to have a chat. Questions have to be answered, after all! He's dressed in his usual attire:

He's the same height as Luka with dark skin and vivid blue eyes that match the color of the sky. He has wicked winged white eyeliner to accent his eyes and curly black hair with white tips piled on top of his head, it's a wonder how it stays up there. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he's wearing a pajama robe that looks either blue or silver depending how it's touched or how it moves. Most importantly is that he's got brass knuckles on both his hands, like he's ready to fight. But he's not here to fight, he's here to give a whisper about what comes next.

First Night Event: Bamborough: Everyone invited.

The Weather
Starry Night.
64°F / 18°C
Quite breezy, all the trees are rustling.

Prompts:

Bamborough Party: To celebrate the defeat of the first monster, a full banquet is being held near the beach in Bamborough. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, and most importantly of all was a small stockpile of blankets, sheets, pillows, and toiletries to offer any knight who might've forgotten something on the way out here. Naturally, every item is sponsored.

You're all over Social Media!: Videos were successfully taken of all twelve knights and the princess during the first battle, and now the world is abuzz about what happened! What are they saying about your hero? How did they even get this footage? Or worst of all, how bad are they dissing your camera skills for those that recorded themselves?

A late night walk: The first day is over, the first monster is dead. How's your character holding up? Do they seek out support from a fellow hero? Do they spend it alone? What kind of night are they having now that it's all real?

A late night meal: Anyone leaving the Bamborough party late enough will be able to spot that a local late night ramen shop is open for business. If your hero hasn't quite eaten enough, they can drop by for a bite. But be warned, a certain sleepy villain is getting a bite to eat herself. Care to share a ramen bar meal with the enemy?

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Well this is very dramatic. Also weirdly relaxing? He actually looks calmer the more Garrot yells at him, his eyes following all those flourished motions as he yanks his jacket off and... and makes another Garrot?? His eyes widen at the sight of it, and he tilts his head in obvious, immediate curiosity. If Garrot was a wild elf, this would be close to the end of things. Garrot yelled at him. Now they can talk like regular people. Gyre could ask about his very cool power.

But he knows that's not how things work here, and so, instead of immediately going over to start poking at the new Garrot, he pauses for a long beat. He needs to figure out what is going on. Garrot is completely misunderstanding him, and he'd be more frustrated by that if he hadn't seen it before.

He'll start with this, bringing his hand up and bending his fingers, first all of them together and then one at a time. "It's not broken," he says, turning it around in the moonslight. His knuckles are definitely torn up, but there's no blood on his skin. Weird! He doesn't seem to mind though, using said beat up hand to turn himself around on the rock. He's engaged in the conversation now. He's here. He'd like to get this settled tonight, hopefully.

"I think we're speaking past each other." He pulls his knees up to his chest so he has a place to balance his chin, his eyes trained on Garrot. Mostly. He keeps flicking his attention to the double, only to force himself back to his very angry ally. He's making himself smaller on purpose, trying to remember the mincing way these people talk when they're trying to figure their emotions out. He has to make it about his own opinions, right? Something like that.

"I am not calling you dishonest. What I meant was that you--" Nope. Not that way. "Hm, that I am concerned. For you. You are one of the most capable of us, from what I can see. You can fight. You are the only doctor amongst us. But, to me, it seems as if you want to take us all up on your back, and you... And I fear that you will martyr yourself in doing that. It would... I believe that it would cripple us for you to be badly hurt, or to exhaust yourself so early, or worse, for you to die."

He pauses there, giving Garrot a significant look. He hopes that was a little clearer, and he continues, still careful as he begins to stand up off the rock, "But... it's certainly not my intention to tell you how to be a knight. My thoughts are my own. I only offer them so that you have another perspective, I suppose. I do not want to see you come to harm, though I understand that grief can drive us in strange ways."

As he speaks, he crosses the short space between himself and Garrot's double. Speaking like this is absolutely exhausting, but he's really trying not to make an enemy of one of his allies. He can only hope he did it right as he reaches up and uh pokes the double in the cheek. His curiosity is just too much in this moment.

"Can you feel that?"

Garrot just waits and listens. He went totally off-script there (sorry, kids!) but it... doesn't look like a bad thing? They're not screaming at each other. Nobody's punching rocks (and Gyre's hand looks fine enough?) so... it's an improvement? But he can see his pal's eyes darting to that glittery clone again and again. And Gyre's laying on the compliments, which is really weird. It's all a lot to process, but then there's the poke into the double's cheek.

