Counting Stars

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Sheeps
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Night Post Game 77 / Morning Day 78

[DID YOU GUYS HAVE A FUN GAME? ARE YOU FUCKED UP? WELL GET IT TOGETHER

or not, maybe you just need to sleep. have some sweet dreams. This can be a dream mingle or a reality mingle, I'm not the boss of yall]

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[leonheartedly]

[he reaches over to clasp him on the shoulder]

I know.

[survivaltricks]

[drops a hand on top of Tyr's, giving it a tight squeeze]

. . . thanks. For believing in me.

[leonheartedly]

[he smiles a little]

No one ever stopped.

1/2

[survivaltricks]

[ugh ugh UGH he's having a FEELING]

[DEEP BREATH IN, SLOW BREATH OUT]

[survivaltricks]

As payment for making me experience emotions, you owe me a "welcome back" present.

[leonheartedly]

[he huffs out a laugh]

Oh no, not emotions. What kind of present?

[survivaltricks]

If I tell you what kind of present to get me it totally ruins the surprise, doesn't it?

[leonheartedly]

[hmmm, thinkin' about this]

Then I'll just have to figure out something good.

[survivaltricks]

[TIME TO GET GOOD, TYR]

My expectations are super high. Just so you know.

[they are not he's just being a tease]

[leonheartedly]

I expect no less. I'll try to deliver.

[he's going to get something really good :(]

[survivaltricks]

[Lupin is going to be SO EMBARRASSED because he will not be expecting it??]

Enough business. Tell me more about you-- how have you fared in the ten or so days I've been gone?

[is he still sad about Crois :(]

[leonheartedly]

[must spoil all of his kids]

Me? I'm fine . . . it's been pretty calm.

. . . oh, uh - if someone from Clover jumps me, don't worry about it, that's normal.

[he can see him in dreams, he is significantly less sad :(]

[survivaltricks]

Don't worry. I heard.

[AMUSED]

Hannya, right? I told him to pick fights with me, too.

Can't let you and Acheron have all the fun.

[leonheartedly]

Already? Damn, that old man's fast.

[his lips twitch]

I'm not telling you anything else about it so you can experience it the same way.

[also assuming they are at Thistle now, opening the door so they can go in]

[survivaltricks]

[WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, TYR. . . well, either way, those thoughts are washed away the moment they step back into the barn as Lupin takes in a deep, pleased inhale]

. . . smells like home.

[leonheartedly]

[IT MEANS FUN FOR YOU AND ENTERTAINMENT FOR ME don't worry about it.

He smiles at that, ruffling his hair and moving further into the barn]

Is that what that smell is? [not meant as a "they stink" joke either]

[survivaltricks]

[ducking his head, allowing for the ruffle as they all further move inside]

Smells like everyone here hasn't showered in two days.

[he DOES mean it as a "they stink" joke]

[leonheartedly]

Oh, that smell. It's been like that since I got here, no getting rid of it.

[stinky teenaged boys]

[survivaltricks]

[STINKY TEENAGED BOYS]

I think you added to it. Made it worse.

[leonheartedly]

I did no such thing.

[survivaltricks]

[SOLEMNLY]

Nobody ever wants to admit they need a shower.

[leonheartedly]

I think my feelings are hurt.

[deadpanned] Especially with that coming from someone who stinks right now.

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[ducks his head. . . and sniffs his armpit]

Ugh.

. . . yeah. I'm going, I'm going.

[leonheartedly]

[a puff of laughter]

Come find me when you're done.

[survivaltricks]

[hand waves! and then he vanishes into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up]