#resiliencyinstarliight

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@resiliency-in-starlight asked: “Where did you get those?” || Bruises and Bruising

"Uh. Smoothies."

Gary, unless you can pull those photon daggers out of your gut and put them into a blender and drink them with some dragonfruit and a crazy straw, those are not smoothies. And that's not even what she asked.

[thundergoodspeed]

Gary was still getting used to the town and its...very strange people. He was also trying his best to explain Christmas to the several aliens on his team. (Clarence had likened it to 'Carnivolo', to which Gary had rolled his eyes and said, "That's actually more like a narcissistic Thanksgiving, but go off I guess?")

He was just explaining what a Christmas tree was to Little Cato when Nimue's call reached his ears, and he grinned. "That's another thing. Ever hear of hot cocoa?" he said.

"I mean, yeah. Hot cocoa's kind of a universal thing."

"Well then, let's go get some freaking cocoa!" he said, racing downstairs. He blinked at the spread. "Holy crap, Nimue, did you do all this yourself?"

"Where's the whipped cream?" Little Cato said, a mug already in his paws.

@thundergoodspeed​ Come get your cookies >:0

Okay, so MAYBE she doesn’t celebrate the holidays like most do. Where she’s from, and this sticking around as she was raised even in America, Christmas was something that always stayed celebrated more for children and younger lovers. However, one holiday ‘tradition’, if you could call it that, was always baking cookies for the season.

The house absolutely had mixed smells, but it was VERY obvious that it was a mix of ginger and also chocolate. Having just pulled out a fresh batch of both Gingersnap and Chocolate Snickerdoodle cookies out of the oven before placing in a new batch. There’s also cups of hot cocoa that were freshly made on the counter, her assuming that those who had stayed in per her offer might want them.

“…I probably should’ve asked what kind of cookies they like. Oh well.” Taking a deep breath, she shouts just loud enough to be heard. “Hey! There’s hot cocoa ready on the counter! If you want marshmellows or whipped cream you’re going to have to add it yourself!”

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@resiliency-in-starlight​ said: Nimue vc;; You know you could just kiss me on the cheek, right?

“Well, yeah, but I still have to ask. What, you think I’m just gonna touch a lady without her say-so? Come on, man.”

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not me coming in here to place down a 💋 >.>

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

"I-I mean, we just met...are you okay with getting kissed? Because if you're not I don't have to." Coughs a little. "Bu-but you're really pretty, so I, you know, I'd kinda like to."

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“Do you want me to make you some chicken soup?”

“What? Nooo, it’s fine, I’m fine, we’re--” He was about to say “good” but he broke off in a short burst of coughing. “...Please don’t make me stay in bed all day.”

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@resiliency-in-starlight​

Well, Gary wasn’t usually the type to just walk backstage with a bouquet after some show he hadn’t even meant to crash. But here he was, holding a rose and standing in front of a dressing room door.

He hesitated before he could knock, frowning. “Really, Gary? You’re just gonna waltz backstage and give a flower to some super amazing lady you’ve never met just because she did cool stuff on stage? You’re a...” He paused, catching his  blurry reflection in the shiny star on the door. He glared at it, pointing accusingly. “You creep. You creeper.”

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🔪

@resiliency-in-starlight sent 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

Wait. Had he just...?

Look, he didn't know his hand had a sword function! Granted, he probably should have known, since the SAMEs all had them and he had taken the arm from a SAME. But how was he supposed to know it'd pop out when someone snuck up on him?

Hearing footsteps behind him, he yelped, quickly turning. "I-I-I can explain--"

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"I mean, no, the-the-they really aren't," he said, coughing slightly. He was trying to tug one of them out. "They're from, yo-you know...bounty hunters. Di-did I mention the bounty on my head?"

Gary stop trying to pull it out.

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@resiliency-in-starlight asked: “Where did you get those?” || Bruises and Bruising

“Uh. Smoothies.”

Gary, unless you can pull those photon daggers out of your gut and put them into a blender and drink them with some dragonfruit and a crazy straw, those are not smoothies. And that’s not even what she asked.

“That’s not what I asked and you know it. What happened to you?!” She can’t even pull the daggers out without worry about him bleeding out. “We need to get you medical attention like, right now! These don’t even look like weapons that are from here to begin with.”

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resiliency-in-starlight​:

“Stop!” Quickly grabbing his hands, she makes sure he DOESN’T try to pull them out. “They’re keeping you from bleeding out. We need to get you somewhere to heal. You said you have a medbay on your ship right? Where’s your ship? I’ll take you there but you CAN’T pull these out until I know you’re gonna have medical attention. And I’m going to get you something so if you get attacked again you can notify me instantly. But first we need to get you taken care of.”

"'Sfine, I can...I can get it out, no...no problem...I'm the master commander..."

It was getting hard to see. Hard to think, even. It was all he could do to stand on his own two feet. This was...this was bad, wasn't it?

He struggled to comprehend her question. "...Water. A pond thing...'s parked near th..."

He stumbled, one hand reaching out instinctively. Through the haze, he hoped he was grabbing her shoulder and not anywhere awkward, but he was past caring.