They're putting on the finishing touches together with the glimmering paint she had provided to him before, and she's careful to ask where exactly he'd want something highlighted. Leaving the more complicated aspects of the artwork to him, she's mostly been accenting a few of the stars that reach towards the ceiling...
When she's about done, she glances down at him from her ladder.
He's just close enough that she can lean down from a step to reach her free hand to his head, patting the top of his hair affectionately. ] All done up here.
[His head lifts up a little into her hand, though he doesn't look over, his eyes focused on the rough outline he's tracing onto the wall. The shape of two winged figures float back to back on the wall in the lower corner where he's seated, two simple prisms within that will eventually become crystals.]
That was quick. If you give me a sec we can see how it looks in the dark.
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[ On her end, she's delighted to see this message in her inbox, and quickly turns her communicator before responding. ] You'll have alien coding down in at most a month, guaranteed! :)
Easiest to learn by doing, though. Are you thinking of coding something in particular?
[Tony had called not too long before to make sure it was okay if he stopped by. He brought with him one of Affurgato's Lemon Meringue Angel Cakes. He would've made something but his project list had been getting out of hand. (Which was just the way he liked it). As it was, he knocked and wondering if he was going to run into any one else from the Eos boy's household.]
--With a smile, as always, but her lips part with a decent amount of surprise as she spots not only him, but a cake as well. ]
Oh... [ He had called earlier, but this? Is not what she had expected. ] If I had known you were coming over with cake, I would have prepared tea!
[ And yet, she invites him in, opening the door wider and stepping to the side to allow him to pass. The question is 'just what's the occasion for this cake?' remains upon her tongue, but she eyes him curiously. Perhaps it's for Noctis? ]
I apologize for the way I responded to you at my wedding. I did not mean to be hurtful. I had hoped that giving reason why it was presumptuous of you would be helpful, as that is something I find helps me.
I truly did not mean it to be unkind, but I have since learned that my words are far too sharp, and that the way I think is not the way others do. I am working on fixing this. Hopefully soon my words will have softer edges.
I also apologize for our subsequent interactions. I neglected my manners and treated you cruelly and unfairly. That is inexcusable.
Finally, I apologize for hurting Noctis. I had thought pushing him away would protect him, but in my fear I cut him instead. This is also inexcusable.
I have recently been told I am a passive aggressive, manipulative person. I was told that the message I sent to Noctis was probably passive aggressive.
I am worried they were correct, and that my attempts at apology served to make things worse. I only wanted him to know he is not to blame. That is still all I want.
He did not and has never hurt me. He has done nothing to deserve any of this. I hurt because I hurt myself, and I hurt him because I failed to protect him. The only one to blame is me, but he is Noctis Lucis Caelum, so I know he will wholeheartedly believe otherwise.
I have hurt him. You have not, and so I trust you with him more than I trust myself. I am trusting you to heal his wounds and keep his heart safe, Pyra.
I will not instigate further communications, but will respond to any I receive.
[It's been a rough... month? Couple of months? Gods, he can't even keep track anymore. Lots of hard conversations, volatile emotions, and now he's taking a step back and trying to think what the hell his next moves are going to be. Crawling under the bed and hibernating until the dust clears is, unfortunately, not an option as much as he'd like it to be.
He'd spent a few hours unwinding after concluding another conversation with Era, one that was less volatile but still not satisfying as much as he'd have liked it to be. He spent another hour or so trying to read the materials she'd sent him, but they're... not really written for him, clearly. Complicated and full of jargon he doesn't have the education or experience to parse, references to a world not his own. He doesn't like how some of the methods he does understand are phrased. And he's not certain he likes the way it may or may not be helping Era deal with her issues.
After some time - less than he's willing to admit - he puts it aside and goes looking for Pyra. Not just because she's more likely to know what to look for, but for a post-mess follow-up because the vibe of the house has been rough this week especially.]
