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orange you glad we met? ✨🤗🍊😄✨

🧙 WHO: Sasara 🎋and YOU (to the tune of Survival of the Illest) 💫
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all 🎣
🕒 WHEN: February...... + read down below for further details 📚
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts 📌
⚠️ WARNINGS: n/a

Unfortunately, just after app-ing into Avalon January saw me getting pretty sick and missing a lot of fun stuff here. I was on hiatus for that, if you saw, and yes I'm doing fine no worries. ✨
As for RP, I'm open to backlogging on particular events and quests if anyone would like, otherwise I'll also put a post up for handwaving stuff—since I feel like that's necessary and maybe even easier for certain things.
I'm happy to be back and lean into it, finally, so feel free to join in on this post❣️

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[ It can’t be called a gentle pour, even in the first few hours when that storm has already brewed up, is bubbling. Sasara can’t tell what part about it’s the one that always gets in his head. The sound, a rush of wind and the rain drops hitting the window, or the clouds darkening up the entire sky, gray and heavy? Ah… maybe he’s never liked it, maybe it’s just a memory from back when he was a kid.

That’s the thought he always ends up at and where he decides to not take a step further than. Arms under his head, Sasara lays on the bed, turning his head to the window once in a while just to see how cloudy it is up there. Nothing to be done about it, other than waiting for it to pass, that’s the only thought his mind circles—although, what if it could be done away with one of those magics? Not even that one lasts to distract him.

Rosho's on his mind; he went out before that sorta weather hit, no? At any kind of noise on the other side of the door, Sasara sits up. ]

[ After a long while, finally, the noise on the other end of the door comes from the twisting of the knob as it's opened, and in rushes Rosho. He's soaked wet from head to toe, hair slicked back, clothes clinging to him and hastily dripping a puddle in front of the doorway. His glasses are temporarily gone, tucked safely away in his jacket pocket. Once the hail had started to fall in large dangerous clumps he figured putting them away would be the safest thing to do to avoid damage. It's as he's toeing off his shoes that he sees Sasara's figure on the bed, and it's hard to tell if the heavy sigh he lets out is relief or disappointment. ]

You're here? I sent a message but there was no answer, I started thinking ya got caught up in the storm. It's terrible outside! [ He's not sure why Sasara wouldn't let him know he was safe at the inn, but if he's here, that's better than him being stuck out in the nasty weather outside. ]

[ As if he's jumped up too many times before without it being his partner at the door, he stays put now. It's an awkward distance, though, not where the sight of it puts him, looking at Rosho, drenched, his glasses off, that look on his face even more serious and severe than usual. ]

A-ah, my bad... [ Sasara looks away, down right next to him where the phone is on the bed. Picking it up now there's the unread text on the screen; he hadn't noticed it at all. "It's terrible–" Terrible... it'd been terrible, standing there, not saying a single word. At that, Sasara suddenly gets up. ]

Hold on! I'll get you a towel, some dry clothes too...! [ From the cupboard his partner is closer to, right next to the door, but it's... It's not the same, yeah? ]

[ There's another disgruntled exhale but Rosho doesn't feel like turning this into an argument, instead focusing on shrugging out of his damp jacket. He's already starting to shiver a little. ]

I really wanna take a bath. I'm freezing and I'm tired.

[ As he watches Sasara get up to retrieve some things, he looks down and notices the large damp spot underneath him, and his irritation finally fades away into dejection at the sheer mess he's in. He's go no right to bicker with Sasara or scold him about anything when he's being such an inconvenience right now. ]

I'm making a puddle. The carpet's gonna be soaked... [ What is he going to do about his wet clothes, or the wet carpet? They'll have to use up more towels, it isn't like they have anything to clean all this up. They don't have anything to do laundry. Would the inn even have something to take care of the carpet?

Rosho looks at Sasara, dejected, face pale as water droplets cling to his face and his wet hair continues to drip on his neck and shoulders. God, he feels miserable now. ]

I'm sorry, Sasara.

Eh? [ This change of pace... it troubles him more than if Rosho went on to chew him out for not texting back, or bringing the shelter of an umbrella, anything of the sort. Why does he have a look like he's saying something else entirely?

Like he's talking about something Sasara decided to push long and far away, when they reunited. He doesn't quite look up, taking the wet jacket in exchange for one of the towels. ]

What're you saying, Rosho?

[ That he's sorry... Sasara can't help but acknowledge the heavy feeling in his gut, lets himself notice what's there only to know what he forces back even further. What's his partner to be sorry for? They've done away with that day, like it never happened, they're back together again.

Sasara shakes his head and it suits his answer just so. ] It's just a little rain.

[ Unaware of those dark thoughts of the past lingering in Sasara's mind, Rosho just carries on with his moping about as he dries his face and runs the towel over his hair. He wants to drop the towel onto the floor to help manage with the puddle but odds are it won't do much good. ]

"A little". It's real bad out there! And it's not just rain, ya know? There's wind and even hail.

[ Draping the towel over his shoulders, Rosho reaches into the coat for a quick moment, pulling something out of the pocket. There in his hands are the glasses Sasara gave him, lenses smeared wet. ]

The hail was average at first but then these huge chunks of ice started falling more and more. I had to take them off so they wouldn't break.

[ Rosho turns them over this way and that, checking to make sure there's no damage, and thankfully everything appears okay. The frame is okay, no cracks in the lenses, and even the chain is intact. Rosho gives a quiet sigh of relief. ]

Thank goodness they're okay.

[ Sasara has another towel in hand to start mopping up. He drops it, crouches down to lay and pat it on the wet spots. They oughta get a real place for real, with a proper entry way. While Rosho goes on to explain the rapid change of weather he looks back up. ]

Ah, ya know, I just meant— [ Just to see his partner take out that pair of glasses. Relief washes over Sasara in some unexpected manner, like the sudden downpour that hit outside. Whatever else he was about to say, his mind's totally changed, pushing away from it with an easy smile. ] It's fine, ya see?

[ He tells Rosho, standing back up, letting his gaze jump from the frames to his partner's face again. The towel left on the floor, it's almost like a gust of wind came between the clouds over Sasara's head.

~~What made them crowd up there in the first place?~~ ]

Just take all that off, I'll go run a bath!

[ It's strange, how anyone else could say something like that and Rosho wouldn't question it. However it's Sasara, blindingly optimistic, cheerful, hopeless. When he says something he means it. When he says anything, he doesn't hold himself back.

That he would cut himself off before finishing a sentence.

Is it fine, though? ]

Thanks...

[ He doesn't mention anything about how he doesn't want to just undress right there in front of the doorway, he should do it in the bathroom, that he can run the water on his own.

"It's fine, ya see?"

Sasara hasn't made a single joke since he came back home. He hasn't made light of the weather, at all, hasn't poked fun of his drenched appearance. Raining cats and dogs. Like a drowned rat, squeaking its way in.

Why not? ]

Did something happen while I was gone?

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