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[tylorific]

Tylor here, if we haven't met yet!

With all this noob talk, I just wanted to remind everyone that we're all new to this game. And that's amazing when you think about it! We're so lucky to be the ones here to experience it all. The important thing isn't who the best is, it's about how much fun we can have. That's the point of games, right?

So, let's all try to have fun together while we're here! Remember to eat and drink in real life too, everyone!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I'm actually kinda worried about some of you guys. Stress and taking things too seriously really isn't good for your health. You might get wrinkles in real life, no matter how gorgeous your avatar is.

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[tylorific]

If you say so!

See you soon.

[ He is never early for things, but videos games are a whole different animal. So he's already here. Unfortunately he's also been easily distracted by the architecture nearby the gate. Crouched to the side, he's still pretty hard to miss. ]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun is, unfortunately, late - very much so. By the time he gets to the location, he's wet (somehow) and he's covered in leaves (not the first time this has happened).

Upon spotting Tylor, he trots up to him, the sound of his footsteps normally silent - but made notable by the sound of water shlopping with every footstep. )

... Hello.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor looks up when the shlopping hits his ears, meandering up from wet torso to his face; leaf to leaf. He stands with a friendly smile, leaning in to get a good look at his soon to be party member. His head tilts with a little laugh as his hand reaches out to try and pluck a stray wet leaf off. ]

Hello there! Did you decide to take a swim without me?

[tablescraps]

I got lost.

( As if that were self-explanatory. )

I ended up in the water. It feels like there should be paths in the water, but there aren't.

Were you looking at something?

[tylorific]

Oh, yeah. The architecture around here is really something else.

[ Casually picking at those leaves unless stopped, he flips a couple over to admire the detail there too until they get tossed carelessly away.

Stopping to thumb over one particularly vein-y leaf, he goes on. Bright with curiosity-- ]

Did you try breathing under water?

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun doesn't seem to mind. He lets Justy go at it as long as he likes. )

I did. You begin to drown, as you would in reality. And you need to come up for air eventually. I wouldn't recommend it. It's somewhat painful to get water in your lungs, and get it back out.

[tylorific]

[ And so Tylor continues the shedding of leaves until he gets bored of it less than halfway through. At least the top half is mostly leaf free now. The last one he plucks, he twirls it between two fingers.

He frowns as that answer goes on though. ]

Boy, that sounds awful. Do your lungs still hurt?

[tablescraps]

( A pause as he seems to really have to think about it. )

... I think my lungs are still burning, yes. But it won't interfere with an Exploration run.

[tylorific]

That's no good. Mind if I listen?

[ Tylor asks casually, pointing with the leaf at the damp(?) chest in front of him. ]

I wonder if you can hear it like real life?

[tablescraps]

( It's definitely damp, but Mithrun just seems, at worst, "...?" )

... The sound of water?

( Hmm... He supposes it would be worthwhile to investigate. He can't exactly check, himself. )

All right, if you want.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor nods, still holding the leaf to mithrun1's chest. All it takes is that agreement before he slouches down, more than he already was, to press his ear to it. He breathes a little laugh at the feel of it, but doesnt shy away from the pressure. ]

Okay, now take a real deep breath.

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun does as he's suggested, his inhale gentle and slow. If Tylor's hearing is good enough, he can probably hear something in there - but nothing alarmingly life-threatening; just something that's going to be mildly annoying until he coughs it all out.

He gazes down at Tylor as he breathes in slow, recognizing the situation as strange. Pressed up against his chest, though it's damp, and closer than anyone's been to him before, other than to take care of him.

Should Tylor tell him to exhale, he'll do that, as well - and look at him expectantly for his conclusion, should he pull away. But Mithrun won't rush him either, nor question it if he seems to remain there. He studies him quietly, wondering if Tylor's gotten what he's looking for. Maybe he should have removed his shirt... )

[tylorific]

[ Tylor keeps the pressure up, with only a fraction of his weight against him. He remains quiet as he listens for the tell tale sound of fine crackles, holding his own breath as Mithrun inhales.

If Tylor considers this position strange, there is no sign of it. His body is relaxed into the slouch, knees only bent slightly. And the hand clutching the last leaf doesn't stop spinning it idly. ]

Annnd out.

[ He says eventually. Only a beat after he feels, and hears, the other's digital lungs expand as far as they can. And then he'll linger a moment after the air is released again, humming to himself before he leans back and away again. Rubbing at his now damp ear with one eye closed, Tylor's laugh is softer at the weird feeling. The amusement makes it into his assessment. ]

You really can hear it! [ A blink. ] Oh. Hey, do you know how to swim?

