#//they're not saying it but yes... its a rest stop :3c

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🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

I don't know which OC to ask... But they're all so sweet that I'd like to know the ones you remember :D

>:3c hehe you chose that bc it's a pineapple didn't you XD

Twst

Will's comfort place would be in the roof's of Ramshackle, however their friends and Grim, by the time twst ends, know they will be there, so their second place of confort becomes the first: the town, walking in the streets without a destination, people wat hing and by the end they find themselves at the beach, the in and out of the ocean at the sting sun is a nice end to their walk, it's a nice way to clean Will's mind

Arthuro's place is the highest place in rsa, the top of the castle he can reach in his broom, noone to bother and a fine view to look at, besides, flying in a broom is the only thing he's actualy good at, so it's a pride point to him being able to stay up there in the harsh wind

Finnian's his room, cliche but he likes his privacy and will lock his roommate out in a bad mood, his things are well hiden and placed, everything there is his and his alone, at the end of the day is were he will rest and finaly process the day, so his room is the only place he can call comforting

Akir's in a ship, any ship, he knows how ships work, how to sail and how to stop, the waves of the sea are comforting and in his luckiest day he can spot a pretty fish, a whale or even a manta ray

Pokemon

Caina's comfort place becomes mesprit's lake, it's the only place she can pinpoint what will become in the future, the nearest place she can find of home, it's as melancholy as it is comforting, it will stay the same, and perhaps she can even see the little town of twinleef start to form...

Alice's anywhere near people, a town's center, a cafe, for her job she has to change place to place, but nothing like the murmur of people as the background noise to give her a comfort, she's not alone, life goes on, people will met and say goodbye, but nothing ever truly stops

Sebastian will say anywere that is fancy, it reassures him that yes,he has the money to be here, yes, this is him, yes this is his life and money. However he doesn't notices how he relax in a cafe, a tiny one, hiden away from the public, it's not frequently that he visits, but when he does it's a very welcome change... even if he will never admit

Not fandom ones

Andrew's the outside on the road, he has lived most his life on travels and bellow the night sky, he loves the wind in his face and the fresh air in his lungs even if he doesn't need them anymore, the far way from a modern city the better. It's realy rare when he can finaly be in his own comforting place but when he gets there he makes sure to appreciate it in its fullest peace

Kaligola's his lab, people who will actualy listen to him and take him seriously are there, his proudest experiments and projects will always give him confidence in memory of how hard he worked to get were he is now, yes, it may be stressful at times but this familiarity is stronger than any annoying intern not knowing when to whisper behind his back

Cornelius comfort is when he's surrounded by crows, yes, they are parts of him and at the same time not, each one of them are linked but at the same time not, and even so they stay togheter, near each other because of this comforting energy they feel... as one

Amber's comfort was not a place, but an object when young, but cramped spaces did and stil do a very good job of providing comfort, a intricate machine, spherical in appearance, wooden in shell but inside there was many tiny little pieces of machinery, each time you rearranged it something new happens, one time she even transformed the sphere in a hexagon, It grounded her and reminded her of her mom. As an adult her confort place is around working machines, the background noise of one reminds her of thsi old toy, and of what she accomplished

Einz comfort comes in his armor, he made it himself, he shapes and reshapes it as he pleases, he can't have a place, too dangerous are the consequences of getting attached to a specific place, so his clothes, or rather, what they represent, his skill as a tailor, the only thing he choose to learn, instead of needed to survive

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3C+4A Kyouya and Tamaki! Maybe they're at a fancy cruise or something and Kyouya had the misfortune of eating something bad (half of the passengers are sick) but thank god Tamaki didn't so he can take care of poor Kyouya.

3. Motion sickness C.Seasickness 4. Food poisoning A. Spoiled food .

It had been a lovely vacation. ‘Had’ being in the past tense as their lovely vacation was a thing of the past.

Kyoya’s family had planned a luxurious vacation for them on a cruise around the South Pacific. Without Kyoya’s approval, his father invited Tamaki, to maintain good relations. He was also expected to share a room with Tamaki while his older brothers stayed with his father.

