[Poly Entry 31:] July Snow

[closetpervert]

[Voice]

Aaaaaaahhhchooo! [sniffles.] Ahhh... seems its finally started to melt. To think it would actually snow just after I've spoken of this with someone. [Siiiighs.]

Is everyone all right?

[Private voice to Tyr:]
[He stays silent for a few before finally speaking up in a soft tone.]

Hey.. how are you doing?

Comments

Private;

[stargathering]

[ First Katara and now Klarth. Tyr guesses it wasn't a secret that he treasured Gremio and Riou, but it was strange to be spoken to like this never the less. This place really wasn't like home. ]

I'm fine... You should get your cold taken care of, though.

Private; 1/2

[closetpervert]

[He sighs with a small smile.]

You've gotten used to it, have you? It's unfortunate, but it's for the best. Let us hope he's returned safely...

Private; 2/2

[closetpervert]

And ah, this? I'll be fin-- [as he tries to hold in another and sneezes.] Achoooo. Ahhhh... perhaps.

Private;

[stargathering]

[ Tyr doesn't like to think of it as being that he got used to it. It almost has a double meaning when it's said like that. Like how he's used to people leaving him for reasons other than the City's ways.

Klarth's cold gives Tyr a reason to ignore the first part of what Klarth said. ]

Maybe I should bring something over to you. I've been trying to cook more.

Private;

[closetpervert]

I'm grateful of your offer. However, the conditions are still dangerous to be traveling outdoors in that slush. I rather you not risk it to bring me something which I can pick up at a later time.

Private;

[stargathering]

[ He makes a sort of huff. What is he, a kid? ] I can handle a little melting snow. I'd rather not wait if you need something to eat.

Private;

[closetpervert]

[IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, SON! Of course, he notices that huff and slightly sighs himself. Stubborn.]

Ahh~ all right all right. Just... be careful, all right?

Private;

[stargathering]

[ BUT DAAAAD. :( He nods and doesn't hesitate to stand up and start for the door (grabbing his staff on the way). ]

I will. I'll walk gingerly for you.