tiir rumibul; oo1

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Early afternoon?
Where: In the forest, near the lake.
Style: [I'm lazy okay]
Status: NEVER MIND this suddenly became open thanks to Cal—

[It might sound a bit odd, coming from someone who tries to be honest, but Tiir hates this curse.

... Granted, he hates most of them, but still.

It might've been fine another time, or under different circumstances. Half the time, Tiir wouldn't care if others could see his thoughts, as he'd already be saying them out loud.

With Guriko to look after, however, it's a different story. He can't afford to let her see.

... And he's not as confident as he was months ago.

Thus, his thought bubble blank as he forces himself to think about nothing, he escapes to his usual hiding place: the forest. That is, the one place he can usually count on to be unoccupied.

... Except for right now, apparently—]

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[messianic]

[Minato doesn't mind this curse, personally. His bubble bobs along behind him passively, the bubble itself more or less quiet, with the occasional thought drifting through.

He's calm.

...and then he sees Tiir and his thought bubble suddenly fills. '!' 'Tiir-san!']

Ah...Tiir-san?

[contemptibility]

[He freezes.]

(Why him—)

[Images of Minato's expression that day—when he asked about family—flash through his bubble, before he again empties his mind.]

Why are you here?

[messianic]

[Blink.

Blink.

And a brief thought-- 'Should I go?']

I was just walking.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

...Are you alright?

[contemptibility]

(No.)

I'm fine.

[... He realizes that that probably didn't work out so well.]

[rainbowarch]

[Sometimes, Cielo likes to just fly around the bubble. So, from the roof of the Embryon Base, he transforms and takes off, deciding that today, he was going to fly over the forest. He circles the area, but he doesn't want to go back quite yet and instead, makes a landing in the forest before reverting.

He knows the forest very well, and figures he might want to walk back to the base and just marvel at the forest's beauty along the way, but it's by chance that he spots Tiir.

So Tiir gets a wave. And the little thought bubble that's been following him around (somehow able to keep up with his demon form's speed) merely shows a smiling face.]

Afternoon, Tiir.

[contemptibility]

[He blinks when Cielo lands, his bubble reflecting the memory of when he met Cielo and Serph, as he tries to remember which one this is—before that image fades, as Cielo reverts.

He smiles back. Cielo isn't one of the people he's trying to avoid, after all.]

Ah... good afternoon, Cielo. How are you and Serph?

(Better than me, I hope.)

[rainbowarch]

Good, good!

[The thought bubble reflects many images of what he's been doing as of late - taking care of the plants, working at the clinic, that kind of thing. But then he notices Tiir's bubble shows something decidedly less than happy.]

And you?

[contemptibility]

[... Tiir's aware that having his bubble around makes everything rather difficult, but it's hard for him to outright admit that anything's wrong, and so he continues to smile.

Likewise, it reflects what he's been doing—cooking, looking after Guriko, etc.]

I'm fine.

(Despise this place—)

Is the garden doing well?

Duh it had to happen!

[booyaka_boom]

*Looks like someone else had the same idea. Selphie shuffles along towards the lake, a bubble with some chocobos eggs in them. Then a huge exclamation mark, and the image of two of them as kids, little Sefie trying to reach out to him - and she'll let her presence known with a small...*

Oh!

ffffffffff yes

[contemptibility]

You—

[At the sight of her bubble, Tiir's own counters with the image of him walking away from her, during that curse.]

And for what reason are you here?

joy!

[booyaka_boom]

*The image in Selphie's bubble dissolves into a grey cloud*

Trying to get away, same as everyone else.

<3

[contemptibility]

... Hmm. Even you?

[An image of Guriko flickers in his bubble, before it's replaced by an image of Minato—and then he banishes the thought entirely.]

[tsundyne]

[Yukari's bubble seems almost cheerful. Pink, though the shade thereof seems to depend on her mood. It's inconvenient; she has to be careful, and she would guess a lot of others do as well. But she's never been one to hide what she thinks, so really...it's minor at best.

