#ic.ask

send 'calm down, you are safe' for my muse's reaction. | Accepting!

Damn it. He probably looked like a fool - rushing out of the area in a panic like that. It didn't help that he had been surrounded by a crowd, which he was also not used to. He was used to being an outcast. He was used to having stones and trash thrown at him. Having people speak badly towards him. Hell he's used to having people threaten his life or being in danger in general. He's not used to the positive attention he's been getting as of late, no matter how much he craved it. What a contradiction he was.

They were coming to congratulate him, raising their hands to give him a high five or to put their hand on his head or shoulders. But all he had seen was someone raising their hand to hit or throw something at him. With the adrenaline from the previous fight still in his system - he ran.

"Mhm." He acknowledged Naotora's presence and words, but still kept his head down as he ran a hand through his hair. He was shaking, he realized a moment later. He grasps his hands together, as if trying to force himself to stop shaking. After a few moments of standing in silence, he leans forward, his head resting on Naotora's armor.

the fiendish goose considers the man’s offer. with dark, soulless eyes, it stares at the banana man, head tilted as it ponders its heart’s desire, what it wants from the world. eventually, a conclusion is drawn, one that does bring the goose peace of mind, one that it can achieve, one right in front of it.

honk…

it honks softly and steps closer towards the banana man, as yes, it does want him… or, well, more accurately, it wants his phone. deft beak expertly reaches for the phone only slightly hidden by clothes. it holds the phone tightly and runs, wings extended, honks joyful and proud.

“HONK?!”

who would be horrible enough to run into the flower shop, knock over the flower pots just to steal a flower?

oh, the goose always had that flower. really. no lie.

it’s running away because it has a date with another pretty goose who it must give the flower to. 

“chocolates?” fushi repeated the unfamiliar word with a tilt of their head. if they were good though, why did haku not enjoy them? but wait... another statement suddenly caught fushi’s attention much more. “wait, haku, you can see spirits too?!”

(this is late so let's pretend it's the 14th no?)

fushi was aware of the concept of presents. they knew that it was something you gifted others on special occations, such as “birthdays”. they had never really got a present themself though, so the black box adorning the doorstep as they had prepared to leave carried with it no such association within the entity. after all they had never celebrated their “day of birth” as they weren’t ever really born, simply created. initially without a conscience and a sense of time, naturally it had no inkling whatsoever as to when that may be either. through books they had learned of the passing of time and was capable of giving themself an approximate age, but even that could never truly be specific unless they were to ask their creator. in the end it didn’t matter. whether fifty years passed or three hundred it was all the same in the end. they could simply “reset” their form and start anew.

thus the black box inspired curiosity. they could not imagine any occasion for which they would be granted a present so presumably there had been some kind of mistake. nevertheless they opened the accompanying card that did not help to clear up the situation at all. what was a valentine? why was it happy?

domesticated? who are you, tiny big head man, to call the goose domesticated? it is far from it!! 

…though, unwittingly, in its desire to chase the tiny big head man, it is going towards him… like how something domesticated, nay, tamed would.

honk! honk!

the goose honks for more strawberries.