[if april showers bring may flowers, then july showers bring. . .?]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone!
When: July 31st throughout the day
Where: outside, but also wherever you want to be!
What: a general all-purpose mingle with flavor
Warnings: nada

[Today, for the first time since your arrival, dark and angry clouds gather in the sky above to block out the sun. It is sweltering outside, so when those clouds eventually open up in the early afternoon, showering everyone with cool rain, rolling thunder, and a few flashes of lightning. . . it probably feels good!]

[It seems to be normal rain, for the most part. Look at it from the wrong angle and some if it may seem to be tinted red, like blood. And sometimes, when a drop spatters against the ground, a spider lily suddenly blossoms in its place. The flower dies almost immediately upon springing to life, its petals dissolving into dust that is quickly washed away by the rest of the water]

[dwbi]

[. . . things have been awfully quiet since your arrival. It feels almost a bit like the calm before the storm, doesn't it? Are you still waiting for that other shoe to drop. . .?]

[What else are you up to today!]

Comments

[ordimame]

[also nods! and with that, he lapses into silence again]

[GOOD TALK, SMITH]

[presgarddihellis]

[HE'S SO TIRED, HE MIGHT JUST END UP DOZING OFF AGAIN.]

[ordimame]

[just gonna let him do that, tbqh. GET YOU SOME SLEEP, BUDDY]

[presgarddihellis]

[cool. gonna use you as a thing to lean on. (the real manipulation tactic: get a fool to sit next to you so you don't fall over when you inevitably doze off (no, is joke))]

1/? I'M SO SORRY

[ordimame]

[I]





[wat]

[ordimame]

[the moment he feels the pressure of Smith leaning against his side is the moment Puck jumps back to attention. it's instinct, the way he lifts a hand to press it against Smith's face, as if ready to rudely push him away??]

[ordimame]

[. . . but then he remembers how tired Smith looked. . . how little he had slept the night before. . . and he feels kiiiind of bad]

done

[ordimame]

[an exasperated sigh, and he drops his hand back into his lap, allowing Smith to do the leaning thing if he REALLY WANTS TO]

Tch. . . you should really be reading back in your bed.

[presgarddihellis]

[but why rest in bed when beans are comfy]

[ordimame]

[he is not, he is short and bony and has very little muscle, but you do you, Smith]

[presgarddihellis]

[listen, skeletons are friends because one of his not-dads is Death's son, so i mean.

also he's going to be so embarrassed when he's conscious enough to register what's going on here]

[ordimame]

[sounds like a personal problem!!]

[presgarddihellis]

[ah yep there is a distinct jolting twitch when he's conscious again.

though he stays pretty still like... oh no...]

[ordimame]

[. . . lightly amused]

That was barely a nap.

[presgarddihellis]

[aaaaaahhhh no. embarrassing.

slowly sitting back up, not looking at him.]

My apologies... I--suppose I was more exhausted than I thought...

[no the real embarrassment is realizing part of the exhaustion was just the talk from before the crash-nap]

[ordimame]

[god does it make him feel better to know that Smith is capable of getting flustered]

I'd offer to grab you some more tea, but I think you might need to go back to the dorm and sleep.

[presgarddihellis]

I think you may be right.

[where is his book... collecting it and starting to stand.]

[ordimame]

I know I'm right.

[peering at the book, btw. what was he reading?]

[presgarddihellis]

[still that Earth of 2019 book, lol.

notices him looking.]

... I know it's likely this Earth is either an illusion or even a different iteration--one of millions of possibilities, but...

[ordimame]

[hah]

There's nothing wrong with hoping, Smith.

[presgarddihellis]

[complicated look in his eyes, but...]

Of course.

[ordimame]

[clasps a hand on his shoulder with a tiny squeeze]

Go get some rest. Maybe the rain will lull you to sleep.

[presgarddihellis]

Not too deep of one, I hope...

[said a bit wryly but okay. mask back on. act back on. giving Puck a bit of a nod, a slight bow even.]

Thank you for your time, Puck.

[ordimame]

Deep enough.

[pausing a bit as he notices the lack of formality attached to his name, which gives him a bit of a self-satisfied laugh]

Anytime, Smith.

[presgarddihellis]

Don't forget to get some rest yourself.

[you ain't been restful either, and he knows it, says his smile and then he's heading back into the school]