thehometree | Log 002 ♔ TIME TO DO THE THING

[Arno had no words really.

For whatever reason, Arno found himself here and looking on this scene. Probably upon chance from investigating like he usually did on a regular day. Did he expect a Cynthia giggling like like? Not at all. Arno thought maybe she was the type to maybe laugh lightly at something that funny apparently but, well, she was laughing hysterically about something.

It was...bizarre, to say the least.

Arno squinted a little, maybe at a disbelief that it was actually her. No, it was her. Definitely.

She was really laughing like a drunk person would. If she were really drunk, where could he get some huh? He shouldn't have, but he got closer.]

Something funny, pray tell?

Edited 2015-04-30 19:44 (UTC)

These flowers!

[She picks one and holds it up to his face.]

Aren't they just the cutest things you've ever seen in your life? They're so sparkly and pretty...and pink! So very pink! Hehe!

[So. Cynthia giggled like an idiot and stuffed some flowers in his face. Almost directly on top of his face, mind them. The smell and the pollens were shoved so far up his nose that his nose tickled and he let out a little sneeze. He wasn't allergic to flowers, but who could stand to have the stuff invade your air bubbles like that.

Cynthia had lost it. Arno squinted and furrowed his brow in frustration, just a little bit.

Little did he know something was taking effect, just wait a little bit on that.]

I...no.

Cynthia, I don't know what in blazes has gotten into you but it's seeming to be really fishy and strange.

Not sure I quite care for it. It seems to be like you're "unwell".

I'm not "unwell", you silly willy.

[enter finger quotation marks as she giggles at her new nickname for him]

Besides, you're waaaay too uptight to care for anything. Come on Arno, enjoy nature for once in your sad sad life. Smile! Sit your butt down, and enjoy this with me.

[Arno wasn't annoyed but he was very off-put by this whole demeanor.]

Or, I have a better idea. We can go elsewhere and have you lay down and rest.

[Yeah because he wasn't liking this whole thing right now. Not one bit...

His head started to spin and his eyes then got a little loopy. He had an almost drunk feeling suddenly side line him.

What on earth was happening?]

Lay down?

[She drops onto the flower bed and giggles, just as the flowers release just a little more pollen around her.]

There. I'm laying down. Now would you sit with me? Pleeeease?

[Arno couldn't protest anymore, he was loopy enough now. Well okay no, he tried one last time. One final attempt to make sense of it. He looked drunk now, and he felt flighty. Common sense would drag him to being the flowers fault, and that was why Cynthia acted like this. But he would realize this when he had full control of his senses. Which he didn't now.

He walked on over and tried to support her up from the flowers, even more of the pollen being splattered in his direction.

He was losing it completely.]

No...you...

[All of his strength was sapped. Then suddenly, gone. Arno was gone. He fell backwards onto the flower bed. No strength, and soon, no sanity.

And then he laughed. Oh dear. A chuckled rumbled in his chest and found its way out of him, every sensory nerve tingled inside of him and he was suckered all into it now.]

[She doesn't really try to resist his attempt to help her up. She welcomed it, actually. But once she sees him literally give up and fall back into the flowers, she couldn't help but giggle...again.]

Seee? Aren't the flowers just lovely today?

[Arno was all grins and pink flowers, pollen practically covering him by this point. He had no idea what was funny. Perhaps that he fell over, or perhaps no real reason.

His mind was actually pretty blank and in a state of euphoria. Everything just seemed to pass by in his mind: time, hunger, frustration, annoyance.

He chuckled again.]

I'm just sorry I dropped you. You're not hurt?

No no, I'm fine. The flowers broke my fall.

[See, with that smile, she couldn't help but smile. She's seen Arno's usual microscopic sad excuse for a smile a few times. But it was nice seeing him actually cheerful for once. Makes him seem more...human.

Cynthia rolls onto her stomach and rests her head on her palms.]

So how's your day? Give a flower to anyone special?

[He just laid down and rested his palms on his stomach. Arno found his eyes looking straight ahead, and wasn't particularly staring at anything. It was like there was nothing really going on in his mind anymore, nothing important.

He began to actually, for the first time, relax.]

You know, I've forgotten what I was even doing moments ago. I suppose it doesn't really matter anymore.

[He sighed, pretty happily. Like he was even about to drift off.]

You were trying to...carry me for some reason. Honestly, I don't even remember how I got here. But these flowers are just so pretty. I don't want to leave yet.

[She looks down at the very content french man and tugs lightly at his pony tail. Trying to free his hair. Yes. She's going there.]

[His ponytail hung on the flowers and it would've been very easy to remove what kept it together. If she did really want it to be, it was free. His hair fell down and it was quite long actually. Pretty shiny too.

Arno had no care in the world.]

You know, me neither.

[L'Oreal Paris. Enough said.]

How's that kid of yours? Being a good little boy, I hope.