"Yeah, but it's like... I'm wearing layers." Garrot will have to run some tests of his own tonight. "Y'know, I accidentally made one of these earlier, and I wouldn't have figured this out if you didn't give me the idea to talk to Xaljim. Thanks!" He's smiling again, and it's genuine and warm. He'll give credit where it's due, but the warmth fades in a moment. Garrot's posture stiffens, and his levity is mixed with a stoic professionalism. They need to address the elephant in the room.

"But... while I honestly appreciate the concern, I have no intention of martyring myself for anyone." His clone's posture has also stiffened, albeit with a few seconds delay. Garrot's past trying to be nice, past anger. Right now, he's being smart. "It is undeniably advantageous for as many of us to survive to fight the Wizard as possible." More people means more distractions so he can rip her limb from limb with as many of his and his clones' limbs as he needs. There's a faint twitch at the corner of his lips at that thought.

"Unlike me, the Wizard's meddling is all they've known. If they grew up in this world without preparing for the possibility of being Chosen, that is their choice. Mine is to give them all a push and hope they learn to fly when they fall from the nest." These are good people, and some of them will die. It's just like a hospital. But it's nice to have something to work towards, something to hope for, that isn't just single-mindedly eviscerating the Wizard. Garrot sighs loud and deep as he stares out into the ocean, lost in thought. Is this what his father was going through, all those years ago?

He. Does not believe that for a fucking second. Garrot just got done declaring that he needed to ensure the health and happiness of the twelve of them. He was almost begging for Gyre to give him a task that would please him. He just can't believe that this man won't leap in front of a bullet to save any one of them at this point.

It's also not his business to deny that though. Certainly not if he wants Garrot to be able to work with him in the future anyway. He'd already gotten so angry about Gyre even hinting that he was dishonest. Truth is, he's pretty sure this dude is lying to himself. Pushing on it won't help though, he doesn't think, and so he shrugs gently.

"That's the reassurance I need then. Do you still think I need to apologize for something?" he asks, just as he pulls back a hand and slaps Garrot's double directly across the face. Garrot may want to do some tests later, but Gyre's curious now.

As much as Garrot wants to mention that he's got kids who want to see him come home from this, kids he'd move continents for, plans change. When Gyre's hand slaps against the clone, Garrot Prime just flinches slightly, huffing as realization dawns. He's glaring again. Big guy might've been more cordial, but...

"Oh yeah, you do!" The clone also huffs. "You need to communicate more, and stop walkin' the fuck away and acting like you can get away with the same stuff you get mad at me for, ugh!" And then with the power and speed of a highly trained martial artist, the clone slaps Gyre back. It's got about as much force as if Garrot himself were to imitate a soap opera, so his eyes just go wide.

"I didn't tell it to do that!" But he won't say that he thought about doing it himself! "You okay?"

He probably deserved that. I mean, he tries to not deserve it, ducking away as he sees the hand rise up. It's a little quicker then he expected though and he's caught across the face, stumbling slightly as momentum carries him a few steps away. He looks shocked, holding a hand up to his cheek as he processes what just happened. There is, of course, the flash of anger that always happens when you get slapped across the face, but it settles quickly into surprise. Amusement.

Irritation. It would've been a nice moment if Garrot hadn't opened his god damn mouth. He waves a hand, dismissing his concern immediately.

"I'm fine. A little surprised." He returns to the clone's side after that, beginning to slowly circle it. He likes the sparkle on it, and he'd really like to know what it does! Unfortunately, he has to deal with this, casting an eye briefly to the real Garrot.

"I will walk away from anyone who talks at me like they're better then me." Or, actually, any conversation he's not interested in! Walking away doesn't hurt a single solitary soul, and he's not going to stay someplace he doesn't care about! He won't get into that now though, pausing in his circling to eye Garrot more specifically now.

"I haven't been mad at you otherwise." Annoyed, sure. Defensive, once. Mad, no.

"I don't think I'm better than you!" Garrot throws his hands up into the air, clearly frustrated. "I- I just know stuff you don't! Almost everyone I'm close to has known a Knight, and I've worked with them." Does that make him sound obsessed? A bit. Does he realize this? Not at all! "So I know how some of this goes." And then the clone puts its hands on its hips, an elbow probably bumping into Gyre.

