tiir rumibul (
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vatheon2013-03-30 02:49 am
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Who: Tiir and
vatheon!
When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!
[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]
Ah—?
[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).
And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]
I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—
[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]
Honestly, I'm fine.
[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.
Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]
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When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!
[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]
Ah—?
[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).
And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]
I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—
[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]
Honestly, I'm fine.
[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.
Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]
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And so, he manages a smile, and though it hurts his throat slightly to speak—]
... Thank you. It seems this place has yet to tire of me.
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What..?
*Eyes wide, mouth open, yes she is totally staring at you Tiir. So amazed and confused*
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... What? You don't have to look at me like that.
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Nothing! Nothing! You're welcome! You're so...so welcome!
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A little caught off-guard at her enthusiasm, he blinks.]
Ah... you're welcome? Though it wasn't that big of a deal...
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Sorry - I know. I just...thought you mighta bumped your head when you landed back here is all. But it's good that you're back!~
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[He frowns slightly, shaking his head.]
And why is that?
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*Selphie blinks at Tiir, a little confused at what's going on. But between leaving here and coming back, something seems to have changed. Still, she's not going to question that now*
Nothing! Just me being silly!
*And then she notices the blood and frowns, moving closer*
Are you hurt? I can heal that...
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Well, I wouldn't refuse magic, but my wounds have already healed, so you don't need to worry about that.
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Right. Well..that's good then. So...you're okay?
*It was just such a different experience - talking to Tiir without being on edge the whole time*
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[It's a different experience for him as well, trying not to be wary of humans. Still, if there's any time for change for him, it's now.]
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Well...Can I do anything for you or...are you just gonna go home?
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He stare at her for a few moments, trying to figure this out, before slowly shrugging.]
Unless you need me for anything...
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I think that's all, now.
[1/2]
[Wait, what?]
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This human girl is hugging him.
Of all things, Tiir can say with absolute certainty that he wasn't expecting that, and so he freezes, pushing down the instinct to shove her away, instead staring at her with a shocked face.]
I... what?
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That's called a hug, Tiir. And you have no iddeaaa about how long I wanted to do that for!
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She—hugging—what?]
... But why?
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Because you always looked like you needed one. Hugs make everything okay!
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[The idea of people hugging him in an attempt to comfort him is still so odd, considering he's always tried to be the one who had it all together.
And from a human, no less...]
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*She's still smiling, but she shrugs a shoulder like it's not much of a big deal*
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Ah... I'm still not certain exactly what you mean by that, but I... suppose I appreciate the sentiment?
[Maybe?]
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Good! I'm so glad!~
*She wants to hug him again, but she holds back, just smiling, hands clasped together*
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... I'm not quite certain why you're so happy over this, but as long as you're glad, I suppose.
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Perfect! Then we're both happy!~