[ She's sitting on their porch, her arm lifted up to allow Horus to take flight, allowing the raptor to freely exercise his wings. As she watches the falcon soar, her hands fold together in her lap, and she inhales to allow herself a moment of quiet.
It has been a trying couple of weeks, and the worst of it not experienced by her. Navigating through it all hasn't been difficult, not really, not when all she has to do is hold another and comfort them, all wile the other struggles.
When he calls to her, she straightens and turns partly back to look at him, sending him a smile. ] Noct?
[Pyra receives a selfie of Tony and Gladio sitting on the couch. Gladio's arm is around Tony's shoulders and Tony's pressed against his side. They're both smiling, except Gladio looks amused and is putting 'bunny ears' behind Tony's head.]
[One of the (many, many, many) perks of the relationship they've cultivated over the last... god, almost year now, is that Pyra is much more of an open book to him than she used to be. Certainly more than any woman in his life had ever been, which isn't saying a lot but does mean that he's sure as hell paying attention. Trips and stumbles along the way have taught him better than to let things linger, to pry a little, to open the door for her to let loose her feelings and to make sure she knows that he cares enough to listen. Gods know she's done that plenty for him, and he need only look into how it makes him feel when she guides him gently through his woes to realize that she deserves to feel the same way, too.
This month has especially sucked. He's been trying not to fall into the rut of self-doubt and sacrificial misery again, despite having witnessed himself die multiple times even through a dream. Part of that is to keep himself sane; part of it is also to not give Pyra more to worry about, because - thanks to the aforementioned open-book-ness - he's noticed that she's been a little... off. Quieter, more withdrawn. They've been going through the motions more than he cares to admit, mostly because neither seemed to be in a good state of mind to do much else. She went out of her way to comfort him despite her own troubles, though- he refuses to let that distance linger without giving her the same relief. At least, he'll try.
Thus, he recruits Umbra secretly the night before to drag his lazy butt out of bed far earlier than Pyra wakes- earlier than most of the household, actually. The Messenger happily curls up in his spot to keep it occupied, which will hopefully stave off her waking up too early while he bustles through the kitchen as quietly as he can manage. After about an hour - and what he will claim to be only respectable mishaps - he returns to their room, quietly setting a warm, covered plate on the bedside table before crawling back into bed, winding his arms around her and tugging her in close to see if he can subtly wake her up.]
[ She doesn’t stir until he’s well within that hour into his cooking, slowly awakening to a scent of something homemade and warm body cuddling up next to her. Her eyes flutter open lazily then close soon after, her smile gentle in the early stages of waking as she drapes an arm back around him in response, magnetized to his comfort and warmth.
It’s been a harrowing month. The memories she’s had to witness over and over have hollowed her. At the time it had felt as if the precious amount of happiness she’s found had been carved out bit by bit. What lingers is the numbing reminder of her past, her guilt and remorse, the ever-present belief she must be away from all, and the tragedy of smiles belonging to those most precious to her: the start of the ruin she bought, and the ending solution of when she was sealed. Over and over, she’d been reminded of the wrongness it is to exists as she does now.
What fights against this is all of which she has accomplished: every relationship here that has made her want to stay. Fragile, yet precious all the same. It is these bonds and the want she has to be with others that is strong enough to grapple with her fear and guilt. But it doesn’t make bearing them any more easier, and as she rests against him, her cuddle is more slack than not. ]
Breakfast in bed? [ She nuzzles him comfortably, speaking softly, although he might note that her tone doesn’t quite carry the same smile as a month ago. ] I have the best boyfriend.
[ —And she can’t ever forget that. To think that once more during this month, he had seen himself die all over again... and now he’s went out of his way to prepare a meal (and wake up early for it, too!). Selfless and kind, despite all his hardships... he’s incredible to her. ]
[ She'll be in their backyard, tending to both of their birds whenever he finds her, and she'll greet in him with a kind smile as he approaches. ]
There you are. [ She greets him as if she had been looking for him which-- clearly, as she's petting Captain's long feathers-- she hadn't been. Her lips curl upward into a teasing, but loving smile. ] You're just in time for me to tell you that you're wonderful today, too.