"Like..." He trails off for a moment before his eyes light up, and he sounds excited! "So for your powers, you probably wanna practice on some fruits. 'Cause that bubble you showed me was cool, but if it can cut through things like my dad's walls, you wanna get the hang of that without hurting anyone. And if not, they're small and simple." He nods sagely. "Plus fruit is good for you!" And now he's smiling.

"Just like that tea I brought you." Yep, he's bringing that back up. The clone points a hand towards the thermos. The hand is casually dripping sparkles, like its owner was standing under a shower head shooting glitter. Disgusting.

Oof, yeah he just got elbowed in the side, and he takes a step away from the clone, shooting it an irritated look. That was unnecessary. The slap was reciprocal. The elbow was rude. He won't mention it though, circling around so he's standing in front of the clone and pausing there.

"That's useful! I'll do that." He tosses his hands up as well in definite, mutual frustration at Garrot. "You see how sharing knowledge doesn't sound like speaking to a subordinate! I know what it sounds like when someone wants to bark at me until I do what they want, and that's exactly what you did! I won't stand around for it! I did that enough forty-five years ago."

He drops his hands, swiping across the air in front of him as if to cut that argument off there. He knows it probably won't work, but he's taking a deep breath, and petulantly muttering, "Fruit is bad for me anyway. And the tea is probably cold!"

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Garrot groans at the frustration, because their emotions are synching in the worst possible ways. "I'm sorry for being an ass, okay?!" And then he huffs. "Do I need to get on my fuckin' knees and beg for your forgiveness or somethng? Are you into that?!" The question sounds rhetorical, a poor attempt at a sex joke. Flipping the script will probably make Gyre uncomfortable and maybe make him realize how lopsided this is.

"But I do have three quick little questions." And then he and his clone both raise a hand showing three clawed fingers. "How is fruit bad for you when tea with fruit isn't?" A finger goes down. He has to call bullshit on that. "How old are you?" Another finger. Does he need to respect his elders here? Pit in Garrot's gut over that one. And then-

"Why haven't you apologized?" Garrot's last finger goes limp as he wheezes out a raspy little squeak. His face looks uncharacteristically like he's entered a horror movie as his eyes follow the glitter because.

The clone said that.

Oh god, his nose wrinkles at the suggestion he wants Garrot on his knees. Begging on his knees? Who would ever be into that! He ends up speaking up before Garrot has given him the space to answer, nearly shouting, "Ew, no!!"

He would've been louder, but his voice won't support it, giving out in this nasty rasp that keeps him quiet while Garrot asks The Most Annoying Questions. He has to rub at his throat, clearing it a few times, frowning deeper and deeper as the other continues listing questions off.

He's so fucking annoyed, and he wishes he had the strength to actually yell anymore, opening his mouth to bite out his answers, again before Garrot has even finished--

Before he can say anything though, there's a third voice added to the mix, and his head snaps to the side. He takes a long beat to register the clone, then turn his eyes to Garrot. Then back again.

It feels like the world twists, like he can't quite remember who he was talking to for a second, and it throws him entirely off his rant almost immediately.

"Wh... You?" He glances at Garrot, then directs his question to the clone.

"You can speak?"

The second Garrot looks around awkwardly, even allowing an uneven little chuckle. "Uh, yeah? It sounds like you can't, so uh..." The clone(??) gestures to Garrot Prime, who is already leaning over to pick up the thermos. Then with the competence of a two-dad hivemind, the clone(????) is tossed the thermos and hands it to Gyre.

"Drink some tea. It's warm." Garrot won't say that he reheated it to make sure it was just below that miserable scalding temperature, but he did. Garrot Classic(?) takes this moment to close the distance and wrap an arm around his double, presenting a fist that is immediately pounded. In perfect symmetry.

"Nice toss by the way. Thanks!" The voices are in utter harmony. "It is weird hearing my own voice like that. Right?!" Garrot is in stereo sound now.

Gyre, is this your hell?

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Nope, his hell is definitely a few rowdy teenage soldiers with a sharp knife, but hey, this is close.

