🌲🌸☀️ 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 has experience with the VCR by this point, so when everything is setting up he's there troubleshooting and making sure the right buttons are pressed. Once they have the first movie up and running, he squeezes onto the couch next to Trahearne with snacks in his lap.

He's politely quiet during the movies themselves, even though he has dozens of commentary running through his mind. It is a fascinating way to deliver a story--this must be what holodramas are like. In between each movie, he's a little eager to discuss what they just watched.

...

Five movies, as it turns out, is a lot. Syrlya's already waning by movie four, and halfway through it he can't keep his eyes open anymore. As he nods off, his weight sinks sideways towards Trahearne.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Five movies is a lot. And despite Trahearne's fascination with the medium, all of the stories begin to blend together at some point. All these horse girl movies...are so formulaic.

The couch isn't as big as he or Kaspar likes, so at some point he's come to nestle himself into the corner, arm across the couch back to make room for Syrlya beside him.

Which doesn't really help the dozing situation. The sleepiness is a little infectious between the two of them; as Syrlya leans into him, Trahearne's arm slips from the back of the couch and across his shoulders, and his head dips to the side to rest atop Syrlya's.

The movie dialogue is distant in his ear. He's still convinced he's awake. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[The arm is instinctively inviting, and Syrlya tucks against Trahearne's side as he's wrapped in it. The reminder to stay awake grows even more distant, and he finds himself unable to crack his eyes open anymore.]

[hearthwarming]

[ The sound of various leaves rustling is enough to draw Ori's attention away from this incredible horse girl movie, and when she sees Trahearne and Syrlya having dozed off, she can't help but smile warmly. She glances at Kaspar and M-21 to see if they've similarly dozed off, but regardless...

With a quiet little giggle she waves her hand, drawing on her arcane energy to cause flowers to grow around both of their heads. Congratulations on your flower crowns! ]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne, with his cheek against Surprise
Syrlya's head, notices something different about his resting spot. He shifts, burying his face into Syrlya's hair, trying to avoid the tickle on his nose.

Still doesn't prevent him from grunting in confusion (he's still awake, you know). ]

Hm...?

[chronosynthesis]

[Trahearne's stirring jostles Syrlya, which some sleepy corner of his mind doesn't appreciate. So his weight sinks against Trahearne's arm, face burying against his neck in a weary effort to pin him down.]

[hearthwarming]

[ Success! Ori can't help but smile, proud of herself as she watches them only further settled against each other.

Her work here is done. She's going to sneak off, with a roll of 15 in Stealth (which is good, for once), to help clean up around the place as thanks for hosting the movie night. ]

[pactmarshal]

[ You know what this needs? A cat.

Trahearne's little tuxedo, Phantom, sees it is snooze time and decides to join in. He hops up onto the couch and sprawls over Trahearne and Syrlya's lap.

Feeling the warmth on his legs, Trahearne's other hand drops from the arm of the couch and rests on the fur of the creature, but doesn't do much more besides that. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Left undisturbed, Syrlya will sleep a while yet. But the sound of other people moving and the uncomfortable position means he doesn't sleep there forever. Eventually he stirs against Trahearne, cracking his eyes open to be met with the sight of his neck.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Syrlya's stirring, even the slightest of which, jolts Phantom into consciousness. The cat quickly dislodges itself from Trahearne's hand and leaps onto the floor, off to hide in the shadows again (or whatever he liked to do).

That immediately draws Trahearne from his own doze, and he abruptly rights himself.

He turns, looking blearily at Syrlya, his voice groggy. ]

Oh, did I fall asleep?

[chronosynthesis]

[Trahearne's question fails to stick in Syrlya's head, but after a moment of dull staring he slowly shifts himself up with a yawn.] Oh, goodness. Did I miss the movie?

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne stares at the otherwise unoccupied couch, blank TV. He doesn't hear anyone shuffling around to clean up, but the lights are still on.

He blinks, then rolls his shoulders back in a stretch. ]

I think it's over.

[chronosynthesis]

Oh, I don't even remember what it was about... [Because he slept through it... he rubs his eyes, blinking away the bleariness.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne is about to answer, at least from the vague memories from when he dozed off. But instead his gaze drifts upward, and he gives a light little chuckle. ]

Syrlya.

[ He reaches up, removing the crown of flowers atop Syrlya's head, and presents it to him with a soft smile. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya blinks, bewildered as he takes the flowers. He doesn't remember those.]

--Ah, you have some on your head too. [He reaches for one to show Trahearne.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's eyes widen a little in surprise when Syrlya takes his, and it's a moment before he gives a confused chuckle. ]

How did these get here?

[ He only knows of one person who can spontaneously manifest flowers... Is she still here? ]

[chronosynthesis]

I don't know. [Absently he dusts any stray petals out of his leaves.] I'm sure I would have remembered them before? Neither of us are flowering Sylvari...

[hearthwarming]

[ Hello, she is at the kitchen, humming while washing dishes. Very innocently! ]

[pactmarshal]

[ They certainly are not flowering sylvari. And that means-- ]

Ori? [ Trahearne holds up Syrlya's flower crown, a little lopsided smile on his face. ] Did you do this?

[hearthwarming]

[ The jig is up... ]

Oh, you're both awake! I did, yes. You two looked so peaceful sleeping... I couldn't help but want to leave a surprise for when you woke up.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's smile widens a little, and he casts a glance at Syrlya with a little chuckle. ]

It was very nice. Thank you.

[ He appreciates it, at least.

He plops it back down on Syrlya's head, admiring the look for a moment. ]

It suits you.

[hearthwarming]

It suits you both! Enjoy...

[ Mission... Accomplished!?

Either way, Ori is going to politely not eavesdrop on their little moment and instead scurry over to wherever Kaspar and M-21 have probably ended up also asleep and inevitably fall into a cuddle pile over there... She foolishly (?) used up her last Wild Shape of the day curling up on Kaspar as a cat earlier, and she's not about to try to carry M-21 back by herself so... Guess they're sleeping over! ]