[See, the perks of hanging obscenely long hair is you tend to pick up a lot of hair tricks when you're bored enough. Cynthia lightly combs through his hair with her fingers. Then starts braiding a small portion of it.]

[He might as well have been Cynthia's personal Ken doll. It actually felt good, soothing. He could feel the slight rub on his scalp, it relaxed him further.

He almost didn't hear her speak.]

Kid?

My kid?

[Oh wait, he had to think for a minute.]

Monsieur Steven, you mean? He's a fine boy, he does little to no harm as a housemate.

[Ken doll? Ha! Ken dolls don't have hair. They have plastic. Arno is her own personal Barbie doll. BARBIE. She plucks a little flowers and sticks it into the braid.]

You know what's funny though. Apparently we live right across from each other.

[Which he probably knew by now. Just felt like reminding him.]

You're such a nice neighbour, celebrating my birthday with me like this.

[Arno's eyes shot up, a little bit.]

Mon dieu, I didn't know it was your Name Day today.

How would you? Or anyone for that matter. We all just met about a month ago. Not much of a surprise, really.

[These flowers are making her feel surprisingly calm. Being alone on her birthday, she's usually be more upset than this.

She takes another stand and starts braiding.]

"Mon dieu", that's adorable.

[Judar has been doing what he usually does at this time of the day: eating all the food he hoarded at breakfast in the morning. It's a good thing some people in the tree have gotten better at hunting and foraging because otherwise anyone who showed up too late to breakfast would find an empty table.

When Cynthia comes in, his first instinct is to make a rude comment about the flowers, but then...pollen everywhere.]

Hey, what the --

You really need to cut back, Judar, or invest in a shirt that actually covers everything.

[Of course he was stuffing his face here. What else was he useful for, other than finishing her extras because she doesn't even eat a lot to begin with. Cynthia was about to hand him the flowers. But suddenly there was pollen everywhere and it was obviously too late to cover her nose.

Damn dragon.]

Ooooh crap.

[It's a testament to Judar's vanity that the first thing he does is to check his abs to make sure they're still there. He generally engages in the bare minimum of physical activity outside of what's necessary to make sure he can still pull off the whole tiny shirt and scarf look, so the possibility that he might have acquired a little pudge around the middle is unacceptable.

No, still there.

He's about to protest when the pollen starts to settle. Stupid dragon. He coughs and rubs at his nose.]

What do you mean "oh crap?"

Uh...nothing. Nothing!

[She shoves the flowers at him and rushes over to open a window. Dear Arceus, too much pollen. TOO MUCH.]

Just thought you'd want some flowers. You seemed less annoying recently and I was worried something was troubling you. These flowers, apparently, have an ability to make you happy and...oh screw it. They get you high.

[Enough sugar coating. She was already pretty tired from her first hit with Arno earlier that day.]

[Judar looks down at the flowers, then over at Cynthia.]

You're trying to drug me with flowers?

[He doesn't question that it's possible. Somewhere in the tree, Emperor Shove-Mind-Control-Vines-In-People's-Heads is being gloomy and weird and he's halfway tempted to pass the gift on to him, but more interesting right now is whatever the hell Cynthia is up to. Is she actually being nice? How weird is that?]

I don't have to eat them do I?

[She looks down at the flowers then back at him. She honestly though this was the part where he'd try to kill her. After all, she wasn't necessarily trying to drug him, just trying to cheer him up in the dumbest possible way.]

No, just sniff them...you're not mad?

[He's actually holding the flower up over his face with interest. No one ever accused him of being bright.]

Why would I be mad? What's it supposed to do?

[He shakes it a little, dislodging a bunch of the pollen straight onto his face. He sneezes, then starts giggling. That was pretty funny wasn't it? Right onto his face! Just like that!

Maybe he's kind of susceptible to this stuff.]

It's not like I'd be mad anyway? Why did you think I was sad? Life is actually kind of okay!

[Was...was the flowers working? He's smiling, and it's actually creeping her out a bit. But hey, a smile's a smile.]

I'm not really sure. You just seem less annoying lately. I was starting to worry.

I'm not annoying!

[And for some reason, it's hilarious that she'd think that. He flops on his back and laughs uproariously for a while until he runs out of breath.]

It's...it's just...Hakuryuu showed up!

[There, that explains everything. Explaining done.]

Yeah you are, you little jerk. But you're my jerk so whatever.

[Cynthia sits herself on some random hollowed out acorn chair and chuckles. All the pollen she inhales earlier. That should be enough for a decent hit.]

Work buddy?

No.

[The "duh," isn't voiced but it's heavily implied.]

He's my king.

[The way the words are emphasized are a bit strange. It's not "my king" as in "the one I serve," it's "my king" as in "the one that belongs to me." It's clearly a possessive statement, which probably shouldn't be that surprising, considering who's saying it.]

He doesn't have legs anymore, which is stupid, but he's still my king.

[The pollen isn't helping his coherency.]