He stares absolutely dumbfounded at this display, taking the thermos without even thinking about it at first. It takes him a second to realize he did, and then he's frustrated at himself as well as Garrot. He doesn't want to encourage this dude when he clearly doesn't get it, and--

And they just keep going. It makes his skin crawl to see the two of them working so closely and so bizarrely in sinc. He really has to focus his eyes to see the sparkle on the clone and he just. Hates this. He ends up unscrewing the top of the thermos and taking a long drink of the day old tea just to keep his mind from spinning out of control. He doesn't know what to think. He really wants to just walk away again, but his plate still had food on it on the rock, and who knows how offended Garrot would be if he walked away again.

He turns his shoulder to the pair after a beat, shooting them a confused glare as he continues to take big gulps of the tea. It'd make him sick to finish it, but he needs something to do with his mouth that's not yelling at them or being petty or any of the other weird emotions he has spiralling through his head.

"Fuck--" he finally murmurs, pulling the thermos from his lips and spinning the top back on. He sets it down in the sand, and finally turns back to them. Okay. Right. What does he even say, now?

He ends up deciding on this, focusing his attention on the clone. "I'm... sorry then. For hitting you. I didn't realize you were...?" What the hell word does he use for this?

"I didn't realize you were real?" That's probably not it.

Garrot Squared continue to giggle amongst themselves for a moment until the sheer amount of tea Gyre guzzles down becomes unavoidable. One of the Garrots gets a stupid grin on his face and looks about to say something until the other gives him a light punch. The grinning one lets out a small "ow," and then looks sheepishly at Gyre.

"Neither did I, er, we." And then the Garrot smiles? "Don't worry though, I'm here for you to punch, remember?" Garrot Prime looks appalled at that statement. This one is clearly the clone.

"Wha- no, you-" Garrot Prime stammers for a bit, caught off guard as the clone keeps going, pouting like a child.

"Is it okay for you to drink that since it has fruit in it and you just said you can't do fruit?" Clone Garrot's eyes go wide. "Because I'd rather just hug it out and be friends but not if you're gonna- Mmph!" Garrot Prime has placed a hand over the mouth of Clone Garrot. And he is blushing beet red.

"I am so sorry about him!" Garrot sounds incredibly embarrassed, but he's not denying the concern. Or the hug thing. "I think he's reading my mind. Like a book?" His eyes are wide and in shock.

It looks like if Garrot wants to say something but doesn't, it'll just go right out the second mouth. Yikes!

Hey, here's a thing about wild elves! Privacy is incredibly important, and the most important privacy of all is privacy of thought. To speak openly and completely without barriers is a thing only done with the closest of partners, and that makes Garrot's sudden lack of a filter one of the most embarrassing things Gyre has seen in a long time. It's the equivalent of walking in on a roommate in bed with their partner. He's seen something too intimate. Something that is absolutely not for his eyes. Or ears in this case.

He realizes what's happening just a moment before Garrot does, and he looks utterly flustered, his face going darker as he blushes. His cheeks are almost purple? Garrot won't get to see it for very long though because Gyre whips to the side again, covering his mouth as he almost fully turns his back on ?him? Them? Him?? Is he two people or one person in two bodies? He doesn't know, and he can't believe one of them just blurted all that into the air.

What was that about hugging it out??

"It's-- fine, I'm fine. The water d-dilutes it, and, uh--" He is falling over himself trying to find a thread in this conversation he can pick up that Garrot might have actually said without the clone voicing his every thought, and his voice is this unsteady, staccato stutter. He's barely above whispering after a few moments, muttering awkwardly into his hand, "I mean, I couldn't drink it all, uh, it'd be like-- like uh, like if you d-drank a thermos full of. Something sweet for you? Chocolate? I don't know, b-but yeah, I'm fine--?"

"R-really? Th-that's good..." The words are stammered out, and Garrot Prime smiles just a bit. He and Gyre have something in common! They're both putting themselves in awkward situations for the sake of teamwork, and they're both embarrassed to be involved in this situation!

"Mmph-mmph!" The clone tries to declare something, but Garrot Prime is not letting that happen. Speaking of...

"You need to go. Right now. Okay?" Garrot's speaking to the clone, who just nods happily. A moment later, a breeze from the ocean scatters the clone as a cloud of golden-bronze sparkles. The doctor looks sad, but then his focus shifts right back to Gyre, uninterrupted. Even though his right side has a layer of sparkly dust on it.

