3—Romance [ Perhaps unfortunately for his friend, two males regarding each other as mates is a concept Fiver still has trouble grasping. So he thought nothing out of the ordinary of their agreeing to a little "date" out to a secluded, grassy hillside which overlooked the ocean. A blanket and picnic basket are laid out at the top of the hill, but he's ignoring both at the moment.
He favors lounging in the soft grass nearby to sitting on cloth, plucking absently at leaves and staring pensively into the sea. It's still fascinating, almost morbidly so, to see how big it is. He manages to tear his attention away from the blue expanse, of course, coming up beside his companion and holding out a small stem of flowers to him. ]
Here, [ He says simply, pleasantly. The plant isn't much to look at: a thin stem with some leaves clinging to the bottom and tiny yellow petals clustered at the top. Impressive, no; but it's a tasty flower. And. He might just enjoy showing off how good he's gotten at using these human hands. ]
2/4—Battle/Friendship [ aaaand mood whiplash ]
[ Snare. It's moving, wrapped tightly around his waist rather than his neck, pinning one of his arms to his side. And still all he can think is that the thick, rope-like vine that's dragging him into the underbrush is a metal wire that will choke the air out of him.
There are already deep scratches in it, left by his own claws in an attempt to free himself, and the energy he's expended only served to send him deeper into panic. Struggling against the strong pull, heels digging into the dirt, somehow his thoughts travel back to his home, his friend's voice coming back to him. No good biting wire... ]
Can't break it! [ His eyes are fixed, wide-eyed on the source of the vine, unable to look back to his fellow even while calling out to him. He gives a strangled yelp as he's forced to his knees and dragged further. ] Dig out the peg-- th-the creature. Go for the...
[ Words are caught up in his lungs along with shallow, uneven breath, muscles going rigid and useless as terror grips him tighter than the monster which draws him in. ]
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[ Perhaps unfortunately for his friend, two males regarding each other as mates is a concept Fiver still has trouble grasping. So he thought nothing out of the ordinary of their agreeing to a little "date" out to a secluded, grassy hillside which overlooked the ocean. A blanket and picnic basket are laid out at the top of the hill, but he's ignoring both at the moment.
He favors lounging in the soft grass nearby to sitting on cloth, plucking absently at leaves and staring pensively into the sea. It's still fascinating, almost morbidly so, to see how big it is. He manages to tear his attention away from the blue expanse, of course, coming up beside his companion and holding out a small stem of flowers to him. ]
Here, [ He says simply, pleasantly. The plant isn't much to look at: a thin stem with some leaves clinging to the bottom and tiny yellow petals clustered at the top. Impressive, no; but it's a tasty flower. And. He might just enjoy showing off how good he's gotten at using these human hands. ]
2/4—Battle/Friendship
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aaaand mood whiplash][ Snare. It's moving, wrapped tightly around his waist rather than his neck, pinning one of his arms to his side. And still all he can think is that the thick, rope-like vine that's dragging him into the underbrush is a metal wire that will choke the air out of him.
There are already deep scratches in it, left by his own claws in an attempt to free himself, and the energy he's expended only served to send him deeper into panic. Struggling against the strong pull, heels digging into the dirt, somehow his thoughts travel back to his home, his friend's voice coming back to him. No good biting wire... ]
Can't break it! [ His eyes are fixed, wide-eyed on the source of the vine, unable to look back to his fellow even while calling out to him. He gives a strangled yelp as he's forced to his knees and dragged further. ] Dig out the peg-- th-the creature. Go for the...
[ Words are caught up in his lungs along with shallow, uneven breath, muscles going rigid and useless as terror grips him tighter than the monster which draws him in. ]