tiir rumibul; o1o [backdated to the curse]

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Backdated to during the curse.
Where: The park.
Style: [please!]
Status: Open!

[It's strange, how someone who appreciates honesty wouldn't appreciate a curse that made one honest—but even Tiir has his white lies, his claims of being okay even when he isn't really. And so, the recent curse doesn't sit too well with him, as he's not too thrilled at being unable to filter his words.

... Especially with what's happened in his world. Although it's been well over a month since his return to Vatheon, the reminder that he'll go back to the same time in his world means that the events that occurred always remain recent to him. It's a lot to think about, though Tiir isn't sure how much of it he wants to reflect over, as it might result in certain sentiments he doesn't want.

Normally, in a pensive mood like this where he just wants to shut his mind down—and, to an extent, does so—he'd go to the forest, but today... Today, for a moment, the memory of Minato goes through his mind, and so for whatever reason, he feels compelled to go to the park instead.

Thus, there he is, sitting by the pond—and throwing bread crumbs in the direction of the ducks, as he watches them feed.

Join him?]

Comments

FIRST

[asea]

[The forest was the location of most frequent visit for him, certainly, but Walter had a different destination in mind this day. He couldn't well go only to the forest and risk losing his begrudging familiarity with Vatheon. And the towering greenness was beginning to finally feel crowded as it looked; stifling, a place of numerous encounters when he would have preferred none.

Today, he sets aside a moment to pass through the park. Walter only really stops in his methodical path when he's halfway through the bridge, from where he sees Tiir throwing something.

Crumbs. He looks at the ducks that the bread was thrown toward, his expression seemingly lacking curiosity and still impassive.]

I WOULD EXPECT NO LESS

[contemptibility]

[At the sound of movement, Tiir looks up and in Walter's direction.

... Ah. He always does seem to run into him, doesn't he?

He pauses for a moment, thinking over what he's about to do next, before he offers Walter a faint smile and a wave.]

BUT THEN I TAKE DAYS TO TAG BACK

[asea]

[Though he's still wary of blathering, Walter knows Tiir wouldn't ask encroaching questions out of the blue. He knows; he doesn't trust. So it would be better not to speak much at all.

Walter finishes crossing the bridge and comes to stand beside Tiir at a fair distance, his attention having drifted from the ducks. Neither the smile nor wave is returned – but would Tiir have expected otherwise?]

STILL. JAE TAGS

[contemptibility]

[No, he wasn't expecting otherwise.

Tossing another chunk of bread towards the ducks and without looking at Walter—]

How are you?

YUM YUM.

[asea]

[Nothing he needs to know – ]

Concerned.

[And just like that.

Damn it.]

YOU CAN'T EAT YOUR OWN TAGS

[contemptibility]

[Sorry, Walter, but while Tiir may not be particularly nosy, he's not especially tactful either—]

Concerned? Why?

[bufudine]

[Serph doesn't pass through the park particularly often, but it just so happens he's there today.

...Ah. Those are... ducks, right?

He quietly approaches and silently sits down beside Tiir, wanting to closely observe, but not disturb.]

[contemptibility]

[For a few moments, Tiir doesn't react, instead staring at the ducks, before looking at Serph with a smile.]

Have you ever seen ducks before, Serph?

[bufudine]

[Oh, is that what they're called? He nods. But...]

Not this close.

[contemptibility]

Do you want to feed them?

[He holds the bread towards him.]

[bufudine]

[Serph nods, reaching for the bread. He hadn't been watching Tiir's actions, mostly focusing on the ducks earlier. He... supposes he just breaks a bit of the bread? He breaks off a small corner of the bread.

His gaze flicks to Tiir, as if asking for confirmation before he'll toss the bread to the ducks.]

[livingvessel]

[It's been a while since she's visited the park, and so Ilya finds herself there, walking on the neatly cut grass patches. And sometimes she just needs a little time of her own to think about things... like now, when she can't control what she ends up saying.

She quietly approaches the pond, not expecting to see anyone in particular, when a familiar figure catches her eye. Well, she hasn't seen him in a while, so why not say hi?]

Tiir?

[Ilya leans into his view with a smile.]

[contemptibility]

[He blinks in surprise when she enters his view, before he smiles brightly.]

Ah, Ilya. How have you been doing?

[livingvessel]

Good!

[Ilya gives him a nod and a smile in return. She likes when she sees her big brother figures smile, and Tiir is no exception.

Her attention turns to the ducks that Tiir's been... throwing stuff at.]

Are you feeding the ducks?

[contemptibility]

[a nod]

I was struck by the urge, so here I am.

[And briefly, he thinks of Minato again, before he holds the bread towards her.]

Would you like to?

[tsundyne]

[Yukari's lucky. She doesn't seem to have any trouble keeping her own secrets the way others have lately, so she's a lot less apprehensive about walking around the city and -- in general, just seeing if there's anything left to be repaired or any areas that people have neglected to clean up, with how busy things got.

She didn't plan on lingering in the park, since it's certainly not one of those areas, judging by the looks of things; but she does stop when she spots a face she recognizes.

. . . She's unprepared and has no bread to offer the ducks, but she approaches anyway to get a closer look at them. She always did have a weakness for cute things.]

Heh. They look hungry.

[contemptibility]

[He lets out a light laugh, glancing up at her as he approaches.]

They do, don't they? I imagine they don't get fed often.

[tsundyne]

[That is super depressing, Tiir, and definitely not laugh-worthy!!! But yeah he's . . . probably right.]

Maybe not. But they probably find food on their own, too.

[Since. Y'know. Otherwise they wouldn't be here still . . .

Hmm, maybe she should try feeding them, too.]

[contemptibility]

Probably, yes. It would be rather pitiful to have to depend on another species to survive...

[He trails off, as he realizes how the idea could connect to his own life, before he holds up the bread to Yukari with a tilt of his head.]

[tsundyne]

[The connection kind of goes over Yukari's head . . . honestly she hadn't thought about Tiir eating another human in a while. So she accepts the bread without much thought.]

Thanks . . .

[Soon she's breaking it up into little pieces so she can toss them.]

Have you been out here long?

[zipperlips]

[Tiir can stand being joined by a stranger even in this mood, can't he? It's not difficult to miss someone acting particularly pensive, and Kurloz doesn't always have it in him to respect someone who wants to be alone.

He's quiet as he approaches, but not silent. When he gets close to Tiir, he settles into a seat next to him, awkwardly close for a stranger.

At least he's quiet.]

[contemptibility]

[Tiir can't say he appreciates having a stranger that close, though he at least appears as relaxed as ever.

He's silent for a few moments, not looking at Kurloz, but when it doesn't appear Kurloz is going to say anything, he speaks instead.]

Do you need something?

[zipperlips]

[Kurloz shakes his head. He isn't looking for anything. But then he gestures at Tiir. Rather, Tiir looks like he needs something. A listening ear, maybe. :o) ]

[contemptibility]

[There's another pause, as he tilts his head slightly.]

Are you asking if I need something?

[zipperlips]

[This time, he nods. Then, to clarify, he points to Tiir's mouth, then to his own ears- then ends the routine with pretending to zip his own mouth shut, then lock it and throw away the key.]