home is where i don't belong.

[hamletism]

Who: min kyun + you!
When: all thorough june.
Where: within the city!
What: quest log + catch all for june.
Warnings: slight body horror in last prompt; otherwise will update.

— pile's petagorium (open.) [ so, who let a blind guy take care of dangerous animals? someone here. but, kyun's been pretty enthusiastic about the opportunity to do it, so maybe they let him in out of pity -- either way, he's now proudly sprouting one (1) polly perched on his shoulder, that tugs at his hair and screams every time he's about to walk into something, and two (2) pantherhounds on a loose string that can barely be called a leash. they're smart, the owner says, so they'll walk obediently. kyun has no reason to doubt that -- in fact, now that he's here, a seeing eye dog is nice... maybe a little less independent, though. they're less seeing dogs and more leading-him-wherever-they-want dogs, but as long as he doesn't walk into anything, and they're content with getting the exercise, he could care less. so there he is, with the happy company, when one of the panterhounds seems to stiffen. it sees -- you. yeah, you. whether you're another worker, or here to watch the animals, something about you interests the creature enough to -- charge straight at you, effectively breaking the leash and separating from kyun. ] Ah, hey! [ the bird screeches. the other pantherhound seems completely chill -- was that a hyena cackle? -- staying by kyun's side. the one charging right at you, well -- it doesn't seem particularly happy, but it doesn't seem outright hostile. if you dodge it, however, it'll start to growl and snarl, annoyed. if you don't, it'll stop right in front of you, giving your face one, curious lick before falling back down on all fours and snorfing at your legs. ... ....... he's got no idea what's happening though. ] Which one of you was it?! Was it you, Mr. Sprinkles?! [ mr. sprinkles growls, because NO. he's a good dog and he's still by kyun's side. ] ... it was you, wasn't it, Pepperoni? Get back here and stop scaring people! ... hey, you alright? [ he's looking somewhere in your general direction, but obviously can't see you at all. ] She didn't bite you, did she?         — festival preparations (open.) ( ooc: a little note about the festival prompts! in both of them, kyun's affected by ehrendil, which happens to be a sickness bighe infected him with. in the first one, he doesn't know it yet, and the spread of infection is optional -- in the second, he'll be touching your character, and that's how it spreads. symptoms may include but are not limited to: itchiness where plant life begins to sprout, flora sprouting from the skin, increased desire for sunlight, extreme thirst, the gradual spread of flora to internal structures, including the lungs, and emitting a sweet scent irresistible to bees and butterflies. this is just a little subplot for the upcoming flower festival, so if you're interested in contracting the illness, feel free to reply and/or just handwave that kyun's brushed shoulders with your character at some point. as always feel free to hit me up for any plots/questions too! )           I. NAILED IT. [ despite... well, not being able to see, he offers to assist in the festival preparations -- not because he's particularly good at hanging up decorations, obviously, but he's actually halfway decent at making food. he didn't do it often, back home, because of laziness -- but fending for yourself for most of your life leaves you with some basic culinary knowledge, whether you want said knowledge or not. the pay is good, and the work isn't hard -- he can't exactly experiment in the kitchen, but he can follow a recipe and get yelled at if he's about to put that batch of pastries in the wrong oven, or on the floor. after the busiest hours are over, though, they allow him to do whatever -- which includes blindly decorating some pastries he baked from leftovers, and giving them out to clients as samples. ... well, you happen to be the unfortunate victim this time -- the pastry isn't bad-tasting by any means, but it certainly isn't very good looking, either. but, you know. give him some credit, he's blind. ] So? What'd you think? I made a snail. [ :) he's proud of himself ]           II. UH OH SISTERS, I SPREAD THE PLAGUE! [ something hasn't been quite right. he's surrounded by flowers, because of all the festival ruckus, so at first, when he'd caught one on himself, he didn't give it much thought. after another, and another, and another, all itchy where they'd touch skin, he began to... wonder? plucking flowers from your skin isn't normal, is it? and neither is coughing them up, but as the illness progresses, he continues to feel petals stuck in his throat, skin itchy where flowers would grow. there's some in his hair, too, and one sprouting right from the corner of his eye, blooming as if it means to cover it completely. ... he needs help, and what's a guy to do like this but grab the first person he can and ask? so he does, completely unaware the illness spreads through touch, wrapping slim fingers around one of the people around the festival areas. ] Hey, sorry to bother you, but... are you seeing something strange on me? Like... flowers? Is that a thing here? ... shit, is it happening to everyone and I'm just freaking out for no reason? Fuck, figures.         — wild card. feel free to hit me up with anything! kyun can be found roaming the festival areas and the petagorium, and probably isn't seen much outside of the city, unless accompanied by someone. that being said, if you'd like me to write you a closed prompt, either contact me via pm or ikzel and we can plot something! o7

Comments

[hamletism]

[ if kyun could see the kind of a pipsqueak nishinoya is... ... ... -- but, well, he can't. he doesn't sound responsible, though??? doubt.png

at any rate, he's grateful when the other decides to meet him halfway. pepperoni seems perfectly content now, and he doesn't hear any growling or any more detours, so maybe she really did take a liking to the guy. either way, he outstretches his hand a little, in the guy's general direction. ]

Her leash... hand it to me, if you can. [ and he wriggles his fingers a little. ] Nah! They're from the Petagorium just a little bit of a walk away. They're all up for adoption, if you're interested in getting a pet! I might get some commission for it, too --

[birdfeed]

I don’t think Mr. Wolf likes cats.

[ spoiler: he’s only assuming wolf doesn’t like cats because his name is wolf. with the sound of shuffling, noya’s quick to return the leash— with a little bit of struggle. the animal is way too big for him to lead with such ease! ]

Oh— Hey, do they still have dragonflies?

[ . . . mr. wolf would definitely let him keep a dragonfly, what nishinoya is assuming as an actual pocket sized dragon. (no he won’t.) ]

[hamletism]

... Wolf?

[ he perks up, a little. that's a familiar name! ... unless the guy means an actual wolf, in which case it's not a familiar name. why does that guy not have a normal name? Makes U Think. ]

The... uh, the short guy with a gruff voice? [ ... that's the best he can do. he knows he's short and... older... and that he can pick him up with one arm... but that's an odd way to describe someone. so.

he takes the leash from the other's hand, feeling around for it for a moment, then nods. ]

Hell yeah, though -- you'll have to get the gloves first. The... reinforced ones, 'coz if they don't like you, they'll spit acid. [ is what he heard. he's not allowed to handle them personally, for obvious reasons, but: ] I can take you to the office!

[ he knows where the gloves are, at least. ]