011 - Cats on Mars

[fistfullofmagic]

Who: Dhaos and anyone
What: grab-bag curse catch-all, confessions type curse
Where: at the Vesperia House, the park, or around the city
When: anytime during the curse week
Style: I'll probably stick to brackets, but feel free to use prose if you'd like.
Status: open as can be



[Nothing is quite so awkward as waking up with a sudden urge to confess. Especially when half of said "confessions" are utter fabrications that Dhaos had not thought of before the words had passed his lips. It's especially awkward when something comes up that the angel doesn't quite get the context of. T'is the season for embarrassment and confusion?]

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[redcladidealist]

[Despite the moderate temperature in the bubble, when Lloyd passes by Dhaos on one of the streets, his cheeks are rosy with cold and his hair and clothes damp from snow. Despite this, there's a huge grin on the teenager's face.

When he spots Dhaos, he lifts his hand and waves.]

Hey, Dhaos! What's up?

[fistfullofmagic]

[It's easy to conclude that Lloyd had been playing in the snow on the island, and Dhaos is rather pleased to see that the boy had been enjoying himself.

He smiles in greeting.]

Hello Lloyd. I find that taking a stroll is helpful when one has something on their mind.

[redcladidealist]

Oh?

[Lloyd slows, interest perking up. If Dhaos mentioned it, it's probably something he wants to talk about.]

What's on your mind? Maybe I can help.

[fistfullofmagic]

Thank you for the offer, but I am not quite ready to discuss this yet.

[It's something he needs to sort out for himself, really. And definitely not needing to see how another thread goes first, nope.]

[redcladidealist]

Fair enough.

[Dhaos doesn't seem to be overly upset, so it doesn't sound like anything Lloyd needs to press.]

Hey, have you been up to the island yet?

[fistfullofmagic]

[It's not a bad thing, just something he's not quite to the point of openly discussing yet.]

I have not since before Christmas. It has become too cold for the dogs, and I have little reason to go alone.

[redcladidealist]

Wait, you have dogs? When did you get dogs?

[Way to derail Lloyd's thought process.]

What if you didn't go alone?

[Not derailed for long.]

[fistfullofmagic]

Ah, they are not mine, per say. Ioder is the one who bought them, but it is unwise to leave puppies alone for long stretches, so I watch them while he is at work.

[He pauses a moment to ponder Lloyd's next question.]

...Perhaps on a clear night. The stars tend to be particularly visible at this time of year.

[redcladidealist]

Ioder?

[Lloyd echoes the name curiously. This is the first time he's heard it, he thinks.

At the mention of stars, he goes quiet, expression distant. He looks up at the sky, though of course there aren't any stars to see right now. Still, there's something nostalgic in the way he looks.]

I like looking at stars...