[tablescraps]

( In perfect sync with Tylor's signal, he exhaled, then, equally slow, equally gentle, like the wind swelling the rustling leaves and the loaning moss.

When Tylor pulls away, the assessment seems to remind him that he does, indeed, have some fluid in there still, and he should get it out. He coughs, half-curled fist to his lips. )

I do. ( Fortunately. ) I did try to stay down longer than I should've, though. There were visible tunnels under the waterline, and I thought they were intended paths. However, they were all blocked by invisible walls...

[tylorific]

[ Tylor sees the cough coming in the curl of Mithrun's fist, reaching out naturally to pat at his back as he coughs. It's a fluid motion with little force, or forethought. The touch is almost as gentle as the breaths he'd heard from the other side. The leaf is forgotten, winding its way to join the small scattering of them about their feet. ]

I'm glad, because I bet there are some water areas. And we wouldn't want to fill your lungs with any more water, after all. It's good to get that all coughed up first.

[ A short pause, another hum. ]

So do you explore a lot when you get lost too?

[tablescraps]

( He doesn't seem to mind the gesture-assistance, and answers as normal. )

Here I have. Every location here has been placed here for a reason, so it's worth understanding the layout of the area.

I haven't found anything mechanically noteworthy this way, but I've found some private spots that are largely enclosed, that you can only get into by climbing or going through an alley network. They might be all right to sit in, if the main streets ever feel too busy.

( If he can even find those spots again... )

[tylorific]

[ Then it shall continue as long as there are signs of coughing. ]

Really? Huh, I hadn't thought about it that way. All these places have been fun to look at, but is there really a reason for everything?

With that attitude and bravery, you'll know everything about this game in no time. Oh man, I sure am lucky partying with someone so pretty and smart. [ all smiles, no shame. ] We'll clear it in no time.

[ Leaning over again a fraction, hand pausing. ]

Do your lungs feel any better?

[tablescraps]

( Getting out that water one cough at a time... )

... Pretty?

( He coughs one final time, ish, and seems to let himself be for a sec, just to make sure another one's not coming. )

... I don't think they're burning anymore, no.

( He really should say thanks, but his head is screwed on a little sideways, so it doesn't occur to him to... rip )

[tylorific]

Yeah, pretty. You know what pretty means, don't you?

[ The earnestness is unrestrained, even once his hand slides away now that the coughing has subsided. ]

That's a relief!

[tablescraps]

... I do.

( He hasn't been called pretty since before The Accident (tm), so this gives him pause. )

I've been told I look creepy. My avatar looks like me, more or less.

( Weird eye and ... all the rest of him, in all. )

[tylorific]

Well, that's certainly a rude thing to say to someone.

[ Tylor tilts his head at that undeterred. He really isn't the type to shy away from looking directly at Mithrun, odd eye and all. If there's hair or anything covering said eye, Tylor reaches up casually to lift it and look. ]

Hmm. Nope, not creepy at all. Actually, it's almost like you're always winking at me.

[ So, of course, he winks too. Assuming that hand wasn't stopped, it falls back again. ]

Do you think you're pretty?

[tablescraps]

( He allows it. The hair goes up, and the eyeball rolled weirdly sits there in its damaged socket. Looking at it so intentionally, Tylor can probably tell that it's actually a glass eye.

It seems like it takes Mithrun more effort to get the damaged socket fully closed, though he does do it often enough.

He watches Tylor assess and conclude the same thing he'd concluded before, and return his inadvertent wink. He doesn't know what to think - or if he should be thinking about this at all. )

... No more than I think you're pretty. ( That sounds mean but it's not. meant to be, ) I used to be pretty vain. But now I just assess people based on their ability.

( And that sounds nicer than what it actually is - that he often only takes note of people for what they're capable of now, and not much else.

Not everyone, though. Some, he grants slightly longer assessments, though Mithrun hasn't recognized the pattern himself. )

I don't know what you're capable of yet. But talking to you is acceptable.

( More than he can say for some, that's for sure. )

[tylorific]

[ Tylor laughs at Mithrun's assessment, a clear and unrestrained sound of honest amusement that he exhales as he leans back and laces his fingers behind his head. ]

You aren't vain now. I think that's what really matters. And talking to you is acceptable too. I'd even say it's fun.

[ He blinks, like he just remembered why they were here in the first place. ]

Say, did you have any words in mind?

[tablescraps]

( "Fun"... he seems like he's going to have to think about that. )

Not really, not yet. I'm still figuring out what the most useful ones are. We can use random ones, if you don't, either.

[weaseled]

[and then yael wanders in like 🚶‍♂️👴]

...What an odd pair. What are you two up to?