[Noctis offers a smile in return, but there's an edge of nervousness to it sitting beneath the surface. He reaches out to take her free hand, tugging her in for a light kiss.]
That's convenient for us as a pair. You're always wonderful.
[ At last, they're camping. There's no real sky above them, just the barrier. There's no real stars, either, but only the small, twinkling dots that are projected upon it.
But the modest fire crackling in front of them, lined by a ring of medium-sized stones, is real, and its warmth is real, and the person sitting beside her on a homemade patchwork quilt is also real. Behind them, their tent is set up-- also real. In front of them is the lake that had recently appeared; very real, too.
Pyra leans her shoulder against his upper arm. ] Do you want an extra blanket?
[Noctis winds an arm around her shoulders, offering up a musing smile.]
Don't need it. You're plenty warm for me.
[It isn't terribly cold in the summertime weather anyway, so even with a slight windchill of night, Pyra and the blanket beneath is enough to keep him cozy. Hell, even if it was cold, he'd be happy to be here.]
[Morning comes too soon; always does. They'd managed to drag themselves into the tent at some point before passing out, and the fabric blocks out some of the sunlight, but not enough to keep him unconscious for long. Something heavy dwelled on Noctis' mind as he slept, dragged to the surface through conversations or dreams or something else, not that he would know the difference. Like a weight on his chest, choking him, making him restless as the sun rises. It's what causes him to jerk awake suddenly as the light of dawn pours over their blankets through the canvas, wide-eyed and horrified. He slept... he slept too long. He missed the entire night, he wasn't at home, he wasn't there to protect them-
With a sharp exhale he pulls away from Pyra's arms and flings aside the blankets, scrambling to fix his clothes and stuff on his boots. He's too late, isn't he? Everyone is already--!]
[ She startles awake soon after he does, and she hears him scrambling upward, the sound of blankets being tossed aside and clothes hastily being arranged on, him hobbling into his boots. Something is wrong, is there some sort of beast outside their tent? ]
Noct?
[ She sits up, allowing her cover to fall and her own clothes to materialize atop of her skin. Her body doesn't ache after their activities the prior night; far from it, in fact. She's still feeling content and nestled, a feeling that's rapidly fading the more the seconds tensely pass by as she watches him scramble. ]
[Shortly after his meeting with Era at one of the shelters, during a quieter moment, Noctis goes looking for Pyra at home. He's really hopeful that the world doesn't implode while they're in the middle of this, because they seriously need a break.]
[ She smiles at him, setting down a few gardening tools. If a giant worm comes up through their yard, then there go the sylleblossoms and juniberries. She's collecting some samples of their seeds just in case to take with her. ]
[ It’s been a week or so since his father had reawakened.
Outside their porch window, snow flutters lightly down from above, dancing in the breeze before settling upon a thin sheet of white upon the ground. It is cold but soft, the kind of weather that makes one want to bundle up in fleece and cashmere and cuddle by the fire (or some other source of warmth).
Pyra tops off two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, and then picks them up from the counter to make her way over to the living room where Noctis sits. Waiting until he sets down his communication device, tablet, paint, or something else that he holds, she presses the mug into his hand. ]
Here… Something sweet for the sweetest person I know.
[ They’ve haven’t started a fire for themselves, but she hopes her body warmth will suffice as she leans her shoulder against his. ]
[It's been a weird couple of weeks, but the shift between one to the other (aka the week where Regis slept versus after he woke) are like night and day. His tension has gradually eased, he's felt less glued to his communicator than before in case a message arrived about his father's awakening, and normalcy has begun to return in the household and his life in general. More than that, the underlying fear of Regis discovering the truth of all his lies is finally gone- those lies can be ended, now, because Regis knows of his fate. He's not thrilled that Regis had to find out, but it's a bittersweet feeling for sure. Carrying it, hiding it the way he had... even with everyone else who knew supporting him, that guilt was hard to live with, and he'd been getting overwhelmed by it ever since Pyra shared her crystal with him and he'd been forced to basically lie to his father's face. Now, he can tell the man anything that he might tell the others, and that makes it his choice. It's... freeing.
