CANDY TRAGEDY / joining

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

It seemed as though both Paintbrush and Roan were awkwardly stumbling through their interaction, despite the soothsayer's best efforts. However, the zombified feline simply couldn't help it. He was far from used to having close friends, and he was especially unused to having close friends that made him feel the way that Paint did. He couldn't exactly place what it was that made the other so different, but the effects were definitely there. The way that his heart quickened, and the way that his face seemed to heat up beneath his fur whenever the other was around. Perhaps if the medic was a bit more open and perceptive to his own emotions, he would've been able to process it all as being a crush on the liger. As things were, however, the tabby was simply unable to even consider that as a possibility. He had never had a crush on anyone before. He had never thought of anybody in that way, and he had certainly never envisioned himself in a relationship like the one his mama and Diya had. However, that didn't mean that things couldn't change.

Paintbrush's little jab about his sailing skills caused the heat in Roan's face to grow, a soft huff leaving the soothsayer before he spoke, "Listen, I'm just a bit sailing challenged. It's not as if it's a skill I've ever really needed to use before. I'm not the one who goes out and sails the seven seas, I'm the one who stays home and picks the flowers for when the sailor inevitably gets hurt." He spoke with such confidence in that moment, his chest faintly puffed out. He would not have his sailing skills in question, when he had a permanent rusty streak with them. When Paint then moved on to comparing The Typhoon to a "permanent vacation," Roan couldn't help the small bit of laughter that rose up from his throat. Shaking his head from side to side, the zombified tabby warned warmly, "Don't let any of the others hear you say that. They'll be sure to pile plenty of work on your shoulders to make sure you don't think of it that way again." Roan had never really thought of The Typhoon as a vacation, although that wasn't just because it had been his home since birth. It simply would've been impossible for him to picture it that way, considering how much work he did as a medic.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan