#babycorn and her aversion to fishes

[hqmillioncorn]

Lalapril 4/2:  Guild

It had been only a few months since Babycorn had first heard Cherrypit speak more than one word at a time. Since then he’d been running around excitedly pointing out and telling his sister all sorts of things he could say in at least five words or less.

Babycorn was happy to listen until the day he spoke the words-

“I wanna fish!”

Cherrypit held the just-little-too-big-for-him fishing rod in his small hands and kicked his legs happily. The water under him splished and splashed, a sure sign that what he was fishing for was down there.

“Fishy~! Fishy~! Fishy!!” he sang to himself and any other fishies in the ocean that would care to listen.

He was finally doing the exact thing that he had been begging Babycorn to do since they came back to Limsa Lominsa, and that incredibly specific thing was fishing!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!

He was so happy about finally getting to fish that he composed an original song all about how excited he was to go fishing. 

The melody was repetitive and it only consisted of one lyric so far but the people around him seemed to enjoy it, and none more than Babycorn who was listening to him from a safe six fulms away.

From behind a barrel.

As Cherrypit’s song reached the chorus he took a second to look back at his sister. “Bebe! Fish! Look! Look!” He wiggled the fishing rod in his hands and the line wiggled in place like one of the worms Babycorn had eaten.

Babycorn’s fearful gaze finally peeked through from behind the safety of her barrel. “D-Did you catch one?” Babycorn had already told him that when he caught the fish he needed to run over to the fisher’s guild and quickly turn it in.

It wouldn’t be too hard for him to do, given that they were right outside it and the distance wasn’t enough to sever their life thread. 

Babycorn gave them these specific instructions because she knew the first thing he would do was run to show the fish to her. Because of her aversion to fish Babycorn also knew that the first thing she would do once she set her eyes on the monstrosity was let out a loud scream.

The last thing she wanted to do was attract any unwanted attention.

It was better that she observe and watch him from a distance for now. Until she actually worked up the bravery to even walk into the fisher’s guild.

Cherrypit wiggled the fishing rod some more and shook his head. “Not yet!” He just wanted to make sure Babycorn knew that the fishies were coming. Sooner or later.

For a while that’s where they stayed.

Every few minutes or so Sisipu would walk out just to check if Cherrypit was still fishing on the same part of the dock as before. She had to admit, it was a bit of a shock to have a two-year-old waddle into the guild and ask to join. Especially a two-year-old that seemed so strangely familiar.

But she figured it wouldn’t hurt to give him the ‘Baby’s First Fishing-Rod’ they had in the back for some reason.

Maybe it had been fished out at the harbor at some point?

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As the sun began to set on Limsa Lominsa Cherrypit was no closer to catching a fish as he had been that morning. That, however, did not deter his enthusiasm to catch a fish nor did it decrease Babycorn’s fear of being near a wriggling, disgusting fish.*

*Babycorn’s opinions on fish are hers and hers alone.

Alongside the many other people that walked past him was a happy couple. He turned to give them a little wave, not noticing as the fishing rod started to slip out of his hand. The couple increased their walking speed once an extra helping hand to hold the fishing rod emerged from Cherrypit’s mouth.

Just then-! A shake! A wriggle! Coming from Cherrypit’s fishing rod!

Babycorn shrieked despite the actual presence of a fish. “Cherry! Cherryyyy!!!” She danced around in a panic and tried her best to point at him while averting her gaze, “Cherry! The fish! The fish is there! Hurry up and catch it and get it over with! Please pleasepleaseplease uwuauwabuwbaubuwuuu” She crouched down and covered her eyes.

Cherrypit’s extra arm retracted back into his mouth and he put total concentration on catching the fish foolish enough to take his bait.

“Fishie! Fishie trapped!!” He taunted.

Cherrypit’s strength was nothing to be laughed at so reeling in a fish was literal child’s play to him. The problem came when just a simple pull caused the fish to be propelled high into the air.

“Ack?!” Babycorn watched as the fish looked to almost reach airship levels of height and start to come back down. To Babycorn’s horror the dreaded fish looked like it was going to land right on her precious baby brother. 

“NOOOO!!! Cherry! Watch out!” Babycorn emerged from her hiding place and leapt to cover Cherrypit from the horrors of a fish landing on him.

“Bebe?” He was a little confused. Try as he might, he was unable to pull her off.

Then the fish landed on Babycorn’s head.

This caused Babycorn to faint immediately.

“Cherryyy…T-The fish…Wa..a..a...” Were her last words before she lost consciousness.

Cherrypit was confused at his sister’s sudden nap but he also couldn’t have been any happier. “Bebe! Bebe look!” Now that Babycorn had fallen back on the pier Cherrypit could move around and go pick up the fish that had plopped back to the ground. He grabbed it and held it up for the world to see.

“Fishie! Fishie! Look Bebe loooook!” Cherrypit had no idea what kind of fish he just caught. He also didn’t know that it was not the fish he was tasked to catch. “Mama! Papa! Look! Fishie!” Cherrypit held the fish in all sorts of different directions so their mama and papa could see from wherever they were.

Then Cherrypit grabbed the fish with his mouth and picked Babycorn up from the ground with both his hands. Something he was very used to doing by now. 

“Go Bebe!” he started his waddle back to the Fisher’s guild.