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tiir rumibul; oo9

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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[Walter is more than willing to brush past the scene when a hand clamps over his shoulder from behind. He stiffens and glances over his shoulder, where another local nearly shoves a towel in his face and motions over to Tiir. They're only a couple of yards away; handing the towel over would take seconds. Not that Walter is willing, but it's a battle he was destined to lose from the start.

He marches over to Tiir and the local, and extends the towel to the latter as he ignores the former. Yet the moment he attempts to pull away, this local clamps a hand over his shoulder and bids him to help out in wiping down the poor foreigner who has returned.

. . . Indeed, it's odd that Tiir is as soaked to the bone as any other newcomer, but it's not Walter's business what he's been up to. Or where he's been by the coral's whims.

In the end, it's another battle he's destined to lose as the female local suddenly grabs his arm and raises it to Tiir's chest so that the towel in his grasp rubs at the dampness. It's awkward for all parties involved but that of the local, who systematically pulls Walter's arm into a circular motion, then a pat to soak in the water—

Walter jerks his arm away.]

*First off, Selphie just spots a newcomer having a bit of an issue with a local. But closer she gets she realises that it's Tiir - he's back! So she rushes on over, knowing that this can only mean trouble for the poor woman*

Here...Let me take that.

*She smiles, just about managing to pull the towel from the woman's hands, then passes it to Tiir so that he can sort himself out, as she's sure that's so much more preferable*

Welcome back.

What are—

[Yeah, no. As Walter moves his arm, Tiir also jerks away, still trying to remind himself that no, he can't just knock the local out. By this point, though, between the utter invasion of his personal space and dragging Walter into it, he's probably justified in using some force, and so he pushes away the local, scowling.]

That's quite enough of this, thank you.

[Worst return to Vatheon ever.]

[Much more preferable, yes, as he takes the towel, grateful. For a moment, he pauses, in his uncertainty as to how deal with her—a human—before reminding himself of everything that happened with Minato and all that occurred back home.

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.

... Tiir.

[The plaza always seems to end up covered in blood whenever someone returns. But at least Tiir has come back- if he's not been returned without his memories, at least, which is a possibility, considering the time of month.

It's impossible to tell without asking. Which is what Gale does.]

Would you like to return to the base?

[So it would appear that one of the Embryon's honorary tribe members has returned. They haven't spoken much, but perhaps Sera can get the local to stop invading his personal bubble? She joins the two of them, a towel in her hand.]

He'll be okay! Please... [Please leave him alone. She's too nice to scold them or scare them off.]

[Unperturbed, the local turns to Walter with a smile and, after a comment on finishing up the hair, leaves while dumping her towel onto Tiir.

Walter extends the towel in his own grasp to Tiir. There's a slight look of annoyance at the unnecessary commotion.]

It took you that long to get rid of her?

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*But Selphie was setting herself up for the usual snub, for some kind of obvious sign that shouldn't have tried to help him out, that he could do it without her, that when he smiles and says thank you...*

What..?

*Eyes wide, mouth open, yes she is totally staring at you Tiir. So amazed and confused*

[He's not sure what he needs two towels for, but whatever—he takes the towel from Walter.

In a mild tone—]

I was trying to be polite. A concept lost on you, I'm sure.

[He shifts uncomfortably beneath her stare. This is going to be even more of a struggle than he thought if every person he meets acts like this...]

... What? You don't have to look at me like that.

Its meaning is lost on them. No matter what you do, they'll be the same.

[He folds his arms together. That's the basic message he's been getting from them, anyway. They never care.]

[Upon seeing Gale, Tiir pushes the local way with another protest, before turning to Gale.

... Ah. For all that he dislikes about Vatheon, it's always nice to know that he still has a place here.]

Of course. How are things?

[Oh, Sera.]

Ah, Sera...

[Unfortunately, the local gets the wrong idea, and so she tries to enthusiastically push Sera in Tiir's direction—]

*Oh gosh, now she feels bad. And also like she wants to just hug him within an inch of his life. For so long she's just wanted some sign of friendliness from Tiir, so this is overwhelming. Instead she just beams at him, afraid that a hug would spook him, shaking her head*

Nothing! Nothing! You're welcome! You're so...so welcome!

_{[Well last time he met Tiir it seemed like Ruca was only a bother to him, but... he couldn't just simply ignore it, when he saw that Tiir had trouble with a local.

Ruca quickly grabs a towel and rushes to the woman and Tiir.]}

E-excuse me! Um, I'll make sure he's okay, so... could you please... leave this to me?

_{[He isn't sure how to tell someone to go away without sounding rude.]}

Oh! [Looks like Sera will be unintentionally not-helping as well, and she stumbles right into him, latching around his waist for balance.]

[Yukari is walking about the Plaza, which is more crowded than usual, as to be expected. She's been lazier with greeting the newcomers this month, so maybe she's trying to make up for it today -- but she stops rather abruptly when she sees the commotion, and a familiar head of black hair at the center of it.

. . . Though he's left and returned before, a part of her thought she wouldn't see him again. Her mouth parts in surprise as she observes the scene, unsure of how to react, but she feels like she's gotta do something. The local hasn't noticed her, but that would change.]

S'cuse me.

[Yukari's voice is firm as she approaches -- just on the verge of being angry, but only to scare the poor girl off.]

Someone over there needs your help. Can I take over from here?

[He shrugs.]

I figured I might as well try, though I suppose that was a futile effort.

[Hugging him would possibly break his brain, yes.

A little caught off-guard at her enthusiasm, he blinks.]

Ah... you're welcome? Though it wasn't that big of a deal...

Ah—!

[Fortunately, Tiir manages to keep his balance, preventing the both of them from falling over as he freezes slightly at the contact. He stands like that, unsure of what to do.

... On the bright side, at least the local takes that as her sign to leave.]

[... Yukari. Seeing her reminds Tiir of Minato, of everything that happened in Vatheon, and of everything that he needs to think about—but right now, that can wait.

Fortunately, after listening to Yukari, the local scuttles away, though not before shoving the towel in Tiir's hands.

He gives Yukari a grateful smile (because it's fine to be grateful towards a human, right, and Yukari is—)]

Thank you. I owe you.

[Fortunately, that seems to appease the local, who then shoves the towel into Ruca's hands (because apparently he needs two), before scuttling away.

Tiir watches her for a few moments, before turning to Ruca and smiling wryly.]

... Ha. Honestly, why does she listen to you but not me?

[Once she's certain that neither of them will topple over, realization hits her. She lets go of him and backs up quickly, placing a closed fist in front of her mouth and her other hand behind her back.]

I'm sorry...

_{[Ruca also watches her leave, then offers one of the towels to Tiir.

He smiles sheepishly.]}

I... I really don't know, but I'm glad she did.

[Indeed, a futile effort—and then he falls silent, his gaze falling in apparent thought.

"Might as well try" . . .

He's always had that slightly polite front, Walter supposes.]

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