( spring catch-all )

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WHO: Noé and you!
WHAT: Spring catch-all
WHEN: Thorughout spring
WHERE: Wherever
WARNINGS: N/A, if something comes up this will be updated!

( I )

[ Noé happens to be in the town when he notices a familiar white cat wandering around the town square. As soon as he confirms it's his cat, Noé rushes to pick him up. ]

Murr! You're here! You haven't married anyone!

[ What is this nonsense. Also, Murr welcomes him with claws to the face because he doesn't remember agreeing to be picked up.]

( II )

[ Whether you're talking to Noé or just passing by, he'll... wrap his arms around you to pull you into a hug. ]

I'm sorry, I'm... very... sleepy...

[ He's already dozed off. This is the power of the random effects. ]

( Wildcard )

[ Always open to more threads and writing closed starters, hit me up on plurk @ koohii or discord @ mad#1460 for plotting. Also here's his plotting comment and bingo! ]

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dec event ⬥ owen

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( continued from here )

[ There's no point in arguing with Owen, at least not now when he's processing his answer. ]

Excuse me?

[ The reality of the situation sinks in inexorably until it finally clicks and Noé winces. ]

I must have committed some grave sin.

[sicklysweet]

[He doesn't laugh, but laughter might be preferred over the incredibly smug look on Owen's face, and the way he leans in to Noé's space. It exaggerates the difference in their heights, but Owen doesn't seem to mind the way he has to crane his head up.

He places a hand on his chest, completely disregarding their personal bubbles.]

You must have done something truly detestable to end up with me. How dreadful. I'm not sure there's any salvation waiting for you, as it must have been too abhorrent to be forgiven.

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[ Sir, this is gay. Noé not taking a step back is also lowkey gay. Owen sounds just like his companion from home and it almost makes him let out a groan. On the other hand, he already knows that Owen and people like him live off being insufferable, so... ]

I think I'll live. Have you ever been carried before?

[ This question might sound nonsensical, but he has a plan, promise. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Some people are just very gay, Noé! Some gay people also just want to be very off putting.]

Carried?

[…]

If you pick me up, I’ll kill you.

[With what power?]

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[ Noé just grabs him unceremoniously and goes for the over-the-shoulder carry. ]

Sure, you can. Just help me with weeds first. I'm not doing that all on my own.

[sicklysweet]

[HELLO?]

Put me down, you absolute brute!

[His elbows are sharp and he’s not afraid to use them, as he flails wildly.]

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Oof.

[ Being poked by these elbows hurts, but he tries not to complain too much. That would give Owen satisfaction and it's the last thing Noé wants. ]

I'm Noé, not brute. Call me by my name, please.

[ Time to casually walk all the way to their farm. ]