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middaeg2020-11-01 05:03 pm
plasticasshole) wrote in middaeg2020-11-01 05:03 pm
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[OPEN] It's gotta be your feisty style, raised eyebrow
Who: Connor and open!
When: Through November
Where: Aefenglom
What: Quests!
Warnings: Possibly smut in the prurient petals quest threads? I'll update if that happens!
A Drinking Problem;
[You know you have too many animals when you need a second job. The wormipede requires a lot of food as it grows, and Connor's pay at Pile's Petagorium isn't quite enough. Of course Hank helps out too, but it's Connor's fault they have these animals in the first place, minus Sumo. He can at least pay for them.
The sailor talk around here is confusing. The sly smiles he sometimes gets as he serves are... not completely unpleasant, but not really wanted. He's trying to serve a particularly drunk man and his friends, with a tray full of drinks in one hand and two plates of food balanced on the other arm, when he starts trying to pull Connor onto his lap with a raucous laugh. It's entirely unexpected, and while he manages to save the food by hastily depositing it on the table, the drinks go everywhere. Glass shatters, and the tavern goes quiet as Connor straightens up and gives everyone an apologetic look, before bending down to pick up the pieces of glass.
It wasn't his fault. He knows that. But he also knows that he's a professional, and he's going to handle this as gracefully as he can... covered in ale or not.]
Prurient Petals; (potentially NSFW)
[Cutting these plants is tough. Connor is currently trying to cut himself free from one that has snaked long petals around both of his legs, and he can't get away from it. He's probably been here for a good twenty minutes now, and his protective gear feels... uncomfortable. He feels hot, and he's fully aware of what that means. Trying to suppress the urge to think of getting this gear off and going home to Hank, Connor grunts as he frees one leg and looks to the person passing by.]
Can you help me with this?
Veggie Tales;
Oh no. Oh no. It's adorable, and Connor can't resist it. He picks the creature up and holds it carefully to see if it's amenable to being handled, and gently scratches behind the leafy ears.
He was going to take any creatures he found back to the garden, but he... thinks he's fallen in love with this one. It's a good thing he got that second job. Connor can be found holding his newfound friend for the entirety of the day. If he sees someone else with a similar pet, he heads over to them and shows off his own. It squeaks.]
What are you going to name yours?
When: Through November
Where: Aefenglom
What: Quests!
Warnings: Possibly smut in the prurient petals quest threads? I'll update if that happens!
A Drinking Problem;
[You know you have too many animals when you need a second job. The wormipede requires a lot of food as it grows, and Connor's pay at Pile's Petagorium isn't quite enough. Of course Hank helps out too, but it's Connor's fault they have these animals in the first place, minus Sumo. He can at least pay for them.
The sailor talk around here is confusing. The sly smiles he sometimes gets as he serves are... not completely unpleasant, but not really wanted. He's trying to serve a particularly drunk man and his friends, with a tray full of drinks in one hand and two plates of food balanced on the other arm, when he starts trying to pull Connor onto his lap with a raucous laugh. It's entirely unexpected, and while he manages to save the food by hastily depositing it on the table, the drinks go everywhere. Glass shatters, and the tavern goes quiet as Connor straightens up and gives everyone an apologetic look, before bending down to pick up the pieces of glass.
It wasn't his fault. He knows that. But he also knows that he's a professional, and he's going to handle this as gracefully as he can... covered in ale or not.]
Prurient Petals; (potentially NSFW)
[Cutting these plants is tough. Connor is currently trying to cut himself free from one that has snaked long petals around both of his legs, and he can't get away from it. He's probably been here for a good twenty minutes now, and his protective gear feels... uncomfortable. He feels hot, and he's fully aware of what that means. Trying to suppress the urge to think of getting this gear off and going home to Hank, Connor grunts as he frees one leg and looks to the person passing by.]
Can you help me with this?
Veggie Tales;
Oh no. Oh no. It's adorable, and Connor can't resist it. He picks the creature up and holds it carefully to see if it's amenable to being handled, and gently scratches behind the leafy ears.
He was going to take any creatures he found back to the garden, but he... thinks he's fallen in love with this one. It's a good thing he got that second job. Connor can be found holding his newfound friend for the entirety of the day. If he sees someone else with a similar pet, he heads over to them and shows off his own. It squeaks.]
What are you going to name yours?
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[He holds onto Akechi as he pulls his other leg free, finally- but he's well aware that it's too late to reverse what the pollen has done to them. Awkwardly, he shuffles away from the rest of the plants and takes Akechi with him to sit in a clearing.
There's nobody else around right now, though there's certainly the risk of someone heading their way. But Connor can't bring himself to care. He takes off his protective headgear and sighs, taking Akechi's hand and toying with his fingers. They could easily do something about this problem.]