🌲🌸☀️ bug eater farm: summertime catch-all ☀️🌸🌲

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🐛 WHO: Kaspar Blumlund and/or Trahearne + visitors
🐛 WHAT: Summer/Jan. catch-all for the chill bug eater farm
🐛 WHEN: throughout this season
🐛 WHERE: their farm in the forest
🐛 WARNINGS: marked in headers and updated here eventually

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[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya completely knocks about and misses... all of Trahearne's rambling, as he's unable to cling to consciousness long enough to parse any of his words.

Even as Trahearne tries to stir him, he lets out a disagreeable mumble.] Not now...

[pactmarshal]

[ He chuckles, fond. He's definitely drunk way too much. It will be a challenge for Trahearne to get home, but he'll manage. ]

We're home. [ He speaks of Syrlya's house, but the wording comes naturally to him. ]

Is the door unlocked? [ He presses his back against the door, ready to push it open if given the word. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya lifts his head enough to squint at the door.] Oh, key is... in my pocket.

[He fumbles to try and pull it out.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Without much else in terms of verbal confirmation, Trahearne adjusts to slide his hand over Syrlya's and into his pocket, finding the keys with ease. ]

I've got them. Hold onto me.

[ Because he's going to shift Syrlya's weight onto one arm to hold him up while he unlocks the door. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya it quickly fading back out of consciousness, so his efforts to obey are sloppy at best. Better move quick! Or just, like, put him down for a second.]

[pactmarshal]

[ He moves quick!

The door swings open quickly as he feels Syrlya slipping from him; he readjusts his grip to hold tighter, pulling him closer. Almost there. His arms are getting tired.

He finds his way to the bedroom fairly quickly, susses out Syrlya's side, and gently lays him across the bed. A little sigh escapes his lips; he deserves a rest. So much has burdened him thus far. ]

Stay here. I'll be right back.

[ He leaves the room for a moment, and returns with a full glass of water. He places it on the bedside table as he comes to sit at Syrlya's side. ]

Rest well.

[ He leans in, not a second's hesitation as he places a soft kiss to Syrlya's forehead. ]

You know where to find me if you need me.

[ He pulls the blankets up over his shoulders and quietly makes his way to the door. And in the entranceway, he pauses to glance back at him.

His voice is quiet, not caring if Syrlya hears him or not at this point. ]

I love you. More than you know.

[ And he leaves, pulling the door shut behind him. ]