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| you put a fever inside me

▶ WHO: Adelis and you!
▶ WHAT: December open/Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until January
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: TBA

≫ The Hands-on Approach

[ he was hoping he'd be able to put off dealing with it for longer, but life is never kind, as he's come to learn the hard way. he's put a decent effort into the fields thus far, but as the days went on, it became harder to stand outside for long periods of time...especially under the blasted sun, which still made his eyes throb in pain. even it's warmth can't chase off the ice cold beneath his skin, which drains the color from adelis' features and leaving him pale as a ghost.

finally, he can't take it anymore. his pride be damned, he can't stand being nearly utterly useless. so he shoves that stupid card in his pocket, laces up his heels and attempts to make himself look presentable, and locks the door behind him on the way out.

maybe you're a neighbour, who's farm happens to be not too far. maybe you're passing by on errands, to and from town. or maybe you run into him in town itself, gaze latching onto the first tolerable(?) person to pass his vision. ]

...Pardon me.

[ he looks, well...not good. he's abnormally pale, circles dark under his eyes. while adelis holds himself up high, back straight and gaze sharp, there's an exhaustion clinging to his limbs that's easy to note. ]

I require your...assistance with something, if you've a moment to spare.

[ he's trying really hard to make it look like this isn't paining him to ask. ]

≫ Overdue

[ while not the sort you'd think to frequent the library, should you enter one day, you'll happen to see him with a rather tidy stack right next to him. the titles vary, all from various genres and tip sections, but judging by the scowl on his face, he's not having a particularly swell time.

there's an exasperated noise as he drops the one he was currently holding beside him, closed, with a soft thunk. ]

Useless. [ he isn't shouting it, but he isn't particularly keeping quiet, either, as he grumbles to himself. ] This would be far easier if I could parse half the bloody words they were using. 'Simple' my arse.

[ maybe he needs a dictionary. ]

≫ Wildcard

> want something in particular? want to fill out some bingo? shoot me a pm or dm and i'll write something asap.

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don't tag this onegai

don't tag this either (pwease)

[ continued from here (yell at me if this is in the wrong place?? ;D) ]

Then... what are your hobbies?

[ There's a mellow but sincere curiosity in his voice, even as it trails off once Kaspar catches the motion. It's not cold at all, which furrows his brow a little once again. He doesn't have anything to say about it quite yet. ]

[ If M-21's ever set foot in a library before being brought here, he doesn't remember it. But with his cellphone out of commission and exactly zero other clues where to find information of "how to not super murder plants," he's here semi-habitually.

He shoots a glance over his farming book at the irritable guy across from him. It's not like this is going brilliantly for him, but at least he can't say it's the words that are the problem. ]

...I thought we all read the language now.

[He is a neighbor who, thankfully, already happens to be out and about. Syrlya stops with an immediately double take at Adelis, brows immediately raising in concern. He looks awful.]

It's no trouble. What do you need? [A medic??]

Edited 2022-12-11 06:59 (UTC)

[ Mona enters the library and makes note of the man with a large pile of books beside him. She's content to leave him be and go about her business, but then she hears a rather audible thunk – something hitting the ground, obviously – and she turns her head towards the sound. There's grumbling and a whole lot of discontent.

What's more interesting, however, is what he's complaining about. She's curious. Mona takes her chances and approaches. ]

Oh? What sort of language are they using that's making it such a difficult read?

[He's definitely hard to miss, given he's one of the tallest people occupying the farms. He's on his way back, a book from the library in tow along with one of the run-down tools from his own farm, but he easily stops at the raised voice, a curious look over his shoulder--

--that quickly twists with concern the longer he looks at this guy. Oof...]

Eh?

Uh... Yeah, sure. I can't guarantee I'm going to be able to do much, but... I'll try.

Is everything alright?

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CLOSED POSTS

OVERFLOW

[ december overflow ☆ ]

overdue;

Hands-On

overdue

hands-on.... arrives 3 weeks late with starbucks