[ while haru is wandering about and likely bemoaning the lack of water sources (?) in this terrible airport, he might notice there's a smell coming from the congratulations restaurant that isn't steak. there's something cooking.
it smells delicious... maybe even a little like seafood...
[ I MISSED THIS PING SO BAD i'm sorry i hate week 0, but he will follow the smell of seafood without question. where is his survival instinct. who cares.
[ me every week 0 its like roulette to see who i will miss
ANYWAY ITS ALL GOOD as he makes his awy down, he will find two things! the first is strohl, sans his usual yellow coat and manning some kind of whitefish in a pan at the stove. it smells awesome. the second thing is that strohl jr is here, and he waddles up to haru with !!! enthusiasm on his tiny, fat legs.
strohl himself glances up, and gives a little sup nod. ]
[ wait i forgot to mention tuesday is fine since so much happened monday and we killed strohl 50 times. over at the skating rink! he's already lacing up, though it's cold so he's wearing a hoodie. ]
Do you know how to skate?
[ even if they don't technically need to teach each other stuff, it's worth asking. ]
but yes, we're here at the skating rink. strohl jr is here also - strohl's got one hand on the back of his nametag collar so he doesn't go running onto the ice at mach fuck and hurt himself, because someone has to be a responsible parent around here. ]
Can't say I do. We don't get much ice or snow where I'm from... just up in the Principality of Montario.
by which i mean strohl is here with his hands on his hips, looking relatively less green than last week (the magic invention of dramamine) squinting up at the skyscrapers. ]
...Sort of. At the bottom of a temple - lots of these kinds of buildings. [ tipping his chin up to the skyscrapers! ] Nothing like you'd see in Grand Trad, let alone any other part of Euchronia, but there they were. Eupha said they were part of an ancient, lost city.
[ i really struggled trying to pick a memory for haru my sweet boy so i decided i would give him my wildest one
anyway. we're in the art room! strohl's sitting here with some art supplies, drawing out some kind of cat on the paper. it could be better? but it could be worse. very mid art skills, here. ]
Seems a bit odd to draw a mascot when we already near have one...
[ ok complainer. its at this time that the wind picks up and haru is treated to a complicated memory. ]
[ we are trying so hard on our missions. haru is good at art—he's in the middle of drawing a very realistic-looking cat with a cartoon pirate hat—but he's less good at complicated human emotion.
when the breeze settles and the memory leaves, the papers in the room rustle and flutter. he lets out a quiet sigh, trying to grip to the various emotions of guilt, shame, indignation, fear, long enough to sort through them. ]
[ haru this cat is important to me it should be our mascot.
anyway. it's... hard. this is a hard one for him to wath for a myriad of reasons. watching will suffer is bad enough - let alone how easily he was goaded by louis, let alone the monstrous guilt curling up in his stomach every time he sees it, about how he let will - how he let his highness down.
so lost in his own head, he almost doesn't realize haru said something - he blinks once. twice, looks over at him. ]
... Yeah. [ voice rough as sandpaper - he nods, the motion jerky, rubbing his hand over his face. ] He's our captain. He's - [ the reason i'm still alive if he's honest. the spark that brought life back to him when everything was so dark. ]
...yeah. [ unfortunately, he's emotionally competent but not when it comes to this, so that's the best he's got as he gathers up his composure again. ] Yeah, we are.
[ i really admire the both of us clawing to tag each other and being on cyoa. MEOW SOLIDARITY
anyway strohl is in first aid. haru also better be. he wakes up from his own unconscious lack of blood at some point - then startles at the sight across the room, pushing himself up way too fast with a worried -- ] --Nanase!
[ aaaaAAAAAH please ignore his beat to shit face. AAAAAH ]
[ TOO LATE he's already halfway across the fucking room and immediately kneels down to try and like, get a look at his face and make sure he's okay? like a fussy mother hen. looking him over for injuries, too.
please ignore the fact he looks like he's going to pass out because he moved too fast it's fine. he has all his limbs he's fine. ]
look, strohl's always a touchy guy, but - today, especially. seeing haru, he just kind of strides into the space he leaves, hooks his arm around his shoulder, and pulls him in for a hug.
nothing to say at first, just that. fishies and a hug. ]
[ aaaaaaaa. he is stressed so there's a moment where he flinches, but it melts away quickly, and he is just a useless lump. after a long couple seconds, he will carefully hug back with some gentle pats. ]
[ how many pool pcs are you going to have nu. probably one thousand?
anyway strohl's here now too, dressed vaguely like this and looking like he's got a bit of a sunburn forming on his nose. white boy. but he comes and makes his way over to wherever haru is, squatting down by the side with a grin on his face.
he's got a book in one hand, and haru can also faintly see the outline of something black that shows through his undershirt on either of his upper arms. wahoo.
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it smells delicious... maybe even a little like seafood...