No legs? Was he born like that or did you do something to him?

[Because clearly Judar is the type to randomly amputate people. CLEARLY.]

[Usually, that would probably offend him, but everything is funny at the moment. Everything.]

NO.

[He snorts and giggles, then begins to wave his hands vaguely like he's trying to trace his explanation in the air. Maybe it would make sense if he actually could.]

It was what's-his-name with the stupid horn. [He holds one hand up above his hand, indicating the position and angle of said unfortunate bit of hair.] The midget's moron of a king. Can you believe that? I can't. I TOLD him "Hakuryuu, you need limbs!" but he was like "but I won, so it's okay."

[He'd been kind of pissed at the time, but now the absurdity of the whole thing is really funny to him.]

He's just got the one arm left! What's he gonna do now, huh?

[He waves his right arm.]

Just this one! That's all!

[Snort. Ok normally, being handicapped wouldn't be funny. Laughing at something like that would send her straight to hell, or whatever the pokemon world equivalent was. But Judar was just...so silly right now.]

Seriously? Just one arm? Why in the world would he be okay living his life as a stump?

I think, and hear me out here, I think...he'd fit in our leafy backpack.

[Judar laughs so hard he falls face flat on the floor. It's just...just...]

YOU'RE RIGHT! And like, and like...okay, so he can use Life Magic, right? So he's been using it to make himself legs out of wood, so he ACTUALLY IS A STUMP.

[Perfect.]

KING STUMP!!

[She laughs, and laughs and laugh, and probably coughs a little, then laughs again.]

EMPEROR STUMP!!

[Since that's technically his title now. For as long as he can hold on to it, which might not be that long if they're both here now. That leaves kind of a power vacuum in Rakushou, which sucks because that means Kouen will just take everything over and there won't even be a war at all.]

He needs to stop being dumb and just move in here. I'd jam a flower on his head.

[He picks up one of the flowers and waves it back and forth, just to illustrate his point.]

EMPEROR STUMP!!

[Repeating it just makes it even funnier for her. Man she's really going to hell right now.]

But wait, what? Live here? I dunno. I like what we have. Plus, with your hair and my hair, there's no room...and because putting a stump into a stump feels wrong.

[...snort]

Stump in a stump.

Edited 2015-05-14 06:30 (UTC)

How'm I gonna keep an eye on him, then? I took my eyes off him for, like, a second and some lameass wannabe king chopped his legs off! He's gotta have someone to babysit him all the time or shit like that keeps happening! It's been that way his whole life! I should know, since I'm the older one.

[If he were in his right mind, he probably wouldn't be saying any of these things. He's not exactly honest about his feelings, especially about people he likes. (And he probably like Hakuryuu more than anyone else.)]

[If he was in his right mind. This emperor guy would already be living here without her consent, because Judar. Also, if she was in her right mind, she wouldn't be leaning in close and looking at him dead in they eye. But she wasn't.]

My house. My rules. I'll only agree to Stumpy if I get to pick our next room mate.

[Because she's still high enough to call the poor man Stumpy. Imagine if she accidentally calls him that to his face.]

Whatever. You'll like him better than me, anyway. He's super serious and boring.

[And capable of drying his own hair.]

Most of his family is super serious and boring. His cousin has the dumbest beard in the world.

[Cousin/stepbrother/mortal enemy. Whatever.]

Excuuuuse me! I'm not boring!! Ask Arno! We go on a lot of crazy, stupid adventures together.

[As if he knows who Arno even was.]

In the tree? There's not even anything crazy here. It's the most boring place ever.

[He doesn't need to know who Arno is, really.

...yeah this tree is stupid. I hate it here.

[Pause. Now, either her high was starting to come down, or she just reached that moment when she realizes she's so bored, she actually wants to ruin stuff. She looks how at his hands than back at him.]

Wanna go freeze stuff?

Yeah. What stuff?

[That would be the answer no matter what his mental state. It's questionable how effective his magic will be, but what does he care? It's not like he has any interest in keeping the tree intact. He should but he really doesn't.]

Well, what do you feel like freezing? I'm game with anything except animals or our food supply because of obvious reasons.

[VERY obvious reasons.]

Oh! How about we go freeze things in the level with all the laundry? That should be fun.

What? Like everyone's clothes?

[He jumps to his feet, wobbling a little at first before finding his footing.]

I'm in!

Edited 2015-05-28 18:43 (UTC)

Perfect!

[She shoots up to her feet and also wobbles a little. Her heels just chose the perfect time to betray her. But she managed. Cynthia pulls out her gem and waits for her wings to show up. But she was definitely excited for this.]

But why stop there? Why don't we freeze the toilets and see how many people accidentally sit on ice!

Well, I'd just freeze everything. I don't like aiming.

[Too much work and when you work on the level he usually does, it's totally unnecessary.]

I've done stuff like this before, you know. It's pretty easy.

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