Kyoya, who was expecting a vacation away from Tamaki, was not thrilled.

He spent most of the first day pouting, while Tamaki dragged him around every part of the boat exploring. He had never been on a cruise before and was bewitched by all of its charms.

One of the things he was most impressed with was the all you could eat twenty four hour buffet.

Kyoya however, had been on many cruises before and the novelty of them had long since worn off. He had no desire to get a slice of cream pie at three in the morning just because they could, yet Tamaki made him do it anyway.

Kyoya was not enjoying his vacation much at all, but he was a bit more excited when he saw they had put out the fresh seafood section of the buffet, which was his personal favorite. It was not always accessible because it had to be served fresh. Kyoya always found that sort of ironic considering they were on a boat. He took one or two of everything, knowing he wouldn’t he likely to get seconds, because the line for the seafood seemed to be a mile long.

Kyoya sat down next to Tamaki who was stuffing his face on what appeared to be a burger.

“There’s some of the highest quality seafood just over there and you’re eating peasant food?” Kyoya scorned.

Tamaki shook his head. “This isn’t peasant food, it’s steak tar tar!” He said with his mouth half full. “Besides.” He swallowed before continuing. “In Japan we eat seafood all the time. Don’t you all ever get sick of it?”

Kyoya sighed, shrugging, as he picked up a crab leg and broke it open. “I guess I can’t claim that you have poor taste, seeing as you were raised for the most part in France, a country famous for its lavish and exquisite food.” Kyoya said this a bit half heartedly, as he watched Tamaki devour his food rather distastefully. “Well, to each his own.” He said, before digging into his own meal.

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It was at about three in the morning that he was awoken. He initially believed it was a noise that had woken him, but he came to think otherwise as he turned over on his side and was struck with a terrible feeling of nausea. The feeling jutted through his entire body, making him break into a sweat and he shot up in his bed. The act of moving did not benefit him in the slightest. He pitched forward, clutching his stomach with both arms and moaning.

He looked over at Tamaki’s bed and saw him still fast asleep. Kyoya let out an internal sigh, just before he heard a noise outside, and Tamaki rolled over in bed.

Kyoya flinched when he heard Tamaki speak. “Kyoya? What are you doing up?” He sounded drowsy and rubbed his eyes as he looked at him with confusion.

Kyoya paused, trying to think of an excuse. “Ano… I heard a noise outside the door that roused my sleep.” He said, trying not to sound like he was straining himself.

“Oh?” Tamaki got out of bed, opened the door and looked outside. He gasped as he saw people sitting in the hallways with blankets. Doctor’s and nurses were wondering around with handouts, checking the passengers.

“What are you ogling at?” Kyoya put on his glasses and irritatedly pushed passed Tamaki. When he witnessed the sight his eyes widened and he swallowed hard. His heart leapt when he saw his eldest brother with his second brother’s, who was being helped with his arm over his shoulder. His brother helped him sit against the wall.

“What’s going on?” He raced up to them.

“They say it’s food poisoning.” His eldest brother sighed.

“An epidemic of food poisoning.” His second brother groaned, shutting his eyes and hugging his waist.

“What about father?” Kyoya found himself feeling worried.

“He’s fine. He’s helping the doctors make rounds.” His eldest brother told him.

Kyoya sighed a breath of relief, just before he was struck with another wave of nausea and the color drained from his face. He felt a bit wobbly on his feet and he swayed dizzily.

“Kyoya, are you feeling alright?” His eldest brother put his hand on his shoulder. “You look decidedly pale. Did you have any of the sea food?”

Kyoya was filled with panic. “S-s-sea food?” He stuttered.

His eldest brother sighed. “You’d better sit down.”

Kyoya was in too much shock to sit down. He looked around at all the sick passengers roaming around the halls like zombies. The boat was ripe with the smell of sickness. The atmosphere was almost too much for him to take.

Tamaki ran out of their room and came up behind him. “Kyoya! What’s going on?”

Before his eldest brother could even feel his forehead for a fever, Kyoya grabbed Tamaki and locked them both in their room.

