#ferinwillowgrass

Kee watched Ferin and Kaman as they played their fighting games, though he was definitely more partial to keeping his eyes on the green-haired one. An ear was kept tilted in his direction as well, listening to every tiny grunt and strained noise the aurin emitted while he tapped away at his controller. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for Kaman to buzz off and give him a moment alone with his delightfully colorful friend, what he wouldn’t give.

“Yes.” he deadpanned, wasting no more time as he began to strip his clothes off. This turn of events came as a surprise to no one. 

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall (possibly) in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

Tribbles tried to randomize the plots she went to, but this was the fourth time she'd arrived at this plot in the same month. She was starting to think Protostar was altering the randomization... either that or she kept hitting the "last plot visited" option. She was tempted to hop to the next random plot, but felt the urge to check on the owner of this plot. He was incapacitated last time...She balanced the pans in one arm, double checking her mask as she approached. Confident it was secure, she chirped as she paused at the door. It was closed, but when she hesitantly tested it, it swung open easily. She crossed the threshhold, easing her way into the kitchen to deposit the pans."Hey!" The pans clattered to the countertop as her head jerked up guiltily to see a green haired aurin watching her. He hobbled forward as she began to retreat back to the door. "So you're the one that's been leaving food?" She turned, springing to make a mad dash for the door before he shouted again. "Hey! Don't leave! Stay, chat with me. You have to want to talk, right?" Her pause was enough to make his voice lower into a soothing coax. "Yeah, you want to talk. Come on, come in here and sit. I won't bite." She turned to see him motioning her to come nearer and she couldn't help smile."I'm not a wild daggun...""You're certainly skittish like one." He grinned, flopping back onto the couch and propping up his leg. "I'm just glad you didn't decide to make a break for it. I can't exactly follow you! So what's your name?""It's not... not that important." She murmured shyly, tucking a wild strand of her red hair behind her ear."I asked, it's important to me." He crossed his arms, looking at her sternly. "I'd like a name to go with the excellent food. Mine's Ferin.""Tribbles." She hadn't taken a seat yet, but she shifted on her feet and burst into a smile. "You liked the casserole and yellowbells? Do you want some that I just brought?""Nah, I'll get some later." Her perky demeanour deflated and he patted the seat beside himself. "Come sit. So why do you do it?""Pardon?" She looked startled at the question, stepping closer to the couch. "I... I just never thought of not doing it. Everyone needs a bright spot in their day, you know?" He frowned, seeming intent on asking another question. "Do you want to dance?" She asked suddenly, an impish grin on her face as she offered her hand."What?" There was no music and it was an obvious ploy to get out of answering questions. She bent, taking his hands in hers as she pulled him up, taking care not to bump his leg."Lean on me when you're not strong." She whispered, putting his arms around her waist as she put her arms on his shoulders, shuffling her feet in a wobbly cadence as her tail lazily drifted back and forth.

Tribbles donned the black mask, smoothing the soft fabric over her eyes with a pleased chirp. It wasn't black paint, but it felt familiar. How many times had she covered her face to deliver care packages now? She had lost count. If people believed her a thief, then why not don their mask as well? She had her reasons for remaining unknown.The skyplot name was familiar; she had been here before. She balanced the casserole on top of the pan of yellowbells, stealthily making her way across the lawn. She had planned to leave the pans on the stoop as she so often did, but the door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of her, a soft chirp accompanying the creak as it eased open.The light was low and she tilted her head in confusion. She made her way to what she thought was the kitchen, placing the pans on a counter. A snort startled her, making her tail fluff in alarm as she looked for its origin. He was passed out in the den on the couch, his datacron flashing a lively game by his side.She had been worried that she had disturbed him, but he snoozed on. She gathered a light blanket, spreading it on top of him carefully, not wanting to tangle his cast in the fabric. His ears twitched and she paused her movements, then leaned over his sleeping form. A gentle kiss graced his forehead before she retreated, leaving Ferin to his rest.

Sure enough, that night Reeder stretches his arm out underneath his pillow and feels the paper against his skin. He reaches under and pulls the photo out before he holds it in front of his face. “What the-?!” slips out of his mouth the moment he sees it. He sits up on his mattress, glaring at the opposite side of the room. “FERIN! Is this your... your SMUT?!” he snaps, his face reddening as he tosses the photograph at the floor. 

Y’judael’s biggest insecurities are in his intelligence and his charisma.  While he is a rather well-read sort of fellow, he’s not quite the standard stereotype of Sharlayan genius.  This is partially due to his (relatively) tribal upbringing in Sharlayan lands.To bounce off of that, he also doesn’t necessarily feel that he’s the most proper tribesman, having left the life behind him in search of exploration and knowledge in Eorzea (among other things).  As such, he occasionally feels guilty and regretful of the life he could’ve kept, had he not gone on his own path.And finally, Jude’s very aware that he’s not the best at making friends.  Even people he’s rather agreeable with don’t tend to get much closer than half-fond hellos.  Though he gives off the impression that such is the way he wants it, he feels high amounts of jealousy when people around him display real forms of friendship, since it’s not something he’s exceedingly familiar with.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better