When Pyra arrives he's in the middle of sorting and moving photos from his old phone to the new communicator, nothing important, just something to keep his hands busy. It's easy to set aside and accept her offer with a smile.]
Aww. Bet it's extra sweet made by you, then. [Sap. What a sappy thing to say. He leans into her warmth, bodies pressed close.] It's getting pretty chilly now, looks like. I hadn't noticed.
[There's been a thought in the back of his mind for a while now: niggling, frustrating, and although he's tried to ignore it - it's not the time, there's no point, don't poke the bear, dammit - it won't seem to leave him alone. It quieted down when things grew too busy or some nonsense was happening in town again, but when things grew settled, it came back to bug him once more. And after Pneuma awoke at last... well, that was the nail in the coffin, and his thoughts keep wandering back to it. The what if. The seed that Pyra had planted months ago, after she'd fused a crystal to his chest.
It comes to mind completely at random after lunch one day, at the tail end of dishes, and he exhales through his nose as an annoyed fine, ugh, and withdraws his hands from the soapy water to turn towards Pyra.]
[ After their dinner and as they clean-- he with the dishes and she with drying them-- she's mindful enough to give him a bit of space as he works. Whenever he has something in his thoughts, she knows he must think through things first. So it is with a welcoming smile that she turns to face him as he bids her permission to ask.
..."Weird", though? That's unusual, for whatever topic he may bring up. Pyra cannot manage to even guess what it may be. ]
[ Shortly after the usual monthly touchsalary hits accounts, an extra bit of Dora to the tune of a few hundred bucks pops up in Pyra's. There is no sender indicated, and no explanation. ]
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for noctis, forward-vaguedated.
They're putting on the finishing touches together with the glimmering paint she had provided to him before, and she's careful to ask where exactly he'd want something highlighted. Leaving the more complicated aspects of the artwork to him, she's mostly been accenting a few of the stars that reach towards the ceiling...
When she's about done, she glances down at him from her ladder.
He's just close enough that she can lean down from a step to reach her free hand to his head, patting the top of his hair affectionately. ] All done up here.
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That was quick. If you give me a sec we can see how it looks in the dark.
[Juuuuust have to finish one of the wings...]
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Feb 24: Text
Pyra, any chance you'd be willing to teach your favorite superhero the coding used in this world? It's very different than he's used to.
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Easiest to learn by doing, though. Are you thinking of coding something in particular?
[ That is to say, she's happy to help. ]Â
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[Action] March 12
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--With a smile, as always, but her lips part with a decent amount of surprise as she spots not only him, but a cake as well. ]
Oh... [ He had called earlier, but this? Is not what she had expected. ] If I had known you were coming over with cake, I would have prepared tea!
[ And yet, she invites him in, opening the door wider and stepping to the side to allow him to pass. The question is 'just what's the occasion for this cake?' remains upon her tongue, but she eyes him curiously. Perhaps it's for Noctis? ]
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text • march 13th
I apologize for the way I responded to you at my wedding. I did not mean to be hurtful. I had hoped that giving reason why it was presumptuous of you would be helpful, as that is something I find helps me.
I truly did not mean it to be unkind, but I have since learned that my words are far too sharp, and that the way I think is not the way others do. I am working on fixing this. Hopefully soon my words will have softer edges.
I also apologize for our subsequent interactions. I neglected my manners and treated you cruelly and unfairly. That is inexcusable.
Finally, I apologize for hurting Noctis. I had thought pushing him away would protect him, but in my fear I cut him instead. This is also inexcusable.
I have recently been told I am a passive aggressive, manipulative person. I was told that the message I sent to Noctis was probably passive aggressive.
