He's been watching Firion from afar for quite awhile. Creeping up a few feet behind him, Leonhart makes a mad dash immediately and slams right into Firion, sending him falling face first into the grass. "Firion!" The knight exclaims as he falls on his knees beside the fallen silver-haired rebel, a smirk playing on his features, "That's what they call a YEET!" (( KNDKJFNG (1) F FOR FIRI IN THE CHAT ))
Of course, count on Leon to treat him this way, and by this way he means bulldozing him into the fucking ground like the asshole he is. This action earned Leon a startled yelp of surprise and a groan of pain when Firion lands. But his faceā¦
āYouāve got till 5, Leonā¦ before I yeet your ass into the grassā¦ā
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āIām glad youāre home. Iāve missed you.ā Itās likely that Leon hadnāt showered since getting back, but Balthier didnāt care. It only enhanced the smell that he had grown used to- a smell he loved. Balthierās eyes flutter shut when he feels the man against him- but donāt think he doesnāt feel that hand slipping for his rear, dark knight!
It just brings a smirk to his lips.
Resting his chin on Leonās chest, the pirate looks up at him and raises an eyebrow. āYou reek,ā he chuckles, poking a little fun. āHave you had a bath yet?ā Perhaps getting him in one would ease the aching he probably felt in his body. He saw it in Leonās eyes and, even if he didnāt, he knew the warrior well enough to guess that he was doing stupid things and pushing himself past his limits.
āMaybe I should draw us both a bath, hm? Bubble bath maybe? With light from a few candles? How does that sound?ā He must be aching terribly so and, while Balthier was exhausted himself from having to care for the family most of the day, a bath sounded like heaven.
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The White Blanket was a very interesting specimen. He was a alien lifeform, based off alien energy, alien chemicals, yet he was able to comunicate with people just as well as anything else would. Yet, despite the floating blanketās competency, he was kept in a cylindrical tube.Ā
It certainly wasnāt spacious, but the wizard wasnāt claustrophobic, and at times he was let out because he was a non-violent entity. Though some expressed their explicit desire to keep him locked up in a tube due to his uncanny human face and frightening dental features, his unwillingness to hurt cemented him well in the majority of the baseās staffās opinions.
Which is why he was allowed simple treats and things to keep him calm. Despite the white blanketās tendency to sleep through entire days, heād often be extraordinarily nervous due his captured state. Yes, he was polite enough, but he never showed that much calm outside of sleep.
The only way to seemingly keep hisĀ āheartrateā down was to keep him around people, let him out, or give him peanut butter. There was more time for the last option, of course, and being a government facility, they could get as much as needed from local suppliers or from big companies.
Blanket could not swallow food, only enjoy the taste. Seeing as peanut butter stayed in oneās mouth for elongated periods of time, and how the blanketās spit was completely unacidic (unlike humans), this would leave globs of peanut butter coating the creatureās throat, mouth, and teeth. Much to his audible displeasure, of course.
Yet, here he was again. Eating it.
The people watching him knew his plight to be a most human one. The one where something is good for a while, then itād get bad the more and more it was kept around.
