#finally replies

She can't refuse such a request, not from him. No matter what may be weighing on his mind, she is there. "Of course," With Red's head resting in her lap she slowly works her fingers through his dark hair, the repetitive movements of it one she also finds calming. It isn't often she gets to do this, given how often he wears his hat.

Truth be told --- she never had hard times leaving, not even when it came to say ( temporarily ) goodbye to her family back in Ireland. She knew she was going to see them again & she could talk to them every day thanks to the awesome technology, so it was something --- new to her. That certain sting, that aching pain in her chest as Capo stared at her with such eyes, only imagining that the same emotion was resembling in hers too.  Similar to his own, her small hand got raised to brush over his warm cheek, thumb moving in circles in what was a soothing motion, or at least aimed to be.

“Hey.” Her voice a thin layer of paper, reaching him -- hopefully -- despite the several noises filling the airport. A small smile, an attempt to at least, & Eileen for a few moments pictured herself in Berlin with him, showing him around places that she already saw & finding new ones with him, creating new memories --- together. ( Oh, why did she had to go? --- But then again, she loved travelling -- just, why on her own? )

Maybe next time. Definitely next time -- for there was nothing in the world she wanted more than creating new things with him. Her new life had already started pretty much the day she met him.

“It’s just goin’ to be a bit more than one week -- hm?” Still, words were spoken out with such softness, as if cotton, her hand never leaving his face, twirling dark locks between fingers, then brushing them behind his ear. She was saying that to him --- but to herself, too -- it wasn’t easy, & it was weird to admit that it wouldn’t have been easy. But she wanted him to know, for the feeling... it really seemed to be mutual.

“I’m goin’ to miss you, though.” And just how he did it, it was whispered against his lips, delivering a small kiss that tasted, to her, like coffee & mint, those small candies that he constantly carried around. Maybe she could convince him to give her some, just to think of him as she ate them. “I’ll send you a lot of pictures, aye? An’ we’ll talk -- every night, the time is almost the same, just one hour apart...” Another small kiss that tasted, to her, like I wish you could come with me.

“I’ll be back as soon as ye can say ‘Pablo, get off the sofa’!” An attempt to chuckle again, the hint of a smile as she tilted her head, one last kiss, longer than the others --- she knew, she knew it was only going to be a week, just like that summer when she travelled to Barcelona -- & both times it seemed so hard but now, even more.

“I love you, too.” A small pause, squeezing his hand as her place got announced one last time, making her nibble her bottom lip. Time to go. “So, so much.”

Fëanaro stroked the horse's neck with a smile, admiring its beautiful coat. He always enjoyed his brother's gifts, though he was rather disappointed that he wasn't here in person.

After making sure the stallion was cared for, he headed back to his chambers. He was deep in thought as he entered, though all thoughts vanished quickly once he saw what awaited him inside.

Fëanáro blinked for a moment, and a tinge of pink spread over his cheeks. Few could do that to him now, and yet somehow Arvo always managed it. He approached the bed, taking in every detail of his brother's form.

"Well now. I thought you were away." He sat down on the bed, a hand resting on Arvo's ankle. "I was going to tell you off for not being here on such a day. But it seems you're far ahead of me."

“ Ugh….papa worked me too hard today…”

Abbie whined, rubbing her neck a little bit. Long day at work since the opening of the shop…and on top of that she had to work at the bookstore earlier that too. So needless to say she was tired and worn out…but she was on her way to her house for a good ol res-

“ Oh…” she bumped into someone’s back, yawning a little bit and groaning from the neck pain a little. She must have ran into someone. She looked up, “ ….sorry about that…wasn’t paying attention….”

“A..Abbie?” Dirk asked as soon as he heard the voice. He had felt someone bump into him, but had tried his best to keep from turning around. He didn’t want anyone to see his eyes... He always got weird looks after people saw them.... But that voice was familiar. Tho... maybe that was another reason he didn’t wanna turn around... If it WAS her... she would see his eyes...

Even then, he turned his head... Yup, that was her, alright. Crap. Oh crap. What would she think? Would she be scared....? His eyes DID look creepy...

He really hadn’t known what to say to her. He felt if he said one wrong thing he could be squished by her large ass foot. Eyed her four arms. They kinda seemed buff. Like she could punch a steel wall through. Brushing the brown lock of hair out of the way so his tan hues could get a better glimpse of Sugilite. She must’ve been 15 feet tall, maybe 10?

For the most part, he knew how Takane operated -- this was a good response, he was requited in caring for the other. But, for a reason he wasn’t certain of, he wasn’t satisfied. 

  You’re never satisfied, wishing for what you can’t have.

Shintaro blocked out the noise in his head, instead looking to Takane, whom he was sure trusted him. They were stuck together, even so ... the notion made his heart flutter a bit ( he wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t as if their situation had changed that drastically ).

He just felt a nagging in his mind, like there was something inside him he needed to set free, but he didn’t know how. 

Her complete denial of the situation was something she had grown used to since dealing with Shintarou. If it were him, she would’ve been more forceful, but she was dealing with a kid, a kid who had been through far too much for her age.