I am worried they were correct, and that my attempts at apology served to make things worse. I only wanted him to know he is not to blame. That is still all I want.
He did not and has never hurt me. He has done nothing to deserve any of this. I hurt because I hurt myself, and I hurt him because I failed to protect him. The only one to blame is me, but he is Noctis Lucis Caelum, so I know he will wholeheartedly believe otherwise.
I have hurt him. You have not, and so I trust you with him more than I trust myself. I am trusting you to heal his wounds and keep his heart safe, Pyra.
I will not instigate further communications, but will respond to any I receive.
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Thank you for your words. Again, I'm sorry for what I said at the wedding.
He deserves kindness and to not be hurt. He also deserves to make his own choices.
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March 20: text
March 20: text
Never mind!
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I hope you're not planning something bad!
[ DONT.... HURT.... PEOPLE... TONY.... ]
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some time after the 19th
He'd spent a few hours unwinding after concluding another conversation with Era, one that was less volatile but still not satisfying as much as he'd have liked it to be. He spent another hour or so trying to read the materials she'd sent him, but they're... not really written for him, clearly. Complicated and full of jargon he doesn't have the education or experience to parse, references to a world not his own. He doesn't like how some of the methods he does understand are phrased. And he's not certain he likes the way it may or may not be helping Era deal with her issues.
After some time - less than he's willing to admit - he puts it aside and goes looking for Pyra. Not just because she's more likely to know what to look for, but for a post-mess follow-up because the vibe of the house has been rough this week especially.]
Pyra?
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It has been a trying couple of weeks, and the worst of it not experienced by her. Navigating through it all hasn't been difficult, not really, not when all she has to do is hold another and comfort them, all wile the other struggles.
When he calls to her, she straightens and turns partly back to look at him, sending him a smile. ] Noct?
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April 6th
Thank you for the push!
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Tony!! Gladio! Congratulations!
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This month has especially sucked. He's been trying not to fall into the rut of self-doubt and sacrificial misery again, despite having witnessed himself die multiple times even through a dream. Part of that is to keep himself sane; part of it is also to not give Pyra more to worry about, because - thanks to the aforementioned open-book-ness - he's noticed that she's been a little... off. Quieter, more withdrawn. They've been going through the motions more than he cares to admit, mostly because neither seemed to be in a good state of mind to do much else. She went out of her way to comfort him despite her own troubles, though- he refuses to let that distance linger without giving her the same relief. At least, he'll try.
Thus, he recruits Umbra secretly the night before to drag his lazy butt out of bed far earlier than Pyra wakes- earlier than most of the household, actually. The Messenger happily curls up in his spot to keep it occupied, which will hopefully stave off her waking up too early while he bustles through the kitchen as quietly as he can manage. After about an hour - and what he will claim to be only respectable mishaps - he returns to their room, quietly setting a warm, covered plate on the bedside table before crawling back into bed, winding his arms around her and tugging her in close to see if he can subtly wake her up.]
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It’s been a harrowing month. The memories she’s had to witness over and over have hollowed her. At the time it had felt as if the precious amount of happiness she’s found had been carved out bit by bit. What lingers is the numbing reminder of her past, her guilt and remorse, the ever-present belief she must be away from all, and the tragedy of smiles belonging to those most precious to her: the start of the ruin she bought, and the ending solution of when she was sealed. Over and over, she’d been reminded of the wrongness it is to exists as she does now.
What fights against this is all of which she has accomplished: every relationship here that has made her want to stay. Fragile, yet precious all the same. It is these bonds and the want she has to be with others that is strong enough to grapple with her fear and guilt. But it doesn’t make bearing them any more easier, and as she rests against him, her cuddle is more slack than not. ]
Breakfast in bed? [ She nuzzles him comfortably, speaking softly, although he might note that her tone doesn’t quite carry the same smile as a month ago. ] I have the best boyfriend.
