"I wouldn't mind if you rolled into my life" 😉

"..." Yeah. He didn't understand shit. But a polite smile is always good to sport,s o that's what he does. "You know, you can just say that the weather is nice."

That tone. He's heard it before from many a knight. "No, you don't. You can't conceive yourself around the idea of running out of gas. You set yourself on fire and say it's because you can't stop moving." Varka rummages into his coat, and brings out a flask. »

"ahhh, always so dutiful, Illuga. But if you don't slow down from time to time, you'll get burnt out." Puts a hand on his shoulder. "Talking from experience."

Hmmm... this is suspicious.......

"pouting like that will make you get wrinkles sooner, you know."

"What's with that face today, friend?"

"I've never had a problem with them? You guys tongues' are as delicate as calla lilies!"

Oh.

...ah, good. Jean didn't remove the leash from the drawer.

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@olampter.bsky.social "Would you love me if I was an isopod??"

Nap time.

"No, no. This is your worm self. Okay? now watch." He takes out his handkerchief and carefully wraps the worm, and kisses the top of its head. Barely, because the creature is small and wiggly. Varka looks up, teeth flashing in a wide grin. "Happy?"

"I don't mind sharing, if you want some." There's cake for everybody here. Nobody should go hungry today.

"Would you bake me a cake if I asked, Sir Flins??" There's a mischievous undertone there, especially on his title. The shit-eating grin doesn't help too. This man was born to tease the supernatural.

"NAHHH. Why not bake one ourselves!! I could add some apple cider to the mix!" Slaps the bottle against the table.

"Holy shit, two cakes!!"

"Well? Where's mine?"

"no, no. You'll see." He points at the mossy dirt beneath some rocks, and digs down with his hands for a good while until he exclaimed a triumphant 'aha!' and brought out an earthworm, presenting it to Flins. "Now, this is going to be your worm self."

He's already away into the woods. "Let's go find one then!"

"I don't know! Have you met a worm?" He's messing with him.

"ahem- well. If you were a worm... you'd have to introduce yourself to me as a worm!"

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Lohen...

"hehehehehehehh...... yyyyep."

"These hilichurls must have an iron stomach. Whatever is in the soup, it knocked me out."

"............could be." He's playing his game too, of being vague on purpose. "Who knows. Let's find out?" Varka wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Varka threw his arms up in an exaggerated gesture, crossing them behind his head with a little exasperation. "Ah, suit yourself! But I'd rather not have to track you down just to drag your ass back to Mondstadt! We've been gone for years! You're gonna forget what your own home looks like! »

Varka's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He really hadn't expected to get shot bolts in a sword fight. With practiced speed, he brought his broadsword close, using the wide blade to deflect the arrowheads, barely managing to absorb the young man's charge. He planted both feet on the ground, »

"Uh, no, that's not it. It's just that it's been so many years..." Varka threw a few practice thrusts in the air, nodding to himself with recognition. "Ahaaa... so that's how it was!" he muttered under his breath, before waving a hand toward the Harbinger, encouraging him to engage. »

Varka didn't even flinch, more than accustomed to the fae's antics. He did turn slightly, though, casting a sidelong glance with a confident smirk that made the clouds pale. "Heh. Knew you'd show up if I attracted your attention like this." He stepped away from the sword, straightening up, »

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He arrived at the lighthouse, planting his sword in the sandy ground before leaning on it and hollering, "HEY FLINS!! THERE'S BIG GAME HUNT IN A PLACE I'VE JUST FOUND, ARE YOU UP FOR A CHALLENGE?!" @phosphylax.bsky.social

Gives @olampter.bsky.social a lampgrass while giggling.

Oh, he can already imagine it. Lohen, all oblivious and with his usual behavior, sauntering around the young Captain, catching the fae's attention. Ahhh... How does he explain this without giving out too much information about his fae friend... Hmmmm.... "Ah. I see you haven't wasted time to »

The puppydog face only works to an extent. Tsk, that Lohen is employing the same tactics a mere recruiter would do... it makes him chuckle. "Did you get into his territory unannounced?"

"Mhhm, yeap. Well, I'm not saying that vice captain Lohen is actually Evil, you know..." Varka takes some time to think. "You know. He's not a bad guy at all. He's just... mischievous."

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Ahh, but at least he's staying put right now. Which was his main goal. "Don't look at me like that, Lohen. Makes me feel bad..." Pinches his cheek.

"whatever you mean with that?" Perking up an eyebrow.

"Look at that puppy face."