Open | The Epicurians Present: The 1st of September Beach Bash!

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Who ► Leo & Anyone that wishes to join!
What ► BEACH PARTY!!
When ► September 1st
Where ► Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve
Content Warnings ► People will be drunk. Will add to if needed

[The time has come... for fun! Δ Haggard Traveler's Reprieve has been decorated with all the niceties that a beach party requires - docks for fishing, large umbrellas to hide from the sun, several tables with sets of chairs for sitting and conversing, and the most obvious addition: a massive roaring bonfire with a big cooking mesh over the top of it for barbecue cookin'!

Leo's wearing a fishing hat and aviators alongside his trademark loincloth-and-nothing-else getup for maximum dissonance. From his position on the other side of the bonfire, he waves a hand at those arriving.]

Welcome to the Beach Bash! Snacks and drinks are on the tables, bottles of sunscreen and crafting tables are under the umbrellas, and complementary fishing gear are at the docks for your convenience. Have fun, friends~

[Emperor Grunty is also here, should you wish to annoy him! He's currently laying in the sand with a reflector. What? Grunties need their sun too!]

Comments

[tablescraps]

( Oh. Right on cue, with Barrett's fingers right there, he frowns, thoughtful, brows furrowing just below and on either side of Barrett's fingers.

Ah, then he looks surprised - because he can feel more consciously how his brows furrowed with the fingers right there. )

... You're right.

( He lets his hand slowly sink from Barrett's face, falling onto his forearm - their hands about switched places from where they were a moment ago, like a mirror. )

... I don't notice things about people often. But you have a good eye.

( That's Mithrun's blindspot - a very big blindspot - where Barrett seems to have much better clarity. )

[gluttoning]

...Do I?

[A slight tilt of his head. He's never really thought about it before.]

Mn. I don't know if that's it. I don't feel like I pay close attention to anybody. I just like to remember things about the people I like.

[His fingers move to Mithrun's hairline, brushing some of the salt-encrusted hairs away from his skin.]

It makes me happy.

[tablescraps]

( Oh.

...

...

He shifts a little closer...? Not by much. Could be easy to miss as a normal repositioning, for comfort. Just - a little bit more. )

... Are you happy right now?

[gluttoning]

Yeah.

[The smile comes right back. Genuine, simple, fond. If he notices the change in distance, he says and does nothing to indicate it.]

I get to spend a little time with you before my game tomorrow. It's nice.

[tablescraps]

( He settles in where he is. He wasn't looking for anything in his shift. It was just... an echo of something Barrett said at the hot springs, about wanting to be closer - they just never followed up on that, then. He lets his hand take to the sand again, supporting some of his weight.

This doesn't feel bad. )

... Do you get nervous before games?

[gluttoning]

Mn... yeah.

[He leans a little bit into him, an unconscious acknowledgement of the shift in space. It feels nice to be together.]

This is our first game of the season. My first college game at all. Everybody's nervous.

Even if I'm second string, I still gotta be ready. But... I want to make the people who watch me feel proud. I want them to see how hard I'm working.

[His expression softens with a quiet nod to himself.]

All I can do tomorrow is play my best, listen to my coach and help my teammates. I believe in them.

[tablescraps]

( ah,

The sudden weight surprises him, and he pauses a little like a wide-eyed cat. His expression, though, is more subtle; the warmth sinks into a soft curve in the echo of his smile. )

... I can see it.

( How hard you're working, he means. Maybe not in the way Barrett means, but - he means it.

It feels natural, as they talk, how his weight shifts slight to meet Barrett's lean in turn, without him really thinking about it. )

Do something nice when you win tomorrow. ( when! you win. ) You're training and studying when you're offline, right?

( Busy bee Barrett... )

[gluttoning]

Heheh. Yael will take me to a steak dinner later if I do well.

[Food. :)]

Yeah. My training takes up a lot of time. [More time than it should. He knows he'll be pushed to rest more after the game. He knows he won't listen.] Some of my brothers are gonna be in town, though. And I'll get to see you, and some others, too.