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what's going on in the kitchen here. ]
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ANYWAY ITS ALL GOOD as he makes his awy down, he will find two things! the first is strohl, sans his usual yellow coat and manning some kind of whitefish in a pan at the stove. it smells awesome. the second thing is that strohl jr is here, and he waddles up to haru with !!! enthusiasm on his tiny, fat legs.
strohl himself glances up, and gives a little sup nod. ]
Drawn by the smell, or in need of the kitchen?
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probably disassociating in the kitchen. making cookies. ]
It really happened...
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...yeah. Can't say I'm surprised. Can definitely say I'm angry, though.
[ always will be!! he glances at haru as he's toweling off his hands, some of that irritation easing into something softer, more concerned: ]
You holding up alright, Nanase?
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I'm fine. [ or he's calm, at least. ] ...Last time, we spent Friday looking for the bodies. This is easier.
[ grabs a mixing bowl like this isn't the most morbid subject in the world ]
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Do you know how to skate?
[ even if they don't technically need to teach each other stuff, it's worth asking. ]
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but yes, we're here at the skating rink. strohl jr is here also - strohl's got one hand on the back of his nametag collar so he doesn't go running onto the ice at mach fuck and hurt himself, because someone has to be a responsible parent around here. ]
Can't say I do. We don't get much ice or snow where I'm from... just up in the Principality of Montario.
[ looking at the skates with curiosity... ]
You do, though, Nanase?
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We don't get much ice either, by the ocean. But we have rinks like this one.
[ he'll look for some paw-mittens for strohl jr while he hands strohl sr a pair of the rental skates to try on. ]
The basics are easy. Give it a try.
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w2 monday... welcome back from bridesmaiding
by which i mean strohl is here with his hands on his hips, looking relatively less green than last week (the magic invention of dramamine) squinting up at the skyscrapers. ]
...Oddest sense of deja vu...
thank you i die
...Have you seen a place like this before?
[ he kind of imagines strohl as coming from a stock fantasy video game. ]
don't
...Sort of. At the bottom of a temple - lots of these kinds of buildings. [ tipping his chin up to the skyscrapers! ] Nothing like you'd see in Grand Trad, let alone any other part of Euchronia, but there they were. Eupha said they were part of an ancient, lost city.
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anyway. we're in the art room! strohl's sitting here with some art supplies, drawing out some kind of cat on the paper. it could be better? but it could be worse. very mid art skills, here. ]
Seems a bit odd to draw a mascot when we already near have one...
[ ok complainer. its at this time that the wind picks up and haru is treated to a complicated memory. ]
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when the breeze settles and the memory leaves, the papers in the room rustle and flutter. he lets out a quiet sigh, trying to grip to the various emotions of guilt, shame, indignation, fear, long enough to sort through them. ]
Strohl... [ ... ] You seem close.
[ to this will guy. let's just start there. ]
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anyway. it's... hard. this is a hard one for him to wath for a myriad of reasons. watching will suffer is bad enough - let alone how easily he was goaded by louis, let alone the monstrous guilt curling up in his stomach every time he sees it, about how he let will - how he let his highness down.
so lost in his own head, he almost doesn't realize haru said something - he blinks once. twice, looks over at him. ]
... Yeah. [ voice rough as sandpaper - he nods, the motion jerky, rubbing his hand over his face. ] He's our captain. He's - [ the reason i'm still alive if he's honest. the spark that brought life back to him when everything was so dark. ]
...yeah. [ unfortunately, he's emotionally competent but not when it comes to this, so that's the best he's got as he gathers up his composure again. ] Yeah, we are.
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anyway strohl is in first aid. haru also better be. he wakes up from his own unconscious lack of blood at some point - then startles at the sight across the room, pushing himself up way too fast with a worried -- ] --Nanase!
[ aaaaAAAAAH please ignore his beat to shit face. AAAAAH ]
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haru is also in first aid though, yeah. he gives him a pointedly alarmed look, shoulders hopping a little because he was definitely just zoning out. ]
...Strohl.
[ ... ]
Take it easy. [ HE IS LITERALLY GOING TO HURT HIMSELF LIKE THIS ]
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please ignore the fact he looks like he's going to pass out because he moved too fast it's fine. he has all his limbs he's fine. ]
You got taken too - damn it, are you alright?
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look, strohl's always a touchy guy, but - today, especially. seeing haru, he just kind of strides into the space he leaves, hooks his arm around his shoulder, and pulls him in for a hug.
nothing to say at first, just that. fishies and a hug. ]
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Sorry I wasn't cooperating...
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anyway strohl's here now too, dressed vaguely like this and looking like he's got a bit of a sunburn forming on his nose. white boy. but he comes and makes his way over to wherever haru is, squatting down by the side with a grin on his face.
he's got a book in one hand, and haru can also faintly see the outline of something black that shows through his undershirt on either of his upper arms. wahoo.
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he knocks on the door, having brought like... an extra tiki throw blanket from their lounge. ]
Not the ideal welcome, but...
[ it's good to see him back. ]
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