[ in his focus, crea completely forgets the rest of the world. he’s at his happiest now, working with wood and nature, even as difficult as it is to work without a proper tool to chisel with. he has to be gentle so as to not damage the wood in an irreparable manner. this is too precious for him to ruin. maybe if he returns, he can make it into a proper pendant and give it to sii-tan! maybe he would like that!?
by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
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by the time that beelzebub gets to him, he’s made some progress. there’s an indentation where the hole will be, and he’s about to use the knife to dig when…
oh.
after a small jolt, crea turns around, looking up at beelzebub. he’s wearing different clothes now. it’s his uniform.
he smiles. ]
Hey! [ setting down his knife on the sand, he uses his newly-freed hand to take the drink. ] What did you make this time?
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[He's got one of his own in his other hand, though it's untouched for now, not meeting Crea's easy smile.]
Do you want company?
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[ there's a moment of hesitation, as crea considers his answer. the answer that he almost blurts out is 'no', in a measly attempt to push the other away. he recognizes that he wants the company, but what point is there in searching for it? what point is there in wanting it, when he knows that eventually they'll have to part ways?
...
he takes a sip of his lemonade, the smile melting away into a neutral expression. ]
I'd hate to keep you here if you're busy, but if you don't mind...I wouldn't mind either.
[ he really wouldn't. ]
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[It's his usual borderline monotone, just a little more tired than usual, plopping to a seat down onto the sand.]
It's late, though. I wanted to make sure you were okay.
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in his other hand, he fidgets with the wooden carving. ]
Do I not look okay to you?
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I don't know. I don't know what "okay" feels like for you, Crea.
All I know is that you've been missing all day. It's weird for you. So I got worried.
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[ ...
in a soft, dull tone: ]
Sorry 'bout that. I guess I've just had a lot on my mind.
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Do you want to talk about it?
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[ he sets the drink down on the sand, using his newly freed up hand to... also hold the amulet. he holds it like it's something precious, as if it were something rarer than gold. ]
Zelkov gave this to me. [ the uniform he's wearing, too. ] Y'know what this is?
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I don't recognize it. Is it something from your home?
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[ sorry beel, he was just bullying you. a smile flits across his face as he thumbs the insignia. ]
Because I carved it myself as a child. This is something that I made for Sion when we were children.