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[leetle]

Hey! It's Jester!
I can't pick up right now, but I'll reply really soon, okay? Don't miss me too much.
...doot doo doo beep boop!





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[halforc]

[ This feels right, closer to how they usually are. ]

Oh, well. I'm not all that rugged anymore ... Did you know they fried food here?

[ Haha, fuck. He laughs under his breath, nudging her side. ]

[leetle]

Yeah, I went to the amusement park, remember? Caleb bought me all kinds of fried nonsense. I loved it.

[Behind them, her tail lifts to wrap loosely behind Fjord, the end settling next to his thigh on the other side. A gentle tail hug. Jester laughs.]

But seriously, I think it suits you. You're very nice to hug like this.

[halforc]

I heard about that. [ Thank the gods for Caleb Widogast. ] Between you and me, the arcade is way better. I'll show you the motorbikes game.

But not tomorrow, because I'm suddenly hit with the inexplicable inspiration to work out.

[leetle]

Motorbikes. [The word is foreign and weird in her mouth, but she'll ask for an explanation later. For now, she's gripping his forearm with an iron grip and giving him a playful shake.]

No! You don't need it! You're perfect just like this!

[halforc]

Unfortunately I do, otherwise someone else will have to get strong enough to pick up the Star Razor and I don't see Yasha anywhere.

[ He slips his hand into hers, giving a tug. ]

You know, I'm suddenly fucking famished. Let's go get something to eat? Dick around the house, see what everyone's up to? [ That's what he yearns for, the warmth of a home and good company, people he loves. And comfort food. It feels like he can enjoy those things, now. ] He won't admit it, but Essek really likes being bothered when he's busy.

[leetle]

I can pick up the Star Razor, helloooo!

[Up she goes, tired but bolstered enough by the change in mood to laugh.]

Yeah, that sounds perfect. Oh! We could eat the cake you got me! I almost stepped on it, you know.

[halforc]

Then I guess it defaults to be yours.

[ His hand remains in hers as he starts up the beach, pretending to drag her along but just enjoying the simple touch for what it is. New to him, anyway. ]

I wish you had, that thing is ninety-percent sugar. We'll be bouncing off the walls with our rotten teeth by evening ...

[ All the way home, the tone is set. ]