🍇 the fall is colder, but its warm all the same 🍇

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WHO: Steinbeck and...you!
WHAT: Open prompts and closed starters for the fall!
WHEN: Fall time baby!
WHERE: Everywhere
WARNINGS: will update as needed, but its steinbeck, what do you expect

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ACHILLES (CHOCOLATE SHARING)

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[What...does he do with these.]

[Steinbeck is wandering around with chocolate box in hand, looking a little pensive, until he sees a familiar (carrot) face - he beelines right over, grinning.]

If it ain't Achilles! How is everything?

what a cute gif...

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[ the chocolates aren't a bad gesture, he thinks. initially, he thought of it as something akin to a token of affection from the goddess, but he sees that is all but mistaken. (sad...) not that this was bad either. especially, when a familiar face greets him. ] Hey! Well, you know, same as always.

Kinda wish there was a little more excitement, but can't complain. [ besides, he comprehends that not everyone would be all too pleased with his idea of stimulation. regardless, he does recalibrate himself to ask something he was wondering about prior to steinbeck calling out to him. ]

How about you? [ was it just his imagination that he seemed a bit contemplative? ]

chooses this over the 12719 body horror ones

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Haha, same here, actually. Though at the same time, I'm a lazy guy, too.

[He gives a little shrug, before glancing down at the chocolate box in hand.]

Alright. I got these. Not sure what to do with them, actually. Want some?

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Being a lazy guy seems like a waste of your talents. [ but, outside of fighting and battles, he supposes while there were a lot, they weren't nearly as exciting. almost like the were simple spices compares to the main event.

but, at the talk of what steinbeck was thinking about back there, he seems to give an easy shrug of his shoulders. why not? ] Sure, I'm not one to say no to someone giving me something. [ he was an honest and simple man, after all.

that said, he holds out his own: ] Should we make it a trade then?

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You really think so?

[He...actually seems a little surprised? Like, honestly blinking at him.]

Sure. Why not? Choose one, and I'll grab one, too. Three, two, one, go-

[He nabs one with his free hand.]

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[ in a way, he also doesn't expect steinbeck's surprise and seems to counter it with a bit of confusion. his head cocking to the side as if to silently inquire why he's so shocked. ] Of course. Do I seem like the type to lie? [ just a small chuckle, as he ends up grabbing one of his chocolates in turn.

he probably should have removed his working gloves, but he supposes it didn't matter now, as he stuffs the chocolate into his mouth.

it's not a bad flavor, but he keeps chewing. ] Mmm, it's not bad.

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No, but...

[For the first time, he's a little flustered, but he's quickly shoving it under with a raise of his hand to tug down at his own hat.]

It's not? That's good. [Yeah! Let's move on! Chocolate time! He's going to pop his one in his mouth and give it a good thoughtful chew.] Mm. Hey, yeah. These are pretty good.

[His eyes feel a little...itchy? Hm.]

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[ oh.

he didn't expect him to fluster, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing to witness, or so he thinks. hence, he seems to give his own knowing look at that. ] No need to shy. I'd like to think since we matched fists, we have a special bond, after all.

[ which is probably not convincing considering he's still chewing through the chocolate before swallowing it down. but, huh... why does he feel like he's in the mood to move his body. he seems to shift from one leg to another. ... to an unspoken beat, which is embarrassing to type out of nowhere. ]

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For a guy who speaks with his fists, you have some really nice words up your sleeve, too. [There's a tinge of blush in his cheeks.] But I'm not shy, come on...

[Special bond, huh...anyways! He's choosing to move on a little, glancing at the man's feet with a curious gaze, before he feels something suddenly dripping out of his eyes.]

[Ah.]



[Why is he....crying? Huh?]

What the hell-?

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[ ah... this is kind of pure?

it almost makes him feel kind of sheepish just watching him. he's about to give a laugh, especially as he feels oddly enough... in a good mood to start dancing, but it seems ill-timed when suddenly, he starts crying!?! ]

H-hey, my bad. There's no need to cry over this...

[ he wants to comfort him, but instead he literally starts singing his words out. ... which is somehow just the lyrics of twinkle twinkle little star. i am sorry, i'm not creative. ]

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Ah...

[The tears keep coming. He's so confused, wiping them away, and then......Achilles speaks, and he stares for a moment.]

[He lets out a laugh, but with the tears, it comes out as a hiccup-like cough.]

What are you doing?

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[ this is probably a sight to behold by anyone who has the misfortune to walk in on such a scene. while achilles is acutely aware of how genuinely messed up this looks, all his attempts to thwart his own movements are met with more dance steps and a certain vigor in his singing?

is that vibrato? maybe, but he seems equal parts passionate and joyful, even as he continues to sing along an answer to steinbeck. ] 🎶 I don't actually know.

Maybe your tears broke me? 🎶

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Ahaha...

[The laugh comes out like he's almost choking on it. What IS this? Why the hell is he dancing? WHY IS HE SINGING?? THIS IS SO FUNNY]

Maybe they did. What the hell is happening...?

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That's what I'm asking you. Please make me stop. 🎶

[ it isn't like he's particularly good at this and yet here he is, singing his heart out to a crying steinbeck. but despite it, he seems to grab steinbeck's shoulders desperately, shaking him... as if this would stop any of this. shaking and dancing... what a combo. ]

Is it what we ate...?