The pink tints slightly when she sees Tiir, and she gives a light sigh when she approaches.]

(What does he see in him?

He looks upset--)

Hey.

[contemptibility]

[An image of Minato appears in his bubble when he notices her, before it fades.

He smirks lightly.]

Ah, you. I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to debate morality, if that's what you're here for.

(Not in the mood at all—)

[tsundyne]

(Why? Why him?)

[She catches the glimpse of Minato easily enough. Though it isn't clear whether she's asking why Tiir is thinking of him, r the other way around.]

No, it's not. [It's the truth, even if she's a bit stern about it.] There's nothing wrong with me wanting a nice view of the lake, is there?

(Curious. Curious. Curious. Curious.)

[contemptibility]

[He interprets it the latter way, as he's curious about that himself, and his thoughts echo such.]

(Why does he insist on—)

... No, I suppose not. One would think, however, that at the sight of me, you'd be inclined to stay away.

(Monster. Murderer. That's all I am to them—)

[asea]

[ -- when, out of seemingly nowhere behind a thicket, Walter trudges in. And not stealthily, either, what with all the noises the branches and leaves make when he walks in, and how his clothes, wet from a dive in the lake, sticks to the latter.

Fortunately, he's tall enough that he can avoid having anything cling to his drenched hair and see Tiir clearly as ever.

He pauses.]

[contemptibility]

[Likewise, Tiir halts, unsure what to do for a moment, before he offers a smile. Smirk?]

... Well, this is a surprise.

[An image of Guriko appears in his bubble—and the sight of her wandering, looking for Walter.]

[asea]

(Orerines.)

[The one word dominates his bubble, which lugs itself in the air behind him, as if it's absorbed the water and struggling to keep afloat.

Walter doesn't say anything, opting to glare upon seeing the smirk.]

[medama]

[ It was not rare for Tiir to leave the house unexpectedly, and as such, Guriko came to find out a few of his hiding places. She remembered even from before she left --the places he liked to visit, the areas he liked to go.

More than likely, he was at the forest. Guriko's first stop.

Her bubble is filled with a variety of music notes, as she hums along, keeping time with each of her skipping-steps. It feels almost like Vatheon is... a real home. She likes that. She likes thinking she belongs somewhere. ]

Tiir-nii! [ When she spots him, she approaches, her bubble turning a light pink color. Soft colors for soft feelings! ] Guriko has made her older brother a snack made out of oreos!

... If you aren't busy.

[contemptibility]

[He smiles when he sees her, his own bubble turning pink to mimic hers, as words flicker through it:]

(For her sake—)

I'm never too busy for you, Guriko. Thank you.

[medama]

It's no problem! Guriko is always happy to help Tiir-nii.

[ ... though there is something strange about seeming so happy, despite who (and what) she is.

(Monster.)

An image flashes across her bubble, before she shakes her head, shooing it away. ]

We can stay here for a moment though, if you'd like.

[lowlands]

[The country happens to be in the forest right now... He squats and bends over a bush, apparently searching for something. Though he's silent about what he's searching for, the bubble of his shoulder has a very distinct plant.

...He can at least see if such a thing exists in this world, right? It's good for business, okay.]

[contemptibility]

[... The sad thing is that Tiir doesn't recognize the plant, actually. WHOOPS.]

... And what exactly are you doing?

[lowlands]

[YOUR LOSS, BRO. Though he'd be willing to introduce you for the right price. Cha-ching!!

He stiffens and without moving, glares over his shoulder. Not a huff, not a puff, just a deepp, grave dip of his brow and upper lip. He's not about to give away what he's here for; he'd been careful enough to find a spot where he was sure nobody would spy his bubble, assuming that alone would give it away. He stands up and briskly walks a some paces away without regarding the boy.]

None of your business.

[And he meant that in more ways than one.]