That's a good enough reward for me.

[tablescraps]

... That doesn't sound bad.

( It doesn't. Barrett has a lot of people around him who love him. That's a good thing, Mithrun thinks - someone like him needs people around him, is his impression. )

Are you friends with Yael?

[gluttoning]

I want to be. He used to play football, too, but can't anymore.

[He still feels very bad about the whole situation... but he lets it sit and then fade. If he let himself get depressed, Yael would come kick his ass and then never speak to him again.]

He's kind of a grumpy person. But I still want to hear what he thinks of my playing.

[tablescraps]

( Hmm. Logging that piece of trivia. )

He gives good advice. ( That he probably doesn't even follow himself!!! ) He's sharp, but honest. I prefer that to someone trying to be nice about a problem.

[gluttoning]

Yeah. Sometimes tough love is better for learning things.

[He pauses, regarding Morgan for a second at his side.]

Do you want me to be tougher? To you?

[tablescraps]

... Are you honest with me?

[gluttoning]

Yeah. I try to be.

[He knows he has some things he downplays that he needs to work on, though.]

[tablescraps]

... Then that's enough for me.

( Settles a little better into where he is. )

You don't really have to be any different than who you are.

[gluttoning]

...

Thanks, Morgan.

[It's nice, to feel the weight of him. Cozy.

...

A beat, as he looks closer at the fire. He's been. Distracted.]

...What were you doing with all these fish, anyway?

[tablescraps]

( That's a nice smile. )

Eat them, most likely - just to see if they have any effect despite being placeholder fish. Normal fish, when eaten raw, restore 1 HP - cooked fish restore more.

[gluttoning]

Can you overcook them? They've been in there a while.

[Poor fish. Levi screams in despair somewhere.]

[tablescraps]

( Oh.

... Mithrun starts to reach directly to grab one of the hot fish with his hands, )

[gluttoning]

[Ah.

Gently just reaching to put his hand on his arm, shaking his head.]

Morgan. That's fire.

Do you have anything like a stick or weapon in your inventory?

[tablescraps]

( He pauses his reach. He does know it's fire, but his instinctive response was that he didn't really care about the burns, so,

But he recalls maybe he should be avoiding it. So hmm.

After a few moments he equips his stupid big broad claymore. )

... I can't spear it with this, but I can scrape it closer.

[gluttoning]

That works. You can use my weapon to spear it after, if you need it.

[His own spear is produced, pearly white and guilded with lilies.

squinting at dat metal tho]

...It has words.

[tablescraps]

( His gaze lingers on the lillies before he turns to the fish, using his claymore to scrape the fish off the bonfire - and into the sand.

He glances back at Barrett when he mentions the inscription. )

... Yes. They're things my brother has said to me, most recent to least.

( He fixes the sword upright into the sand, broad side of the sword toward Barrett so the text is visible, should Barrett feel inclined to look at it. It's apparent Mithrun doesn't regard it as a secret; he wouldn't be so forthcoming in this specific way - putting the sword on display - with most, but he doesn't mind with Barrett. )

I think I told you he doesn't talk to me anymore, right? This is just a timeline leading up to that.

[gluttoning]

[He stays quiet as his eyes travel the sword. The language towards the bottom, even the middle of the sword -- it's all familiar, all brotherly. All phrases he knows. All signs of affection and concern that he'd probably say to his own brothers.

It's as they cumulate to a tense end that he finds himself at a little of a loss.

His fingers graze near some of the more intense statements. Blaming, filled with hurt.]

...Who was she?

[This third person. This one that his brother felt so hurt about. This one that he was being blamed about killing.]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun had shown Barrett, and he understood this might become a conversation topic, and yet - when Barrett finally asks, Mithrun does not answer immediately.

He reaches his hand out for the spear so he might use it to gather the fish up. )

... Niamh. We both were in love with her. But she chose to marry my brother.

It was my fault, though. So he isn't wrong to be upset with me.