He leaned against the door and slid down it to the floor, clutching his stomach and panting.

Tamaki seemed to be in as much shock as he was. “Kyoya… you’re s-sick?”

Kyoya glared at Tamaki with flaming eyes. “No! Of course I’m not sick!” He panted. He could feel sweat dripping down his forehead as his stomach tied itself in knots.

“I’ll go tell your brother. You look ill.” Tamaki tried to get passed the door but Kyoya shot him a look that made him appear as though he was about to bite Tamaki’s head off.

“I told you I’m fine!” He insisted.

Tamaki swallowed, and sat down on his bed nervously.

“Go back to bed.” He insisted.

“I’m already awake.” Tamaki told him. “Besides, it’s too noisy outside to go back to sleep.”

Kyoya snarled under his breath. “Fine. Then go out and help.”

“I’d love to help.” Tamaki admitted. “But I won’t leave you if you’re sick.”

Kyoya had just about had enough. “I said get out!” He shouted.

“No!” Tamaki refused, stomping his foot. “You are clearly ill and refusing to admit it. And I cannot in good conscious abandon a friend in need.”

Kyoya probably would have blown his top, if it weren’t for his stomach, which decided to lurch suddenly.

He cupped his hand over his mouth and pushed himself up with his free hand, darting to the restroom in the shared bedroom.

He pulled up the toilet cover gagged harshly into the bowl. Before he could even swallow to stop it from happening again, another sharp gag sent him ducking forward again. His glasses slid down his nose and he took them off. He had no intention of having a quality picture of the event anyhow. His stomach muscles tensed strongly, forcing his stomach contents up. He could feel his lunch and dinner making their way up his esophagus as he coughed painfully.

Tamaki simply stood watching, feeling helpless.

Before long, the contents of his stomach were forced out, and Kyoya found himself spewing vile liquids into the water. He spat into the toilet with disgust, panting heavily. The first bout didn’t seem to do anything to relieve his nausea, and only irritated his throat.

Only just after catching his breath, he felt his stomach convulse again and he was once again reduced to vomiting into the toilet. This went on for almost an hour.

Tamaki stood in their bedroom pacing back and forth anxiously. He couldn’t stand feeling so helpless, but Kyoya wouldn’t let him get close. Until about two hours later when Tamaki had almost drifted back to sleep, he heard Kyoya calling his name dryly. “Tamaki?”

Tamaki jumped up and ran in to see him. He found Kyoya resting his head on his arms which were leaning on the rim of the toilet. His hair was drenched in sweat and he had dark circles around his eyes. His lips were dry and his back was arched uncomfortably.

“Please-” Just trying to speak caused him to gag. “I need my brother.” His voice was raw from vomiting so much in such a short period of time.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” Tamaki assured him.

Tamaki returned shortly after with his eldest brother, who examined him briefly. Then he guided Kyoya back to his bed and placed a trash bin beside him. He closed his eyes immediately after his head hit the pillow. His brother wet a hand towel and put it over his forehead.

“Will he be okay?” Tamaki asked the moment he seemed to be finished examining him.

“He’s in for a rough night, but he’ll be fine.” He assured Tamaki.

Tamaki was relieved. “I’ll take care of him.” He asserted.

Kyoya’s brother smiled at him. “That might do him some good. I gave him some water supplements to ensure he doesn’t get too dehydrated. I plan to come back in a few hours and give him some more. If you could watch over him until then, that would be most appreciated.”

“Yes sir.” Tamaki smiled.

Chuckling at Tamaki’s response, he left the room. Tamaki pulled up a chair and sat beside Kyoya’s bed. Just as he would find himself drifting off to sleep, Kyoya would roll over with a groan and Tamaki would help him sit up and ensure he vomited into the bin. The night went on like that until his brother returned just as the sun was coming up.

“Kyoya? How are you feeling.” He asked.

Kyoya looked up at his brother with a sharp glare. “Why did you wake me up so early?”

“I came to give you something to rehydrate you.” He explained.

Kyoya scoffed. “The next time you wake me up before sunrise, it better be for something important.”