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pbbbbltttt forever changes his design lmfao

“I’ve…never actually been to Prospit, or at least this one, but I guess it’s the same?” He mused whilst they both came to a stop before a functioning Transportaliser, some of these had clearly seen some wear and tear, others looked like they had been built from leftover scrap and could lead you to who knows where; as far as William knew, the shoddier ones had been put together once the city had begun to function as an actual city once again, refugees having reached out to Prospit in an attempt at peace, no longer needless war, and the newer, pristine looking Transportalisers were the result of that contact, a peace offering of some sort.

“Let’s go!” He chittered pulling the man forwards onto the platform, his permission was all that he needed to hear, convinced this was the best impulsive decision he’d made in a while, he punched the console to take them to their destination…holy frog this was going to be costly once he got back, but the whirring of the archaic machine caused him to set those worries aside for now, had he forgotten anything?

“Oh, by the way, I don’t know if you’re allowed to keep your ey-!” The machine cut him off mid-sentence, whatever precaution he was about to throw Matches way unheard as they were whisked towards their destination, well less whisked, it was an odd feeling to describe, almost like being glued to a Human treadmill, travelling at tremendous and unfathomable speeds as colours which flew by, too fast to process, and unable to step off even if you willed it, thrilling but uncomfortable at the same time, and certainly not for the claustrophobic…actually, agoraphobics probably wouldn’t like it either, it really did depend on how you percepted the journey.

It would be mere seconds before the two wound up at their intended destination, William still clutching his matesprits hand as he used the other rub at his eyes, yes, he was sure that he was supposed to close his eyes during that, though the sight he was presented with once he recovered was  something to be marvelled at.

Each and every which way, the station was lively with Prospitians, Trolls and even Humans! A severe lack of Dersites, though that was a given, but this? It was a wondrous hub, a marvel, something William himself wished he too could have one day, instead of the drab-looking second hand station he’d been charged with.

the most I’d do is kiss you and cover you in blankets, so

Is that all 8)

It's about time! It was getting suspicious and difficult having you over at my place all the time, and I wouldn't worry about the size, small things suit you 8P

it just…gets you high? like—yeah, it’s gonna do that, but it’s not gonna knock you out or anythin

That doesn't make a lot of sense! I don't know why I'm worrying, you're not going to do anything to me, I'll be fine, of course, definitely.

it’s a plant that you smoke, so it’s. kinda similar to tobacco in a way? that’s a lot’a thinkin for right now though I guess it depends on how you think of it cause it does get you high but at the same time it’s just a leaf

No no that makes sense I guess? I'm not uncomfortable it's just...

Hrm.

I do like plants after all...

Um, when you say it gets you high, what does it do exactly?

it’s a weed thing and trust me I’m already givin myself a refresher on that shit

Isn't, um, isn't it a drug?

You never did explain the whole 420 thing to me properly.

The mayor’s eccentricities did not bother him, though the faint scent of blood was slightly worrisome. Hopefully they would let him know if there was any trouble to handled, but it wasn’t his place to pry either way.

"Is there anything I can get you? I wasn’t expecting the visit, so I don’t have anything put aside at the moment, but I am sure the kitchen can accommodate any requests in a relatively short period of time."

Hmm, his hand weren’t as steady as they normally were, odd.

Dismissing his observation, he finally spoke up, pleased with Gar’s treatment of the Prospitians his voice would ring clear with a tone of elation, or at least, he assumed it would, but his words were still shaky given the unfortunate turn of events earlier; no stutters, no hesitation, just clicks he himself had no idea were present.

“Well, we’re here to sample your fantastic new facilities of course! Primarily the ones which are supposed to deal with stress-relief, given that we actually aren’t familiar with Sauna’s and the like.”

He looked his assistant over again, just how many times in one day was he going to do so? Refreshments may be essential for the man, he was large after all, and if a small Dersite such as himself had such a large appetite, it would only make sense for the huge Prospitian to have a much larger diet than his own, he’d do what he could about that, maybe he should arrange for someone to prepare large meals for him specifically during lunch hours, he deserved it after all.

Since the Mayor is considered an esteemed guest, security isn’t involved at all, instead Gar makes his way down to the front desk nodding politely to regulars and staff members as he passes them.

"Mr. Vallier, good day to you and your guest, welcome back to our humble establishment. How can I be of service?”

Clearing his throat he threw the standard greeting he would to any of his formal associates or business partners, locking gazes and straightening his back despite his somewhat ruffled and blotched appearance.

“Good evening Mr. Locai, it’s a pleasure to see you again!” He moved forwards in order to shake the Troll’s hand, likely silly since it would allow him a close-up look of his state, but perhaps his attitude could divert that.

“I was wondering if me and my assistant here would be allowed to indulge in some of your newer facilities, er, if I’m not too hasty on the unexpected visit of course. I should probably have notified you beforehand, um, well it’s much too late now.”

He found himself slowly backing off and ending at the side of his assistant once more the more he’d rambled, that looked natural, didn’t it? Of course it did, yes.

“Is there somewhere we could chat about the Prospitians and the expansions? Privately and preferably comfortable, and, er, accommodating.” He murmured off to the side, hoping the King hadn’t heard that; Gar was resourceful, of course he’d have somewhere large for the King to sit, if not, he’d probably have it installed within the month.

