[Pyrr Solstice Festival] Volcanic Hot Springs

[Sparky]

[Refs]

    Fully intending on just heading home, Luke hadn't even considered Luna reaching out to grab him. Shimmering, silver eyes looked back towards the white haired woman. Watching as she fought to find her own words. He could feel the girl's amethyst gaze studying the cloth bound arm, her touch barely felt below the surface of it's covering. Luke pursed his lips and cast his gaze aside, once more hiding his eyes under his hair. She still doesn't know... And yet she looked so fascinated with it. It twisted the young techy's stomach into a writhing mass of knots. 

    When was he going to tell her?

    What would Luna even say when she found out?

    Pulled from his thoughts at her words, the young man looked back slightly. Still keeping his eyes (mostly) hidden, but only just. He could see her expression, the nerves working her features. Once more, he felt the coiling in his stomach. She's forcing this. The young techy thought. I really fucked up that hard and embarrassed her that much, and she's still trying her best to overcome it. Hesitating, Luke opened his mouth, then shut it again. All he needed right now was a chance to take a breath. In... and out.  Once more, with feeling.
    
    "Hey, chill a bit..." He began. The young man turned back, gently tugging his arm away from the girl. An idle hand came to rub at the spot she'd touched, nervous and worried. Emotions he tried not to let reach his expression. "There's no need to get all anxious... I know I messed up a bit, but... you don't gotta force nothin', Luna. Ye? I already caused enough trouble here, I don't feel right sticking around much longer. I especially don't want to let you be seen with me and make you even more nervous and embarrassed after what I'd done." 

    Luke was trying to think of her feelings exclusively right now. In his mind, she was blushing and stammering because he'd made her anxious from his dumbass idea. Curse his addiction to butt-chugging dumbfuck juice. Continuing, though, he thought of all the dirty gazes that he'd gotten. Walking around with her, spending time with her, that was a nice idea... but he didn't want those gazes turned onto her. Luna was so much better  than he was, and she didn't deserve to get those kinds of looks just because of his own mistakes. The young tech-head gently nudged Luna's shoulder with a gloved fist, offering the girl a small smile. It was genuine and warm, lacking any hint of his thick-headed nature. This was an honest attempt. 

    "I'll see you at home. Promise I'll treat you to dinner or something as an apology for all this, alright...?" Luke shifted and, after a moment's thought, opened his hand and let it come to rest on Luna's head. Just like Io used to do for all of them when they were upset. "You're my best friend, Luna. I'm sorry I hurt you tonight. Don't stay out too late, and enjoy yourself man. I'm gonna head out myself. Besides, I'm pretty sure Ty's already bailed out and headed home anyways."

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[Refs]

    He had not, in fact, already bailed out and headed home. 

    He was no where even close to heading home. 

    In fact, all things considered, now that Ty thought about it, Luke got off easy compared to him. At least Luke didn't have to deal with a god. Pleasant as Solitaire might have looked, it had the same aura that Callahan had when he was disappointed and trying not to strangle him to death. Or maybe that was just all inside Ty's head and he was being paranoid. Oh gods, if Luke actually was the one who got caught by Solitaire, Ty could only imagine the hell that'd come from that. Actually, no. Not the hell, the funeral. 
    
    Shadowed eyes registered the appearance of a random fuck-off trolley. But rather than freaking out about it, Ty fairly quickly pieced together the fact that- hey, god of festivities, therefore, not a surprising appearance. Honestly, the guy's more surprised that it wasn't summoned up sooner, if anything. The lid of the ballcap tilted up and down slowly as the young punk shifted his gaze from the man, to the cup, then back. "Ehm... right... sure, I suppose? ...Thank you..." 

    Carefully, the young man took the offered cup. He wasn't a super big tea drinker, but not taking a drink when it was offered was bad manners. A punk with manners. Shocking. You know that was almost contradictory. It was difficult to know this, or notice, though under the shadows of his hat, Ty's gaze nervously shifted off to the corners of his vision, placing Solitaire in his peripherals. Slowly, the young man gave the drink a couple puffs to cool it enough for a small, hesitant sip. 

    And then the poison kicked in and killed him, the end.

    No? 

    Alright, guess he still has to sit here and suffer, it was a good attempt though. 

[Luna]

[Refs]

For a moment, Luna seemed pretty alright with Luke’s hand on her head before she realised that this wasn’t the time or place for that. She shook her head, making his hand fall off. “Listen, idiot, I’m asking you to stay for dinner because-” ‘Because it’s honestly not fun eating dinner alone’, is what she would have said if she could bring herself to say it. Especially in a place like this, more was in fact merrier.

She huffed out a sigh. Luke caused a huge fuckin mess too. They’d probably get glares all night from those that were around when that shit happened. “Yeah fine, whatever.” She started to walk off, acting like it wasn’t going to bother her. Unfortunately, it was easy to read that this was just a really bad coverup for her conflicted feelings. She wanted him to stay but she was also really annoyed with him and Ty. Damn it why was this so hard?!

She continued her way down to get food, finding a spot in the corner to settle in. It was up to Luke if he wanted to make some grand re-appearance or whatever. But Luna was just going to do her best to get past these feelings for now.

[[God] - Solitaire]

♠♥♣♦[smear:#4dbeff]Solitaire[/smear:#FF66DB:1]♦♣♥♠

[smear:#4DBEFF]“Now.”[/smear:#ff66db:0], the man started as Ty was mostly all good and settled. [smear:#4DBEFF]“I would be lying if I said this wasn’t about earlier.”[/smear:#ff66db:0] Despite saying that, Solitaire didn’t seem to shift in tone or his general pose. [smear:#4DBEFF]“I spoke with the staff, and agreed to have special accommodations for the more bothered guests. The staff also agreed to allow you to stay on the basis that this is a festival but also that this doesn’t happen again. Unfortunately, they’ve got me to swear on keeping an eye on everything to the core during the festival to ensure everyone’s enjoying their stay here.”[/smear:#ff66db:0] Though with how he spoke of it, it didn’t seem like this was an out of the ordinary promise the god had to make. Something hinted at Ty that this was actually part of his duties given what his domain was.



Everything still seemed to be relaxed, no fire and pitchforks here. [smear:#4DBEFF]“Now tell me son, why’d you do it? Throwing a buddy under the bus like that isn’t very polite of you.”[/smear:#ff66db:0], he continued, placing a hand over the other as he watched Ty. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, none that Ty could find. Just a neutral gaze hit the boy. [smear:#4DBEFF]“It’s not uncommon for there to be a few hiccups in a festival, but I will say that a cannonball in a hotsprings is one I haven’t heard in quite a while.”
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