samplessss

[rootless]

[heyyyy thusians of the future there is a knock on your door

or window

or he's tracking you down

or if you're a lacertan i guess he's just hanging out up a tree.

I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR VISITS]

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[rootless]

So... don't make me lose you too, okay?

[concretejungles]

...Okay.

[rootless]

[aaaand the tension just. melts from him. and since he's leaning on bolt it's really obvious.

b. breathes.]

[concretejungles]

[tries to breathe too, but it's kind of hard to calm down]

So... If I'm gonna be stuck you have to give me the rundown...

[rootless]

[h-hfffffffff....]

Right. Yeah.

[CAN WE HANDWAVE THIS he's terrible at it but i'm worse]

[concretejungles]

[yes. WE'VE BOTH DONE THIS A MILLION TIMES LBR

SO AFTER THAT'S EXPLAINED AND KIDA'S WHINED ABOUT IT THOROUGHLY, he's feeling a lot better]

Okay, then. I'll have to get a new crowbar, but I've got this. Where are we living?

[rootless]

[ty]

....That's a little complicated.

[concretejungles]

Eh? What, are you married now or something?

[rootless]

--How is that the first thing you guess?!

[concretejungles]

[ehehehehe]

My mind is always on love.

[rootless]

Well no I haven't gotten married, but.

You aren't completely wrong?

That's not why it's complicated though.

[concretejungles]

Why, then?

[rootless]

We live in the forest.

[concretejungles]

So?

[rootless]

Deep in the forest. It's pretty isolated. And dangerous, if you don't know what you're doing.

...Also his sister is sometimes a dragon who sometimes eats people.

[concretejungles]

...You're not going to just leave me somewhere, are you?

[rootless]

Of course not. I'm too selfish for that.

[concretejungles]

Then we'll figure it out. I'm not totally incompetent.

[rootless]

It's not a matter of competence, Bolt.

[concretejungles]

If you're not leaving me, then we'll have to figure it out anyway, won't we?

[rootless]

We will! Just. I don't know how to explain it, so you don't underestimate it...

[concretejungles]

I get it.

[crosses his arms and grumbles]

Someone like me can't do anything, right?

[rootless]

That's not what I'm saying at all!

[fuck it, stepping back and taking off his shirt.

enjoy that fucking vicious array of scars.]

[concretejungles]

[g-goes a bit white]

That's...

...

That's what I meant! Compared to you I'm weak, aren't I?

[rootless]

[putting it back on before you can pick out the scar Isaiah gave him in that little torture session.]

I'm strong now, but I also run the fuck away most of the time. It's not a matter of strength, or even smarts. It's luck. I've seen ridiculously strong people die horribly here, and same goes for the geniuses.