Especially since she couldn’t babysit him for the unknown period of time until the curse wore off. Not only because she had to patrol, but there was the desire to see her matesprit as well. It *was* the Mayor though…so she couldn’t leave him either.

"But. We could go for a drive, if you think that will help?"

Supposedly, driving could be a calming thing. That didn’t really work for her, but then she normally didn’t drive very calmly. She…probably could though, if it were the Mayor who needed it. The trouble was figuring out where they might go.

If he declined, what then? Ear…things…EAR THINGS.

"I could get you ear things. Sound quieters. The ones they use by construction."

“I’m not walking around with ear muffs, Frog no, I’d look atrocious! I’m not sure if I can use ear buds either, lack of ears and squishy-fleshy fingers makes it difficult to get things out of your ear canal.” He said whilst turning to flex his near-textureless, Carapaced fingers in her direction.

“I think the drive is a good idea! The loud hum of a vehicle should do nicely, very easy to focus on, and it might be thrilling speeding around in a car, not knowing where you’re going…let’s do that! I’ll get my jacket.”

He strode, or rather felt and manoeuvred his way out of the bathroom, not excited per se, but eager to get out of his damned apartment and actually do something. Of course there would be plenty of sounds, but he had the expert of senses with him, didn’t he? He’d be fine in Porosi’s care he summed up as he wandered his living room, aimlessly searching for a coat he hadn’t a clue where could be found.

He’d seen many of the confections and baked goods before, having picked out a few for his Moirail from time to time, even if he had to custom order them in spider-form to make it an appropriate gift. Conversationally, he is polite and attentive without prying or asking too many questions, a little more relaxed than he would be with Carapacian royalty but only because it seemed to cause trouble if he was too formal.

However much is piled on, it doesn’t seem to bother him in the least, except when he has to adjust how he is holding the bags so that they do not topple over. All the balance and strength in the world does not help you if the bags collapse. Not for the first time, he wishes they were allowed to use sylladexes here.

It was fortunate he’d been raised on an omnivore diet, in all senses of the word, eating as much Human food as Carapacian and Alternian. He had the feeling this amount of sugary desserts would be problematic if he had a more traditional diet.

“…yes, the bags.”

Maybe he was emotionally distant? Perhaps something to do with his caste? No no, his caste was typically violent, wasn’t it? He frowned in the doorway as he found himself musing over Gar’s odd personality as per usual.

“I’m not under strain though…”

Continuing to spout nonsensical responses to Gar’s words, he decided it best to just assume the man was very emotionally stable…he really should ask why Gar was so distant from the common Troll archetype at some point, but how would he bring that up? ‘Gar, you’re strange. Why?’ It was a little rude.

“Um, do you want to continue business in a digital manner? If I’m at the office whilst we correspond in regards to expansion, it’s going to be a lot more efficient!” He blurted, blinking up at Gar with a hasty smile, it wasn’t often he entered his odd stupors in public, but when presented with such a perplexing Troll, it was probably only natural.

"I’ve brought you presents Will, so yes, I may have come for you despite the storm." He announced, his foot moving him forward with the push. He took off his coat on the insistence and was already halfway to taking his shoes off before Will said anything. Getting undressed, he was careful not to shake his clothing in fear of spreading the sand anywhere besides the front of the door. He wondered what Will would do with them as he dropped everything to the floor, left with the goggles pushed into his sweet strawberry blonde hair, strands sticking all over the place. The bag covered his chest and light blue button up, his dark slacks marginally clean of sand than the rest of him. As he pulled off his gloves he figured he’d take his socks too. He figured it would track less if he did and as he bent over to do so, he tapped the bag against himself.

“You…what? What do you mean you got ‘covers’ for them? You didn’t spill something on them did you? Please tell me you didn’t!”

He had no copies, if those were ruined, then that was it, he hadn’t a clue what Abel meant by ‘covers’, assuming he meant protective covers for some reason or another, why would he do that if he hadn’t damaged them? Instead of fretting unnecessarily he made his way over to the living room, beckoning Abel with a frown. He’d have asked him if he wanted a drink with him just exiting the sand storm, but that could…wait.

Seating himself on the sofa, instead of asking to see the state of them, he hoped for the best, as fond as he was of his writing, he’d much rather hear Abel’s opinion, rather than dwell on what might be lost, or damaged forever.

“Matches…?” He chimed quizzically, hearing him shift to stand, but William stopped him, a hand grabbing at his shoulder as he even heard the subtle rubbing of a jaw; he knelt forwards on the couch, one of his own hands sliding up to rub at the hand, the knuckles of his other gently angling his head to William’s, not quite as difficult, and much less eye-pokey than he’d assumed before he dove in to lay a kiss square on his lips, deep and forceful, craving for contact he’d been absent of for weeks, but brief as he pulled away somewhat awkwardly.

It will be nice to see a friendl-

Well.

I noticed the stream of confusing notes in relation to that, but I was unsure if contacting you would actually prove worth the time or not, seeing as you were blind and would have been unable to read them. I was under the impression that the Commissioner was attending to you after she and I spoke about it. Was this not the case?

[pvt] I don't think the Commissioner likes me very much though, she has a lot of fun with everyone else.

Maybe I'm a bit of a spoil-sport to her...

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