abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

[Hi, yeah, he saw that thread with Julie-Su, so don't mind him popping into her DMs -]

... If ya end up lonely in that house o' yours, feel free to swing by the shed anytime ya want.
Okay?
I'll even get somethin' softer to sleep on, if ya want.

Thank you, sweetheart. …I think I’ll take you up on that.

[Trying not to sound too melancholy, but…]

C'mon over. We can head inside the house, share one o' them guest beds.
Cuddle it out if you wanna.

[She's allowed to be as melancholy as she needs; what good would he be as a boyfriend if he wouldn't let her get it all out?

There’s never a time when I won’t want to cuddle with you. See you in fifteen?

'Course! The gate'll know it's you - you can just c'mon in.

[... "The gate" being the topiaries protecting it, he means.

And sure enough, once she's made her way over, they don't even bat an eye when she goes to walk through the gate to meet up with him!
And he's in the doorway to the house itself, of course. Already holding his arms open for her and everything.

No wods necessary. C'mere.]

[Yeah, there’s no point in trying to downplay it. Evangeline hugs Chipp tightly, burying her face in his chest.]

Should I have said something different…?

[The hug she gets is instant and warm, tucking her under his chin as always.]

I dunno what else you coulda said... it ain't like you a mindreader -
Just 'cause that girl gave ya so much don't mean you'd know what she wanted from ya!

[Or, at least... he's assuming that's what's going on, considering that discussion was all the context he has.]

I kind of knew she had a crush on me, at one point, a while ago - it was a whole thing when I said I couldn’t reciprocate. But that was years ago? I kind of assumed it faded some.

I don't blame ya for thinkin' that - far as I know, most folks' woulda.
Here - c'mon inside, lets getcha wrapped up in blankets. Make a burrito outta ya.

[Said as he only pulls one arm away in order to lead her, of course - the other's staying firmly on her shoulders.]

... Sounds like you two been goin' through it for a while, though.
She ain't ever talked to you 'bout it since?

Not really? We haven’t really had a lot of heavy discussions in the last… while. Mostly light domestic stuff.

[She can’t say she didn’t talk to Julie-Su, that’d be bizarre, but as far as emotional topics go…]

Then she puttin' it on you to know what's goin' on in that head o' hers.

Not blamin' her for that, neither, 'course.
I noticed lotsa folks do that... I dunno why, but I guess 's just a thing people do with they friends.

[And that is just something that is extra, extra hard for him, what with all the mixed up wires he's got going on up in that brain of his.
So it's something he's on high alert for.]

... But, ehh... what I'm tryin' to say with that is -
Y'know, don't kick yourself for it. You didn't know.

...Okay. Okay.

[She presses a kiss to his helmet.]

I care about her and want her to be happy, just - as a friend.

[... Yeah, y'know what? Helmet's getting lifted just so he can give her a kiss in return.]

I know, honey; 'n that's good, ya should want that!
You two're friends. And you make a damn good friend, too.

I can see why she'd still be crushin' on ya, even if y'ain't feel the same. Just... y'know - don't feel bad for not feelin' the same, ouais?

[Return kisses, even better!]

I’ll do my best. But cuddling for a few hours about it will help, I’m pretty sure.

Awright, message received.

[Which means she's being hefted up in his arms to carry her to that guest room he mentioned!
It's a nice one, too.

... And she's getting plopped onto the bedding with him quickly crawling on after, of course.
Yes, with his boots still on. Sorry, no one can make him change this part of himself.]

Ooo-

[Oh hey, boyfriend in bed with her, boots and all. She immediately snuggles up to him.]

How was meeting my girlfriends?

[She's gonna get SO SNUGGLED.
It helps that she's teensy, really. Perfect size for snuggling!]

They seem real nice, but, eh...

... Fancy? Compared to me, at least.

[He knows Barghest was trying to argue that that's not the case, but she's a Fairy Knight.
Anyone known as a "Fairy Knight" is automatically ten times fancier than Mr. "hides in junkyards to whack off over the machinery".]

Miss Fajra wants to take me on a date, though. I got no idea what to do with that, all my dates with Nenett were... y'know. Simple?
Spur o' the moment, kinda.

Never had someone plan one out for me before...

Mm, I can see where you’d get that impression…. But, you know, I’m from the Backstreets - the worst part of town. In terms of fancy level, I’m a lot closer to you than to them, if that helps any.

[She doesn’t want Chipp to feel like he doesn’t measure up.]

Fajra likes spoiling people. Wining and dining them, that kind of thing.

[Too late, he's sure he doesn't measure up!!
He doesn't think less of himself for it, of course - it's more like... if the other two were fancy, beautiful cat breeds, he'd probably be a raccoon that wandered in because Evangeline left the kitchen window open.

But at least he's happy to hear she's "unfancy" enough to have left that window open, metaphorically.]

That do help, 'least a li'l... makes me feel better 'tween me'n you, anyhow.
But with Miss Fajra... hmmm.

You think I gotta worry 'bout black tie stuff? I ain't good at formal. Most places kick me out real fast -
If they lemme in to start with.

I think you should tell her that you'd prefer someplace casual? She's very sweet, but she can go overboard sometimes without realizing it.

[It might be a rich people thing, honestly.]

Just be honest with her about what you're comfortable with, and it should be okay.

Mmmm...
If she'll listen, then I can handle gettin' spoiled. Had a friend like that while I was alive, me -
Loved to go overboard 'cause it made me happy.

[...

It is probably not a good thing he's thinking of that. But it's fine -
He'll just pull Evangeline a little closer, tuck into her hair.]

I'll make sure to talk to her 'bout it, don't worry. She seems nice.

She is nice. And you're worth spoiling.

[Gently, while looking up at him.]

Hey, Jean?

Hmm?

[And he looks down at her to match, not even bothering to pull back to do so! Like the goof he is.]

I really love you.

...

[His eyes go wide, blinking a couple times before he sits up in a way that leaves him hovering over her.]

You do?

[Keeping himself from asking "are you sure" or "why", of course; like, he gets it, but at the same time...
She does??]

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