"I am so sorry." He is a half step from scarlet, and he can't even look his ally in the eyes. "I had no idea that would happen. I just wanted you to get your frustrations with me handled so we could just move past it and-" He just sighs, tired and deep. Garrot's feeling pretty terrible about himself since he just keeps screwing up with Gyre.

"Should I just go?" He sounds defeated, and he's even started to turn a little bit away. At least he's not being pushy?

He'd feel more connected to Garrot in this moment, if a clone of him wasn't the source of his embarrassment. Still, he can't quite force himself to look away from this trainwreck of a scene, his eyes sliding to edge of his vision so he can watch as... as Garrot dismisses the clone?

He stands up a little straighter as the clone puffs into glitter, his stomach clenching in that moment. That feels bad? Did Garrot just kill his clone? The guy had been alive, right? Even if he's thankful his ally gets to have his filter back, there's this weird despair in his chest that a person had to ?die? to do it? Is it dead?? It's just magic, but it had been talking and--

He shakes his head. He'll process this weird moral dilemma later, maybe. For now, he lowers his hand from his mouth, watching Garrot apologize and deflate. Gyre can tell he's trying really hard, and he can't help but go back to what the clone said. Maybe this dude really does just want a hug? Ugh, he hates trying to navigate stuff like this with these people They make it so much harder then it needs to be.

"You," he begins, just to keep Garrot from walking away before he's said what he wants, even if it does take him a second to realize what is is, exactly, he wants to say. "You don't need to apologize. We're all... learning our powers."

He straightens himself up fully, turning to face him again. He's getting his confidence back now, even if he still wants to be careful. God knows he doesn't want to get in a screaming match with this dude. Again. That's definitely what they'd been doing before the clone showed up.

"I don't want to hit you, by the way. I don't know why you'd think that." He takes a deep breath, tilting his head. Garrot is baffling to him, honestly. "I won't stop you if you want to leave though. Whatever you need to do, for you."

Gyre's compassionate about that entire fiasco, to phrase it gently, and it makes Garrot smile through the downtrodden mood. Not even just a smile, there's an affirmative little nod! And the doctor doesn't leave, even as he starts to fidget sheepishly until he's facing Gyre again.

"I thought you wanted to hit me because you hit that rock and we were both yelling, but I'm glad I was wrong." He looks down at the ground. Garrot kinda feels like an ass for assuming that, but what else is new? "I just... I want to make sure we're good. That's why I came out here, to make sure we can work together." But then he looks up, and he's got an awkward little smile.

"You wanna just bury the hatchet, start over, and try being friends?" The doctor lets out some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. "I mean, it's better than walking away angry or yelling at each other, right?" And the ball's in Gyre's court.

This guy. He really does just want a hug. Gyre can feel his mouth twisting a little as Garrot starts speaking, bracing himself for what he's sure is going to be a rant about how he needs to apologize or something again. But it's not that at all. He ends up sighing softly, reaching up to rub awkwardly at his neck.

"Of course we can work together. I want everyone to live just as much as you do." He smiles cautiously back at him, tilting his head and... And his face goes blank all at once. Why would you bury a hatchet, Garrot? Hatchets are hard to make and incredibly useful. He glances off to the side, combing through his memory for when he's heard it used before. He hasn't.

Has he? No, he doesn't think so. "Uh..." he murmurs after a moment, shrugging almost anxiously. "Is the hatchet a grudge...?" What's the metaphor here, Garrot, please.

Garrot was tempted to start cheering when it seemed like they were on the same page, agreeing. And then Gyre just... paused? The doctor was concerned that the tea was having an adverse effect or two, but then. It's worse! Another cultural barrier: idioms!

"Oh, uh...!" Now Garrot's the one rubbing at his neck. "Why do they bury it?" He blinks a few times, finding no reasonable answer to his question. And then he shrugs. "It's like how people say water under the bridge or let bygones be bygones." And then he pauses again, blinking a few times because what if Gyre doesn't get those either?

"People say it when they wanna leave a problem in the past and move on." And then he nods confidently, because he knows that's right! Probably. Today has been full of many surprises, so.

"Oh. Yeah, I've heard the bygone one," he murmurs, staring upwards for a few beats. Language is weird. Idioms are weird, but at least he can categorize this one away for now.
After a moment though, he turns his gaze back to Garrot, glancing up and down his body. Trying to take him in as if for the first time.

