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@windriding and @igraiine ate all the gels!

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“So -- it is you who is this era’s Shepherd?” The Empyrean has seen many of those with the Shepherd’s burden in his time. This one is different, if he could place it.
❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
“It’s got nothing to do with my height--” ... wait, wrong answer-- okay, now he was just mad that he had walked right into that...
“I’m not always- sh-shut up!”
@windriding (Muse: Anima Verse: Zestiria) It was fairly early in the morning, sometime in the middle of winter. Not a lot of animals were around in the forest at these times, or at least, they weren't the easiest to track down. He had a few things he could offer in trade at town, though whether the local merchants would take them or not was another story. He had heard though, from some locals who he'd passed on the edge of the town, that a group of travelling merchants would be coming by and staying for a short while. The Sparrowfeathers, or something to that effect. His memory was usually abnormally good, but he hadn't heard the speakers too clearly. Maybe they wouldn't have heard the 'rumours' yet. About him, about what he'd supposedly done...granted, his abilities were true, so he wouldn't call those rumours. What qualified as a rumour was....anything else. The murders, especially, regardless of who had done it, always led back to him somehow. He been questioned by authorities but they had no evidence he'd done anything, especially since he hadn't even known about it until they'd brought it up with him. Locals were convinced though. The irony was, if he wanted, he could change their minds about that. He couldn't really bring himself to, though, otherwise he would become what they were accusing him of. What defence did he have then? He shook his thoughts away. The worst he'd really done was steal a few things every now and then. Usually small things, like pieces of food during times he couldn't find things to hunt, but a few times, he'd taken clothes for sale, and one time, a thick blanket, though he tried not to if he could avoid it. Still, it got cold some days, and he'd rather not die of exposure to the elements. Rain was the worst, though he had shelter for that. A bit shabby, since the deserted building had been covered and repaired by him, but it'd do. He headed to town in silence with some gathered things wrapped in a large cloth. He'd washed off recently and did what he could to not draw attention to himself, so hopefully few would pay much mind. As he entered, he looked around for unfamiliar faces who could be offering up trade.
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“You know, your hair looks quite lovely. My mother has that same color.”

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windriding replied to your post: “ i don’t cry that easily. ”
cuts an onion near ur face yes u do
casually splashes water on you.
@windriding ;; because I’m late but tickles suck
Think fast? More like panic internally at the call. Rose had a tendency, it seemed, to give the same warning for friendly fire as she did for enemy advancement, so with a declaration like that, Noctis could anticipate anything from a noogie to an actual full frontal hellion assault. His hands went up defensively- and he realized too late that it was the wrong reaction.
She ducked low, and despite his attempt to slip away from her, Rose jabbed him like she did all her victims- quickly and without room for error. With an embarrassing snort, Noctis twitched violently away from her hand, a jerking motion that seemed almost more compulsive than voluntary. His arms flew protectively to his sides; with a phase backward, he secured a solid distance between them.
His voice, when he finally spoke a moment later, was low, final as the grave. “Rose... do not. Do that.”
There was nothing he hated more than being tickled.
He's not going to say it when his intention is not like those lovey-dovey couples. Though it took a lot to muster for him to actually hand it to Rose personally rather than leave behind for her to find. It was the least he can do to show his thanks for Rose being such a wonderful partner. @gallant-assassin @windriding