#I have repeated the balloon animal thing too many times already lmao BUT I JUST- ITS SO INTERESTING WHERE DID YOU GO TO GET IT AT???

[sepiasys]

Learned about a walk-in interview thing to sign up for? It’s on the 28th. 6 different things to sign up for(?), is for getting a job.

I can already feel the anxiety bubbling up in my body :(

It’ll be fine, though. As awkward as it’ll be.

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HAHA HEY LOOK ITS A DRAFT FROM AUGUST 25TH THAT I DIDNT POST

Anyways we (me and bestie) havent been sent the thing for the interview or whatever. We (sys) have been kinda planning to not go anyways tbh. I’m sure it’d have been interesting but also, I’m pretty sure we’re not really prepared for job stuff yet.

[miasmaforest]

First time I’ve written something complete so I figured I’d post it here too along with AO3. If you like gay as hell medics then you’ve got the right fanfic~

Part of it was based off this post that I made a while ago and the fact that I'm a sucker for carnival games lmao. Micah belongs to me, Leander to GrayToneSkies on AO3.

Leander could practically smell all of the fried food and heart attacks on a stick as soon as they step through the banners and into the festival, also accompanied by the excited clamoring and even yelling of the patrons roaming about the different attractions.

Leander was not a people person in the slightest. The medic's face had a perpetual glare etched onto it as he looked through all of the people eagerly ambling from one stall or tent to the next. He looked up at the other medic, his bespectacled boyfriend who seemed to having a much better time than he was. He lightly elbowed his side to get his attention before signing at him.

'Why are we here again? There's too many obnoxious fucks around.'

"I just thought it'd be nice and walk around the festival. The Midgard Library only hosts it once a year after all," He glanced down, a small smirk playing on his face. "Would you rather be cooped up in our dorm studying for classes?"

Oh hell no. 'Anything's better than that crap.'

"Then come on, it's not that bad being out here. I'll even buy you some overly cheesy food from a cart, my treat."

Well, Leander couldn't say no to that proposal. Placated with a container of chips drowning in molten, gooey cheese in hand, he walked beside his boyfriend amidst the crowds of people in a slightly better mood than before.

Though he had to admit, the festival wasn't TOO bad. It was only him and Micah wandering about together, looking at all the different brightly colored stalls and lights that ranged from carnival games to shops and food stands. There were a few people being obnoxious fucks but then again, this is a public festival. Plus some of the games actually looked kind of fun. It could have been worse, he supposed.

One of the stands seemed a bit more colorful than the others with the long wall of small multicolored balloons lined up in neat rows. Plushie prizes were hanging on the walls adjacent. Some people were already lined up and throwing what looked like darts at them, some hitting their marks and popping them. He stared at the stall for a few moments before nudging Micah’s arm and pointing at it.

'Hey, how good do you think you are at that one?'

"Balloon darts?" Micah tilted his head. "Hm. I'm not sure not be honest. Can't say I've played many carnival games in my life."

'It's just aiming and throwing. You're good at aiming when you use your gun.'

"Firing a gun is different than throwing darts. Though, I may as well give it a shot. Why not?"

Leander snorted at the likely unintentional pun as he followed Micah up to the booth and watched him hand over a few shiny ental coins in exchange for a handful of six darts.

A lot of them just looked like generic plushies of bears and other miscellaneous animals, most of them too tiny to be actual proper stuffed animals in his opinion. There were a few larger ones that looked a bit more higher quality and more unique. Probably the grand prizes for anyone willing to shell out a shitload of money to trade up or are lucky enough to win them on their first game.

Five... weird ones looked like they could be related monsters but looked too cute to be any. They all seemed to have some tree sprout thing on top of their heads and pairs would have the same body shape whether it was some cloth ot a tail save for a blue and rainbow one. That one actually had a body with a poncho.

The others just looked like multi-colored puff balls with puny legs and different faces; probably some cheap attempt at getting some kind of plushie out. Though, there was an orange one with white eyes and a strange rectangular open mouth. Just looking at it made Leander uneasy but he couldn't place why.

The sound of a loud pop snapped his attention back to his boyfriend. Micah's prosthetic arm was supporting his body on the counter as he leaned forward, right eye squeezed shut as he focused intently on the wall ahead of him. One baloon was popped with a dart sticking out in the wall where only latex scraps remained. He picked up another dart from the counter and drew his arm back, gaze fixed at the wall for a few moments before forcefully throwing his arm and thus the dart forward. A small determined smirk and a quiet 'hm' followed the resounding pop as he reached for yet another dart to repeat the process.

Leander had to admit, he LOVED seeing Micah when he was this determined.

Four more burst balloons later the man behind the counter enthusiastically rang a rather loud cowbell.

"Amazing, you've got six in a row! You're a winner!" The man cried out. "Pick any prize you'd like, good sir!"

Micah turned to look at Leander, golden eyes seemingly scanning the raven-haired man's face intently which brought a faint blush to his face. What the hell was he doing?

He turned back to the stand keeper and pointed to one of the large puff balls while voicing his confirmation, a red one with an angry face on it. The stand keeper picked up a cane and prodded at the plushie for a few moments before it came dislodged from the wall and he handed it over. After a brief exchange of words, Micah glanced back down at Leander and nodded away from the stand. Micah took a few steps away and Leander was quick to follow.

"Apparently the round plushies are based off a FOE in Armoroad called a Pasaran," His arms held out the plushie towards Leander. "Here, it's for you."

'Wait, for me?' Leander felt his face heat up as he took the plushie into his own arms, briefly looking it over before looking back up. 'Why this one?'

Micah simply shrugged at the shorter medic, a small smile on his face. "It just reminded me of you is all."

Leander blinked before giving him the fiercest glare and quickly making his hands fly to briefly sign at him. 'YOU ASS.' Massive goddamn beautifully golden-haired noble asshole-

"Point proven," Micah lightly chuckled. "I can ask them to swap it out if you'd li-"

Almost immediately, Leander held the red ball of fluff closer to his chest in an almost protective manner. Well, as protectively as someone who needs his hands to communicate can. 'No, it's fine. I like it; really.'

Another genuine smile. "I'm glad you do," Micah pulled out his money pouch and scanned the sea of people. "I'd like to go on some of the rides if you're up for it. I think you only have to pay one ticket per ride this evening."

'If we go on one of the more extreme rides, I'll pay for the tickets.' He did win him the stuffed Pasaran after all.

"Sounds fair to me." Micah reached out to gently clasp one of Leander's and and he happily accepted it. Sure it'd be pretty much impossible for him to talk with one hand holding Micah's and the other holding the red plush in the other but meh.

It wasn't the worst situation in the world.