geophile | cerealia

Because I'm coming over, whether you like it or not.

[ She won't come with a lecture or anything, just...silent support, structure, stability. She's not good at expressing her care through words, but actions. ]

I'm not going to force you to talk your feelings out or whatever. Just saying.

[ what the fuck. no. he's too polite (and tired) to say that he doesn't want company, but... what on earth is her reasoning with this? ]

I don't need to be looked after, Edna.

[ he's tired, but he's not a baby. ]

I never said you did. It's just...

[ Explaining something like "feelings" and "companionship" is hard for her okay. ]

...Company. That's all. Do you want it or not?

[ And maybe she is realizing that she shouldn't be so pushy all the time. ]

[ there's a long pause before he responds. he's certainly not in the best state for company, no... but if he refuses, he'll probably end up worrying her, or worse - she'll come over anyway. besides that, he should probably be grateful that she's offering a helping hand to him, as sharp as it is. ]

I'm not sure how proper of a host I can be at the moment, but you're certainly welcome.

It's fine. I'm still getting used to having any sort of reception at all.

[ A couple hundreds of years of isolation on a mountain does that to someone. Even after knowing that resonance is wonky here in the colony, it's still old habit to reflexively think that people can't perceive her. True to her word though, she'll head on over in approximately 15 minutes, with a knock or few on the door. ]

[ knowing that she'll be coming over, he's made sure to have a psychic-type by his side to make sure he can see her properly - beldum is actually the one who answers the door, greeting her with a welcoming chirp. ]

Come in.

[ the voice comes from the kitchen, where steven is brewing a pot of tea with carbink by his side. he needs to at least try to make an effort to host her properly, emotional trauma notwithstanding. but edna will probably notice that he's not quite himself when she gets a look at him - what looks to be a small bruise is forming on his cheek, and the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes speak volumes about the kind of sleep he's been getting. still, he's put together enough to smile softly when he sees her. ]

[ ...Yep. He's definitely seen better days. Still, she (in a shocking fit of decency) won't comment on it, or at least not in a blunt way. She can't offer any words of comfort, because she's always been terrible at that (and her words end up prodding open the wound sometimes, as she's learned from her missteps with others). Why did she even come here? Was she that arrogant enough to think that her presence would actually help? Is she just being selfish and clingy? Maybe a mix of both. ]

Hey.

[ She steals a glance at the Carbink, which is actually rather.......cute......... ]

You recruited a new member into your posse?

[ he's thankfully gotten used to the bruise - he's had worse from caving accidents. the damage done in the past 24 hours was more on the emotional side, but thankfully that's much easier to cover up.

he's not looking for direct comfort from her, partially due to the fact that he wouldn't know how to receive it as much as she wouldn't know how to dish it out. they're both a little awkward that way, but her presence is actually enough. it does help - whether it does something for her as well is out of his hands. ]

I wouldn't quite use that word... but yes. CERES decided to return Carbink to me.

[ the rock type will hop-float over to her feet, looking up at her and twitching its ears in greeting. it doesn't have hands to shake her's with, but it's trying! ]

[ Cautiously, she approaches Carbink, attempting to hide how eager she actually is to see it up close. Edna reaches out with a gloved hand, hovering near its ears. Can she.....touch the ears.........are they rock ears??? ]

Is it supposed to be a bunny stuck in a rock? Because it looks like one.

[ Yes, let them not dwell on the heavier topics for the time being...until Steven is ready. ]

[ she sure can! and to confirm that notion, carbink will be leaning in to complete the touch and nuzzle into her open hand. pet its head, edna. it craves attention. ]

Well... It is a Rock-type, if that's what you mean. But it also has its designation split into the Fairy-type, hence its appearance and abilities.

[ no, that's not what she meant at all. but it's cute, sturdy, and totally friendly - what's not to love? ]

...What? You want attention too? Geez, Steven's team sure is needy.

[ Edna mutters to Carbink. ...Nnnnnnnnnn, she...gives in to the nuzzling, no thanks to the effects she's experiencing this month. Slowly, she pets its head and ears, glove brushing hesitantly against the stony surface. It's not soft and fluffy, which is kind of a disappointment, but it acts cutely enough.

And to Steven himself: ]

...That's not what I meant at all, but thanks for the nerdlish anyways.

[ Nerdlish is totally a language she made up just now. ]

Most of them are quite friendly. If you're looking for something less so, you and Skarmory may get along.

[ his cool steel bird is rude as fuck and has vanity for days. but she's getting carbink for now, and it's loving the hesitant touches! if she's looking for something soft to pet, its fluffy collar will certainly do the trick. ]

You're very welcome. [ said with his own thinly veiled sass, but it's all in jest. he's learning. ] Can I offer you some tea?

[ Fluff spotted. Hand immediately going for the fluff, as predicted. Edna does look up when he offers, however. ]

Sure. What kind?

[ She's not really picky so much as curious. ]

Say the name and I probably have it. I've amassed a bit of a collection over the months that I've been here.

[ seeing as it's one of the few things he can make without burning it, he buys tea frequently. he's rummaging for some green tea himself - he needs to try and take the tension out of his muscles. ]

Chamomile, if you will. It's good for the nerves...which is something you might want to consider yourself.

[ Although that's...the same as admitting that she's a teeny bit on edge herself as well. Maybe. Just a bit. ]

...Does it look like I need it?

[ he's taking note of the request for her sake, but he's also curious about himself. usually he's good at hiding his exhaustion... is he slipping? ]

Yeah. You've got a little bruise here [ she points on her face where it would be on Steven's face ], and given enough time not sleeping, those bags under your eyes could become as expensive as your suit.

[ eyebags so intense they could be called gucci

No mincing words here. Edna is as blunt as they come. She's sure his ego can handle it. ]

[ yeowch. she really doesn't beat around the bush... but steven can respect that. he chuckles softly, a light smile playing on his lips before he turns to fetch that chamomile. ]

There's no getting anything past you, is there?

I try to keep an eye for things people miss. It's stupid to have your head up in the clouds if you can't even notice what's on the ground.

[ Sorey, Mikleo, Lailah, and Alisha are the dreamers. They have the ideals and ideas, the passion that moves others. But people like Edna, Zaveid, and Rose? They're the ones who make them happen. ]

I know it well - It's something that I take care to practice as well.

[ at least, most of the time. depending on the context, it can be easy for him to get carried away... but at least he can talk the talk. ]

You seem quite calm for someone who's asked for a tea to relax nerves.

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sorry for the lateness; finals swallowed me alive. feel free to drop this if you want :|b

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