Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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Instinctively, Caramia swatted the crow away. Not enough to hurt it any, but definitely enough to get his point across of "Hey! Stop that!!!". He's so close to just start scolding these birds, really. He's not entirely sure they'll listen-- they did seem to have some intelligence, though? It was probably worth a shot. Probably.
Tempted to tell Kyrie "Maybe we're supposed to be acting like scarecrows, and that's why we're here", Caramia managed to catch himself before he made Kyrie especially upset with him, and instead opted for a more reasonable answer. For now!
"No, of course not..." It kind of defeated the whole purpose of "figuring this place out" in the end. "But I know walking and talking about something like this wouldn't have gone very well. You have a tendency to just walk away, given the chance. I wasn't about to let you have that."
He tried to look stern, but the worry couldn't help but seep through the cracks, anyway, so he certainly wasn't fooling anyone. Then, he did his best to coax Kyrie with him towards the fences. Mostly to shoo away the birds, but also to get out of this wheat. Like, hell, was this planted in mud? Please...
Kyrie hates... a lot about this, actually. From the knowledge that this place, and all of its unnatural pests, is a reflection of himself, to the fact that he's all but being lectured for not wanting to stay, there's exactly zero whole things happening that he approves of. It's a new record, probably.
He can coax him all he likes, but once Kyrie realizes their intended destination, he's going to sigh, glancing off to the side--in the direction of the tower, actually. For as wrong as it is, it still feels almost habitual. Joke's on you, Caramia, the fences are all still surrounded by wheat. Have fun climbing up to sit on the post though! The crows will love having an easy target.
It's not until he notices how ridiculously Caramia's moving through the grain that he more properly follows--
--And then nearly surpasses? Hello?? He wasn't going any faster than usual... It's basically fucking grass, for god's sake, and it's not like it's a long walk...
"...Caramia." The good news is that it's hard to be properly irritated when your boyfriend is making grass look like brambles. "What in god's name are you doing?"
He can TRY, damn it. Surely he can scare away the crows so he can prop up against the fence, right???
(Spoiler alert: It's not going to be nearly so smooth.)
"What do you mean what am I doing?! How're you moving so easily??? This stuff is..."
To make a point, he lifted his legs up to show the resistance, buuut... well, it didn't really work out as planned. Instead, he just toppled forward after losing his footing, falling in the most (not) graceful manner.
Oh, goodbye. Kyrie doesn't so much as offer a hand to assist, brows raising as he peers down at him.
"I'm familiar with it, yes." He... grew up in it...? Sort of? "And I understand farmland is vastly different than your beastly habitat, but I can't imagine even the dullest, slowest, most worthless cub in existence would have even the slightest amount of difficulty pushing through a field of wheat."
As if to demonstrate, he walks unhindered right on up to him... and then kicks him in the leg. Gently, at least.
"Maybe you're losing your legs?" He'll crouch down beside him after a moment, reaching as if to check for Caramia's pistol. "If so, I might as well just put you down now--I absolutely refuse to drag you through all of this."
How charming! At least the birds seem to have quieted a bit, but a few do swoop in to land on the fence Caramia had had his eye on. They only watch for now, but they seem a little too interested to remain a neutral party for long.
It wasn't as if Caramia had expected the help from Kyrie, but that didn't stop him from being disappointed nonetheless, topped off with an annoyed huff at his response. He knew full well that Kyrie put together that there was definitely something up with the wheat that was affecting Caramia differently-- he probably even knew what and was just being a shit about it.
Although, it made sense, considering this place seemed much more catered to him than it did to Caramia. But on the same token, it was frustrating. It wasn't like he was a threat after all, right? He thought it was pretty here, even. Comforting, really, to see a place that felt so much like home in more ways than one.
And to be so inhibited hurt for some reason.
But when Kyrie went to reach down for his pistol, Caramia reached forward to grip his arm instead. After a brief moment to adjust himself, he gave Kyrie a sharp tug forward, rolling onto his back to catch his awful, terrible, no good, very bad boyfriend in a hug anyway. Sorry, Kyrie, you live here now.
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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Tempted to tell Kyrie "Maybe we're supposed to be acting like scarecrows, and that's why we're here", Caramia managed to catch himself before he made Kyrie especially upset with him, and instead opted for a more reasonable answer. For now!
"No, of course not..." It kind of defeated the whole purpose of "figuring this place out" in the end. "But I know walking and talking about something like this wouldn't have gone very well. You have a tendency to just walk away, given the chance. I wasn't about to let you have that."
He tried to look stern, but the worry couldn't help but seep through the cracks, anyway, so he certainly wasn't fooling anyone. Then, he did his best to coax Kyrie with him towards the fences. Mostly to shoo away the birds, but also to get out of this wheat. Like, hell, was this planted in mud? Please...
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He can coax him all he likes, but once Kyrie realizes their intended destination, he's going to sigh, glancing off to the side--in the direction of the tower, actually. For as wrong as it is, it still feels almost habitual. Joke's on you, Caramia, the fences are all still surrounded by wheat. Have fun climbing up to sit on the post though! The crows will love having an easy target.
It's not until he notices how ridiculously Caramia's moving through the grain that he more properly follows--
--And then nearly surpasses? Hello?? He wasn't going any faster than usual... It's basically fucking grass, for god's sake, and it's not like it's a long walk...
"...Caramia." The good news is that it's hard to be properly irritated when your boyfriend is making grass look like brambles. "What in god's name are you doing?"
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(Spoiler alert: It's not going to be nearly so smooth.)
"What do you mean what am I doing?! How're you moving so easily??? This stuff is..."
To make a point, he lifted his legs up to show the resistance, buuut... well, it didn't really work out as planned. Instead, he just toppled forward after losing his footing, falling in the most (not) graceful manner.
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"I'm familiar with it, yes." He... grew up in it...? Sort of? "And I understand farmland is vastly different than your beastly habitat, but I can't imagine even the dullest, slowest, most worthless cub in existence would have even the slightest amount of difficulty pushing through a field of wheat."
As if to demonstrate, he walks unhindered right on up to him... and then kicks him in the leg. Gently, at least.
"Maybe you're losing your legs?" He'll crouch down beside him after a moment, reaching as if to check for Caramia's pistol. "If so, I might as well just put you down now--I absolutely refuse to drag you through all of this."
How charming! At least the birds seem to have quieted a bit, but a few do swoop in to land on the fence Caramia had had his eye on. They only watch for now, but they seem a little too interested to remain a neutral party for long.
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Although, it made sense, considering this place seemed much more catered to him than it did to Caramia. But on the same token, it was frustrating. It wasn't like he was a threat after all, right? He thought it was pretty here, even. Comforting, really, to see a place that felt so much like home in more ways than one.
And to be so inhibited hurt for some reason.
But when Kyrie went to reach down for his pistol, Caramia reached forward to grip his arm instead. After a brief moment to adjust himself, he gave Kyrie a sharp tug forward, rolling onto his back to catch his awful, terrible, no good, very bad boyfriend in a hug anyway. Sorry, Kyrie, you live here now.