[ —And she can’t ever forget that. To think that once more during this month, he had seen himself die all over again... and now he’s went out of his way to prepare a meal (and wake up early for it, too!). Selfless and kind, despite all his hardships... he’s incredible to her. ]
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There you are. [ She greets him as if she had been looking for him which-- clearly, as she's petting Captain's long feathers-- she hadn't been. Her lips curl upward into a teasing, but loving smile. ] You're just in time for me to tell you that you're wonderful today, too.
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That's convenient for us as a pair. You're always wonderful.
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But the modest fire crackling in front of them, lined by a ring of medium-sized stones, is real, and its warmth is real, and the person sitting beside her on a homemade patchwork quilt is also real. Behind them, their tent is set up-- also real. In front of them is the lake that had recently appeared; very real, too.
Pyra leans her shoulder against his upper arm. ] Do you want an extra blanket?
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Don't need it. You're plenty warm for me.
[It isn't terribly cold in the summertime weather anyway, so even with a slight windchill of night, Pyra and the blanket beneath is enough to keep him cozy. Hell, even if it was cold, he'd be happy to be here.]
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[Morning comes too soon; always does. They'd managed to drag themselves into the tent at some point before passing out, and the fabric blocks out some of the sunlight, but not enough to keep him unconscious for long. Something heavy dwelled on Noctis' mind as he slept, dragged to the surface through conversations or dreams or something else, not that he would know the difference. Like a weight on his chest, choking him, making him restless as the sun rises. It's what causes him to jerk awake suddenly as the light of dawn pours over their blankets through the canvas, wide-eyed and horrified. He slept... he slept too long. He missed the entire night, he wasn't at home, he wasn't there to protect them-
With a sharp exhale he pulls away from Pyra's arms and flings aside the blankets, scrambling to fix his clothes and stuff on his boots. He's too late, isn't he? Everyone is already--!]
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Noct?
[ She sits up, allowing her cover to fall and her own clothes to materialize atop of her skin. Her body doesn't ache after their activities the prior night; far from it, in fact. She's still feeling content and nestled, a feeling that's rapidly fading the more the seconds tensely pass by as she watches him scramble. ]
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Hey, Pyra? Got a minute to talk?
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[ She smiles at him, setting down a few gardening tools. If a giant worm comes up through their yard, then there go the sylleblossoms and juniberries. She's collecting some samples of their seeds just in case to take with her. ]
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Text; early Oct 29th
Pyra, it's Iggy. I'm at the city center if you wish to find me.
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[ A second later, he's going to be getting a call, her voice barely containing her surprise... or her smile. ]
Iggy, is that really you?!
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Slightly backdated!
Outside their porch window, snow flutters lightly down from above, dancing in the breeze before settling upon a thin sheet of white upon the ground. It is cold but soft, the kind of weather that makes one want to bundle up in fleece and cashmere and cuddle by the fire (or some other source of warmth).
Pyra tops off two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, and then picks them up from the counter to make her way over to the living room where Noctis sits. Waiting until he sets down his communication device, tablet, paint, or something else that he holds, she presses the mug into his hand. ]
Here… Something sweet for the sweetest person I know.
[ They’ve haven’t started a fire for themselves, but she hopes her body warmth will suffice as she leans her shoulder against his. ]
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When Pyra arrives he's in the middle of sorting and moving photos from his old phone to the new communicator, nothing important, just something to keep his hands busy. It's easy to set aside and accept her offer with a smile.]
Aww. Bet it's extra sweet made by you, then. [Sap. What a sappy thing to say. He leans into her warmth, bodies pressed close.] It's getting pretty chilly now, looks like. I hadn't noticed.
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It comes to mind completely at random after lunch one day, at the tail end of dishes, and he exhales through his nose as an annoyed fine, ugh, and withdraws his hands from the soapy water to turn towards Pyra.]
....Hey. Can I ask you something weird?
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..."Weird", though? That's unusual, for whatever topic he may bring up. Pyra cannot manage to even guess what it may be. ]
Of course.
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