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—]

Comments

[contemptibility]

Here? I'm afraid not. I haven't met many people who aren't human.

(It's unpleasant to be alone.)

Taking care of Guriko makes it easy to forget that, though.

[rainbowarch]

It's good that you have someone you really care about, ja?

[Briefly, Serph's image flashes in his bubble.]

What about me?

[contemptibility]

[He nods.]

It is. And if you've never looked after children, I can tell you from experience that it requires a fair bit of attention.

[He laughs lightly, as images of some of the other children he's looked after flicker in his bubble.]

Oh, I meant besides you and Serph. I consider you two my friends as well—and I hope the sentiment is reciprocated?

[It's not like with his kind, after all, where he expects an automatic connection.]

[rainbowarch]

[He can't say he has looked after children. Before coming to Vatheon, he had never even met a child. Children did not exist where he came from. And yet, he knew what they were.

The images of a dark skinned man with long red hair and a three headed dog demon appear in his thought bubble.]

Ja, we consider you a friend.

[He was willing to extend friendship to anyone as long as they don't pose a threat to either himself or Serph.]

[contemptibility]

[His smile brightens at that.]

I'm glad. I'd hate to have been rejected before getting a chance to see your growing garden, after all.

[rainbowarch]

[Aha! A real smile! That's what Cielo likes to see.]

Honestly, I was more worried about being rejected, ja?

[contemptibility]

I assure you, I enjoy your company. You've done me no wrong, after all.

[rainbowarch]

[There's few things Cielo likes more than to hear that he's liked and wanted.]

I'm glad!

[And he pauses, looking pensive. Tiir's image appears in his thought bubble.]

[contemptibility]

... Is there something wrong?

[rainbowarch]

[WHOOPS. He kind of got lost in thought there.]

Nothing just...you should smile more, ja?

[contemptibility]

[He blinks.]

... I'm not usually like this, I assure you.

[Mainly because he's better at hiding his emotions, whoops.]

[rainbowarch]

Really?

[That seems like a shame to him.]

I bet Guriko likes it when you smile.

[contemptibility]

I meant that I'm not usually this... morose. I've simply been under a bit of stress lately.

[rainbowarch]

Oh.

You can always come talk to me.

[He might be chatty, but he's good at listening and keeping secrets.]

[contemptibility]

... Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

(I can't—)

The same goes for you as well.

[rainbowarch]

Thanks.

[He grins. It's...a little forced though.]

I don't think you'll ever have to worry about me though.

[His thought bubble says otherwise though, briefly showing Cielo being picked up by a large man and being slammed into a wall while a young woman with short black hair watches in horror.

Also, good job, Tiir. You may or may not have volunteered yourself to have to answer difficult philosophical questions that more likely than not cannot be answered.]

[contemptibility]

[I-It's okay. He's good pretending he knows stuff he doesn't really!]

... Even so, I want you to keep that in mind, all right?

[rainbowarch]

[No worries, he doesn't actually really expect answers.]

...okay, I will.