♞ 1.

[sullenstallion]

Name: dylas
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice

Hey.

[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]

I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?

I’m asking for my friend.

[He’s not asking for a friend.]

[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]

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voice;

[wylderrant]

They haven't hurt.

[ Hello, friend. ]

Not yet, anyway.

voice;

[sullenstallion]

Hey.

Have your ears gotten any fatter and furrier yet?

[wylderrant]

About the same, honestly. Nothing new!

[sullenstallion]

Damn. I was hoping for some good news on that front, I won't lie.

[wylderrant]

You want me to be in pain? I'm wounded!

Emotionally, of course.

[sullenstallion]

[He doesn't hate her enough to want to see her in pain.]

...hngh.

[That's it. That's his answer. A grunt.]

I guess if you were in a lot of pain, it'd be difficult for me to tell you how much you annoy me. So that's a good thing.

[wylderrant]

Ah, I'm glad you don't hate me that much.

[ She's taking that as an admission. ]

We should chat again! Get tea or something.

[sullenstallion]

I'd love that.

We can get tea at the same time in different restaurants on opposite ends of the town.

[That's a big no, but look at him. He thinks he's funny.]

[wylderrant]

Psh. You're no fun whatsoever. So avoidant! We had a lovely time when we first met and I'm sorry you seem so hesitant to get together again.

[sullenstallion]

You know, you're right. Maybe I'm being too hard on you.

I'll tell you this instead. If everyone in the city vanishes and you're the only one left, I'll have tea with you.

[Despite his rudeness, his tone suggests he's not entirely unhappy to have someone to bicker with. This is just how he is.]

[wylderrant]

Is that a promise...?

[ Hmm. How could she make that happen... ]

[sullenstallion]

Meh.

50/50.

[It's not even a full promise!!!]

[wylderrant]

Oh, come now, you have to at least be serious about making your promises.

[sullenstallion]

And ruin the surprise? I don't think that'd be fun at all for you. You love when I'm difficult.

[wylderrant]

And what do you love?

[sullenstallion]

Fishing. Unequivocally. Did you forget that already?

[wylderrant]

No, no. I'm just making sure there's nothing else.

[sullenstallion]

There's nothing better than fishing.

[wylderrant]

Fair enough! We all have something like that!

[sullenstallion]

You better not ruin fishing for me by telling me you're a fan, too.

[wylderrant]

I wouldn't dream of it.

[sullenstallion]

You better mean it! You're not allowed.

[wylderrant]

You've my solemn word.

[sullenstallion]

Good.

...Good.

So? What is it that you love?

[wylderrant]

It's hard to put a name to, honestly.