bladeascent | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[Ras is very warm. It's nice. He's glad he "bought" a new jacket while he was there; he's wearing both of them now, the newer one over his shoulders like a cape and the old one as usual.]

They're gonna get tired of seeing me at this point. [Yeah, so stop getting fucked up by things!] ...by the way, I got you a gift before the city went rotty. Do you want it now?

...A gift? You did not have to do that.

[ Is it... still not rotten? Fascinating. ]

If you would like. If your hands are cold, however, I would prefer to just hold onto them until they warm up. [ Gay. ]

[It did not rot. Turns out there was a mod ruling... anyway—

Vildred has that dumb fucking smile on his face again.]

My hands are cold, but I need them to give you what I got you. Hold on.

[He has a bag with him, he did pack for the trip after all even if it was very sparse, and so he digs around and produces...

A. Coat? With a hood and little fur ears on the top? It looks like it'll be easy to have unbuttoned for the Chest Rock Safety, too, and Vildred quickly undoes the buttons and throws it over Ras' shoulders before pulling the hood up over his head.

...............

C...cute...]

I know you don't need coats, but I figured it would be good for the winter. Someone told me it gets pretty frigid, even when you're not on top of a mountain. ...what do you think?

[ Ras blinks dumbly at Vildred as the coat is placed on him. He doesn't move, and simply allows this to happen. Only when he's finished does he look at it properly. It's very white, but fuzzy. It reminds him a bit of Arky... He does miss his Guardian friend dearly.

...

Ras thinks for a moment, then grabs a couple of the leaves that Vildred picked from his hair back up and brushes them across his own cheeks for a moment, then reaches them over to do the same to Vildred's. ]

I feel like this, I think.

[Vildred has... no earthly fucking clue what that means, but the way the leaves tickle against his cheeks make him snort-laugh.]

And what's that mean, exactly? That it's tickling you?

"Ticklish"? No, I... Ain told me that was the feeling of happiness. And I think that's what I'm feeling?

[ Realistically, Vildred could've given him literally anything. A coat, some jewelry, a rock, some paper - he would've been happy with any of it, even if some of those things he doesn't care for. But it isn't the gift that makes him happy, it's the thought that Vildred is thinking of him... ]

Is that was tickling does?

[Oh... ohhh. Oh. That's... really sweet, actually...? This is how he's learning his emotions, huh? Through physical sensations like this? Vildred is just glad he's figuring it out, honestly.]

That makes a lot more sense. I'm glad you like it. I thought of you when I saw it.

[He laughs again, gently taking one of the leaves from Ras' hands and brushing over Ras' cheeks with it. Tickle tickle!]

Tickling can make some people laugh. I'm pretty ticklish. Other people don't like it because it doesn't feel good to them. Those people probably wouldn't describe happiness as "tickling" them.

I see. Is it because I wear white clothes? I suppose you and I contrast in that regard...

[ He just sort of leans into Vildred's hand when he brushes the leaf over him, clearly not understanding the assignment. ]

...How complex. [ Humans have so much going on! Ras is not complaining, of course. It's their complexity that he finds fascinating. But... he just doesn't understand it all that well yet. ] I think... for me, happiness is... when you smile? [ That is to say, he's happy when Vildred is happy, but Vildred is welcome to interpret this however his homophobic mind wants to- ]

[Vildred's homophobic brain interprets this in the most oblivious way possible, with a bright smile and a—]

Thanks, Ras. I'm happy when you smile too.

[He's going to have to get over himself eventually. For now, the leaf gets discarded to the cavern floor.]

The happiest I've been in a while is knowing you escaped that place, though. Honestly, if you didn't make it up to the peak, I would've charged back into that place looking for you.

…I am hardly surprised to hear, but I do hope you would not put yourself in harm’s way for my sake. [ Ah, Vildred. There’s only one thing Ras wants changed about him. Bc it’s this. ] Besides, I promise not to leave you be if I can help it. For now, you don’t have to worry about that. Are you warm enough?

I could be warmer, I suppose, but I'll live. That's what the two jackets are for.

[...but they were holding hands earlier, so Vildred sticks his hands out for Ras knowingly. Already whipped... sigh.]

[ Great! He's going to hold Vildred's hands sandwiched between his own and hold them close to his chest like ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ ]

H-hey, is it okay for my hands to be that close to the stone in your chest? What if I break something?

[As if he ever Would.]

You do not mistake me for being made of glass, do you?

[ Local rock offended! (Not really) ]

If I was not confident about this, I would not be doing it. Do not fret, Vildred.

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