vatheon | 13

Who: Walter and Tiir, and you
Where: Plaza
When: 26th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open

[It's a fine morning in Vatheon, as per the usual, and Walter is out and about, crossing the plaza to the coral. He stops before the local deity, then raises his left hand to reach for one of its tips.

Meanwhile, Tiir also happens to be making his usual trip to the coral—though perhaps atypical in this case, as he doesn't often run into Walter while doing so. For a moment, he pauses, recognizing the boy immediately.]

Ah, it’s you. You look well.

[Glancing up, Walter only gives that silent indication of having heard Tiir before returning his attention to Lamufao. Despite being mostly ignored, Tiir simply smiles, as he's used to Walter's dismissive attitude by now. Seeing as how Walter's presence hasn't bothered him before, he continues moving towards the coral, reaching out to touch it.

The top of Walter's left hand glows past his sleeves; likewise, Tiir's own marking glows from underneath his sleeve. Glancing at it, Tiir moves to pull his hand away from the coral when the tips of his fingers seem to brush against something—but it's such a minute detail, what does that matter? As he tries to move, however, he finds himself being pulled in the opposite direction as his hand twists at an odd angle. Similarly, the weight of Tiir moving the other way draws Walter back, his hand outstretched behind him.

Oh.

And before anyone knows it, there's a splash and the fountain is occupied with a torso full of Tiir in the water, choking for breath, while Walter, still dry, pushes himself up and off of Tiir's chest—though getting out completely proves fruitless when their fingertips are stuck together.]

( ooc: Tagging order is you → Tiir → Walter! )

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[ . . .

Fine. If it's the Merines' wish, he won't interfere unless it poses a danger to her. To voice this much, he does the exact opposite—give his silent consent and start moving.]

[With that, she decided to walk somewhere where it would be much drier for them. She wanted to say something else but at the same time, a part of her was wondering if she shouldn't have interfered. Or rather, she wasn't sure if she should talk to Walter just yet.

Admittedly, after a certain conversation with Walter, her relationship with him was...well...more awkward than before.

And well...hopefully he doesn't mind her helping out a bit...hopefully]

[Well, to avoid them tripping over their feet, Tiir starts moving as Walter does.

There does seem to be a bit of a strange note in the air, but Tiir ignores it. It doesn't matter much to him what's going on between Shirley and Walter right now.]

[Relationships have never been Walter's strong point. It's to the point he doesn't outwardly acknowledge the sudden drift and moves with a stony face, as if he hasn't just been stuck to Tiir by the fingertips.

That's small stuff.

The Merines . . . ]

[If it weren't for the situation right now, Shirley would be giggling so badly right now. In fact, there was a part of her that was trying her best not to. In a way, seeing the both of them being stuck together at the fingertips was kind of cute....but she knows that the both of them might be caught dead than to hear that from her.

Once they managed to get to a building somewhere, she was looking around for some towels for them]

Let's see...I think there should be some over here if I remember correctly...

[Yeah, Tiir doesn't find much cute about the situation.]

Well, I'm in no hurry.

[Walter isn't entirely sure what Shirley is looking for, but given that she intends to help Tiir dry off:]

Towels?

[He doesn't come around these parts too often, but if memory serves him right—]

They should be over there.

[Gesturing to a side with his free hand.]

[With that, Shirley went over in said direction to where the towels are. Once she does get them, she hands it over to Tiir]

There, that should be better right?

[Hopefully]

[To Walter—]

You have a good memory.

[Taking the towel! And being careful to avoid physical contact with Shirley, because, you know.]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Yes, Tiir, he's cursed with a good memory that causes him grief.

He won't acknowledge that comment, instead observing the exchange with resumed silence.]

[Ever the silent one Wally. Once she gave Tiir the towel, she gave a look back at him. Should she say something to him?]

Um... is everything okay Walter? You've been really quiet so far.

Indeed. I thought you might be a bit more talkative around your own people, but...

I'm fine.

[Why are they even talking about this? Tiir should be drying off—]

If we're done here, it's time to leave.

[Tiir...]

All right then but...if there's anything you want to talk about, let me know. [Just know she'll be there for you Wally!]

[What...

But yes, yes, drying off.]

And where do you propose we leave to?

[Was that directed at him? Such an offer . . .

But on Tiir's response, he turns to Shirley.]

Merines, is there anywhere you need to be?

[Well...both yes and no but...]

...You don't have to go with me if you don't want to. If there's somewhere else you want to go, that's okay. I don't mind.

[Take that what you will]

[Tiir just looks at Walter. It's not like he has any plans, and even if he did, his new predicament would've effectively interrupted any of them.]

[That she's saying there is someplace effectively puts aside any of Walter's concerns with the current predicament. His response is immediate—he doesn't even have to think about her saying that it's okay to go otherwise.]

There isn't. Where are you headed?

[Despite the frankness, his voice is drastically softer than before.]

[But she wants it to be a surprise!]

There's...quite a few places that I'm going but...[She eyes back at Walter and Tiir] Are you sure you two are going to be okay?

[Tiir smiles. And is maybe noting how Walter acts around Shirley.]

I have no issues with this.

[Walter nods. And while he's not exactly friendly with Tiir, with that additional answer, they seem about good to go.

Just in case, he gives his stuck hand an experimental tug—still not free.]

Well...if you say so...

But I'm headed toward the fabric store to get a couple of things... [Not plotting anything here]

[Just for the heck of it, Tiir tugs back.]

Oh? Are you sewing something?

[Why is he tugging back—

. . . sewing? The Merines?

Some of the severeness subsides from his expression as he looks at Shirley, urging her to go on.]

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