"That's fine with me, but..." He sighs faintly, sounding cautious and almost defeated, "If you have advice for me, can you just say it in the future? I don't need to be warned about how dangerous things are. I've been in plenty of fights before." Please talk to him like a person and not a project. This is all he asks.

"Y-yeah, sorry, I..." He looks away, but decides he's tired of running and demurring when not being open about their emotions was what got them into this problem! So he looks back at Gyre, less like a kicked puppy and more just... uncomfortable.

"I've been stressed since this morning." He fidgets in place. You're not his therapist or his family, it's weird talking to you about this, Gyre! "Being a Knight is bringing up a lot of... a lot of difficult memories." Garrot thought he was past the death of his father, but this hit a lot closer to home than he'd anticipated. He looks sad, more defeated than Gyre sounded. But there's a glimmer of hope!

"Talking about bad stuff has helped me, so i-if you ever wanna talk about the past or those fights or anything else," Garrot looks around awkwardly, realizing that he's back to trying to help someone who says they don't need and it might be him shooting himself in the foot after all this work but he wants say something about it, so... "I'd listen if you'd let me." And then he opens his arms for a hug, because yeah, Inner-Monologue-Clone-Garrot was right, he kinda did need a hug right now.

Lord, Garrot. He wasn't really asking for an explanation. He just wanted Garrot to understand his perspective a little, but the news that Garrot is dealing with his grief and it's stressing him out is not surprising in the least. Gyre nods immediately, holding his hands up as if to reassure him or calm him.

"I understand. Grief can be," he pauses and waves a hand as if to indicate something bigger then them, "it has a habit of sneaking up on you." He gives this knowing shrug, glancing away as he registers that Garrot is offering him help again. He doesn't mind it this time at least, even if it does make him close off slightly, crossing an arm over his body without thinking about it.

"I'll keep it in mind," he says after a moment, but he won't offer anything right now. It's nice to know one of his allies seems to have his back if any of his own griefs pop up to terrorize him, but he has no interest in just sharing them out just yet. He chews his lip for just a beat, wondering if Garrot will be happy with that answer, before he turns his gaze back to him and... pauses. What is that pose for.

"Are you asking for a hug?"

I'll keep it in mind isn't a complete rejection, so Garrot is filing that away as a solid Win. But then there's that awkward pause, that clear indicator that oh no, it's weird between them again, and-

"Really? Have-" He blinks, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "Do you really not know this? My kids are from all over and they know!" But then Garrot places a hand upon the bridge of his nose and just chuckles.

"Yes, it's asking for a hug." A sigh. "Jeez, we gotta get you like a- a phrasebook or something." He's trying to be upbeat and jovial and helpful because things have turned around, for what it's worth. And then the arm goes back out to The Hug Position.

Gyre sighs, glancing off to the side for a second.

"My kids just hugged me," he mutters, but he's also approaching almost immediately. Approaching quickly, actually. Despite himself, getting a hug from a giant man is very appealing to him, even if he wishes said giant man would shut the fuck up every now and then.

"And adults just ask," he clarifies, just before he plants himself in Garrot's chest, wrapping his arms around him... as around him as he can get anyway. He thoughtlessly grabs handfuls of the back of other's shirt, squeezing himself as close to him as he can get without just crawling on top of him. He definitely needed a hug! And he definitely likes that he's getting one from Garrot specifically, despite all this arguing.

"Aww, looks like we both needed a hug..." Garrot chuckles, and then wraps his arms around his new pal. He notices the grabbing at his shirt and barely resists the urge to make a joke before squeezing his arms a bit around his pal, careful not to put undue pressure on his head or neck. No need to hurt his throat!

"And I did ask. Technically." He breaks the otherwise nice silence with his voice. "I think? But most adults are too scared to ask." Honestly though, the lifestyle of the wild elves doesn't seem too bad- hugs whenever, no giving a fuck about stuff, and, wait, he should mention that, uh,

"I won't let go until you do. Take as long as you need." Because yep, he sure managed to turn this around since Gyre was so enthusiastic. But, he actually shuts up now and just gives Gyre another big ol squeeze. One arm wrapped around the shoulders, another around the back, because stacking hugbear strike points can hurt people.

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