( no man is worth the aggravation / visitor )

[lovekit.]

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YOU KNOW WHICH STARS BELONG,

✿ LOVEFOOL ROUX-BRANNON ✿
noun
⑊ the coward in wolf's clothing. ⑊ the plea to match that which has come before. ⑊ the regret of that which has come to past, and that which will come later. ⑊ the truth that you will never be ready, no matter how hard you try.

In all honesty, Lovefool wasn't exactly sure how long it had been since he had gone to visit Palmclan – or rather, the Palm Glades, as they had taken to calling themselves. He was sure if he really wanted to figure it out, he could, given the fact that he could just count the months since the day he left to go exploring and ended up there. Unfortunately, recalling such things had become more difficult ever since the Jungle Juice incident, especially taking into account the gap of time where he had been entirely collapsed and unconscious. That didn't mean that Love had just forgotten his time within the Glades, though. He still looked back on those days fondly, especially considering he still had the bandana that he had found upon their shores – albeit in a much more dilapidated state these days. Out of all the things that the hybrid remember about the Palm Glades, however, his time spent with Foamkit was the most crystal clear. The other had been his first and best true friend that wasn't just a member of his family, and he still fondly remembered all the little moments spent with Foam. Unfortunately, all that had come to an end when Goldie had come to pick him up, and he had been forced to come back to The Typhoon – although he wasn't quite being forced, considering he had been getting homesick at that point.

Ever since then, Lo hadn't really had a chance to go and visit the other again. Shortly after he had returned home, he had decided to pull off his little experiment with the Jungle Juice – an experiment with results that had left him out of commission for months. When he had finally woken up, he was in no state to go traveling anywhere and he knew it. Besides, he also knew that if he even attempted going out on his own again, Roxie would have his head on a silver platter – perhaps literally. So, he had chosen to just remain at home, hoping that Foamkit was doing alright all the way on that other shore. The hybrid had been filled in a little on what had gone on during his time asleep, so he was most concerned with how the Glades was handling the Coalition. He wouldn't be able to bear it if Foam was in danger and he wasn't able to do absolutely anything to stop it. Of course, there were also more positive ideas that occasionally danced in his mind, such as wondering if Foam was actually a paw yet. If he was, Lovefool would be excited to finally get to congratulate him on it, once the time finally came where he was able to head out on the road once again.

Thankfully, it didn't seem as though Love would have to go anywhere. Instead, it seemed as though Foam had decided to make a little trip to The Typhoon, all on his own. If the hybrid had known about his friend's plan ahead of time, he probably would've smacked Foamkit in the side of the head just for thinking about it. After all, the journey between The Typhoon and the Glades was dangerous, and Lo had been stupid enough when he had decided to go through it on his own. He didn't exactly want Foam to follow in his footsteps, especially when that would probably have Rhinestone in a fit as well. Unfortunately – or fortunately, if you were looking at things from the perspective of Foam – Lovefool hadn't known about the other's plans. In fact, he hadn't even been drawn over to the border that day because of anything to do with Foampaw. Instead, the young male had been out looking for joiners, figuring he might as well be doing something productive with his time. Perhaps Roxie would be quicker to forgive him if he could prove that he was useful around the group, and wasn't just a nuisance.

Soft and slow steps had carried Lovefool along until he reached the tracks, his green gaze focused downwards as he moved from post to post. He could feel the water licking lightly at his ankles, an occasional snort leaving the boy at the faint ticklish feeling it inflicted upon him. His amusement was cut short, however, when the scent of the Palm Glades reached his nose, causing his head to snap up in surprise. A soft gasp slipped forth from his muzzle as he spotted Foampaw, sprawled out in the water and no doubt sucking a lot of it up into his mouth. Lo was quick to rush over, ignoring the way the waves tugged at him as he nudged Foam with his nose, his voice hushed, "Foam...? What the hell are you doing here?! Y-You can't just lay on the tracks like this! The tide will come and yank you away!" His tone was stern with worry, but also softened at the end, no doubt because of the fact that Love was glad to see his old friend. He continued to prod at the other with his muzzle, attempting to make him at least sit up so that he wouldn't drown himself in the still fairly shallow water.

Whether he managed to get the other up or not, the hybrid then took a step back, looking Foampaw over carefully. He tried to commit every detail of the other to memory, just so that he wouldn't find himself forgetting anything the next time the two of them were apart. He didn't find anything particularly odd with doing so – Foam was essentially his best friend, after all. Lo's tone had softened even more as he spoke up again, shaking his head at the other before he questioned, "How did you even get here, Foam? Did you come all on your own? Because if you did, I'm going to have to chew your ears off! You could've gotten hurt! Bad enough when I did things the other way around..." Lovefool's gaze seemed to drift off slightly, recalling the worried look on Goldie's face as she had shown up on the border, demanding to know where he was. Distantly, he wondered if she would do the same now, even with her current memory loss. He was quick to shake that thought off, though, forcing himself back into the moment as he looked towards Foampaw expectantly.

YOU WEAR THEM ON YOUR FACE