#ft. js

"always a first time for everything, huh?" a ( mutant ) cat stuck up in a semi-holographic tree isn't something that they're prepared to deal with. is anyone? "how good are you at hovering?"

"you look cold. are you sure you don't want a ride?"

"hey, so i was wondering..." they trail off, hand resting at the nape of their neck. "me and sunny were talking—actually, i talked a bit with deacon, too—but that's not important—but—" cutting off again, he shakes his head and sighs. "can you tell how tired i am?" and a little bit nervous. ever since that one night. not uncomfortable, never uncomfortable, but nervous. "we were thinking of planning a party. do you want to come... with me?"

"hey, deacon." he knocks gently at the cracked door. "it's deacon right now, right? are you busy?"

"watch out below! i'm coming in hot!"

"it's alright! i've got you!" she's not a particularly heavy citizen, although distress is worth double as far as difficulty is concerned. "i promise everything is going to be okay. your dress is—i mean, it's not..." okay, the tear is pretty bad. "i'm sure it can be fixed..?"

"are you alright?" maybe having a gigantic, lumbering reptile standing over you isn't the most comforting in a crisis, but they mean well. "you took a hard hit there. can i give you a ride back to the clinic?"

"oh, hell. i'm sorry, i'm not in your way, am i? big fan..." maybe emphasis on the big part, too. at least right now!