5. things you didn’t say at all
Things You Said [ACCEPTING]
It's a dumb trick. He even says so.
But the little lordling with his clean, pressed shirt and bow tie a bit too large for his slender neck just stares expectantly, waiting for the 'magic' to begin.
Sighing, Jae takes out a pretty worn gil coin and places it between his ring and pinky finger. Ducking his thumb underneath his palm, he balances the old coin on the pad of his thumb and transfers it onto the top of the same hand's index finger. It's fluid and practiced (he'd never admit just how long he'd been practicing, it'd ruin the effect), the elder boy anticipating the coin's movement enough to roll it straight across his knuckles and back again.
"Easy, huh?" he laughs, flicking the coin into the air with his thumb and feeling pretty satisfied with the performance despite his earlier hesitation. Maybe it was the look of pure amazement on the rich kid's face, maybe he just was REALLY bored that day- whatever it was, it felt kinda... fun.
The sun was dipping lower on the horizon and peeking beneath the plate more, casting a gentle and warm light of the Pavilion in Sector One.
"I gotta go, or else my parents might start freaking out... We should play again sometime, though! Tomorrow, okay?" the other boy promises, not even looking where he was running as he waved and smiled back at the young hoodlum.
"Yeah, maybe. If I don't have anything going on," Yoon lies- his day was completely open.
He whistled to himself as he jumped over a fallen trash bin, disturbing the pigeons that had been feasting on various food wastes. Pausing for a moment, he spun back around as the moment of realization hit him.
"Hey, wait. I don't even know your-"
WHAP.
A rolled up magazine smacks the foreign Turk in the arm, Jae narrowing his eyes and scowling at the lanky sprawl of bony limbs that was his senior.
"Scrub- Go grab me somethin' from the vending machines," Reno orders with all the languid authority of an emperor luxuriating on his lavish throne.
"Grab it yourself, you could use the exercise. All that take-out's making you fat."
As if on cue, Rude (the frik to Reno's frak) steps in and lowers his sunglasses just slightly as he glances down at Reno laying on the office couch.
"Scrub's got a point," is his only, meager addition to the fight waiting to erupt between the other two agents.
"I ain't fat! I'm like one of those big-ass snakes. The ones that choke farmers to death in swamps- Pure muscle, baby."
Jae merely passes the couch on his way out the door, visibly making the effort to gesticulate scratching the side of his cheek... with only his middle finger.
A brisk stride carries him down the hall before anymore reading material can be hurled at his person, he was making good time. Might even get to leave a bit early after he forwarded some of the latest propaganda clips to Tseng. Now that he was thinking of it, he did feel in dire need of a coffee- Even if it had to be canned.
There was a group of Second Class SOLDIERs standing in a little huddle around their First Class senior near the vending machines of that floor- And by that elaborately decorated leather coat, he had a feeling he knew who it was.
"Show me how to do that again?" one of the recruits asked, struggling with something in his hands.
"It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it-" Rhapsodos explains, looking a bit too inestimably pleased with himself. He clearly enjoys the attention and is preening a bit (okay, a lot) as the other men watch him roll single gil coin across his fingers. If only peacocks had been created in shades of red, then it'd better fit the swordsman's trademark style.
Watching as his captivated audience starts emulating the sleight of hand skill, Genesis happens to look up at just the right- or maybe wrong- moment.
Jae immediately averts his eyes and continues walking, which looks suspicious as hell, but he's not about to run up and start an awkward conversation. He would literally rather be flayed alive and rolled in salt than come across as another brainless, fawning admirer- Some kind of bizarre outlier from the Red Leather or Study Group fanclubs. There was no way that Genesis would even remember him, they'd been so young, and he could have picked up that trick in any dive bar available in Midgar.
At least, that's what he tells himself.
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The gang's thoughts on stabbing
Chifuyu: Would never stab anyone.
Takemichi: Would end up being stabbed but pretend it's just a scratch.
Inupi: Would stab someone in retaliation.
Smiley: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.
Yuzuha: Would stab without warning.
Sanzu: Would stab as a warning.
Baji: Would stab himself as a warning.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Outer Wilds (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gossan/Porphy
Characters: Gossan (Outer Wilds), Porphy (Outer Wilds)
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Fluff, Mutual Pining, I'd tag idiots in love but it's just one oblivious idiot this time, No Spoilers, not tagging the other OVW members because they're there for like two seconds, idk man I just wanted to write something cozy
Summary:
They could make themself helpful after all. Besides, Porphy’s cabin was probably warm – warmer than the Ventures cabin, at least. It was a win-win: avoid the cold, and spend some time with— and stay productive.
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Gossan can't sit still in the days before first launch, even when a rainstorm prevents their usual productivity. Hey, wasn't Porphy in the middle of a new batch? Maybe they can help out.
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@arcxnumvitae replied to your post:
Little bird 😭
"Because he is always flitting about like a bird, taking care of something or another. Watching after the other fae-- the baby birds. And part of his name sounds like 'owl'. I...suppose he wouldn't really be all too happy if he heard me calling him that though, would he? Actually, what kind of animal would Camhlaidh be? Maybe not a bird-- he seems to like the babies quite a bit, and if he were a bird he'd probably try to eat them. Though some sort of bird does feel fitting for him. Perhaps some sort of feline, or...wait, no. I'm getting distracted. I apologize, it's the, ah...what did Kolya call it? The odd thoughts that pop into your head before you fall sleep."
"...I'm going to stop, now. Before I say anything else."
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