hugtopia_logs | Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all

♥ Who: Pyra and YOU, also some various
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far

A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.

It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!

[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.

B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.

Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]

Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...

[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?

C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp

drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]

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[ Ah.

She... thinks she sees the problem. At least a bit of it, as if peeking through a frosted, thick windowpane: there's a far grander grievance beyond it; yet while it remains obscured from the outside looking in, it still appears sad, like there's little warmth indoors. ]

...Do... you think you're weak?

[ She asks quietly, her tone softening. ]

I'd say missing half a face can be seen as a weakness.

[ He says it with humor because it's something that he can't change, though he hasn't taken any steps in being more comfortable with his handicap, either. Even around his housemates, he's still hesitant. Carl can assume the only shit Taako would give him would be positive in nature, but there's still that underlying fear of not being accepted.

It's stupid and unfounded, but a constant nagging at the back of his mind. He works hard to prove himself, and he gets sometimes he overextends himself, but he feels like he has to just to keep up. ]

[ Her fingers trail over his scalp gently, and then after a pause she uses the comb to make a part.

Can be seen as a weakness... Hm. ]

...Do you have loved ones here, Carl?

[ He leans into the fingers at his scalp just a bit. It's soothing, sue him. ]

My family hasn't been around for a while, but I live with people I knew from the place we were at before. Have you met Taako, Lup, or Honerva?

[ She has-- two out of those three-- but that isn't the point of her question. If anything, his answer indicates that he has something of a found family here, which is just as powerful. ]

And these people with whom you are close..... Do they see your scars as a weakness?

No? I mean, they're from a world where battle scars are normal and they fight dragons and stuff. I haven't really let them see, either..

[ It's something that's no big for them, but his own self-consciousness gets in the way of it all. Found family is about all he's got. His dad and his sister by blood, everyone else has been found along the way. ]

[ Pyra stops sifting the comb through his hair then, placing a hand upon his back from behind. Softly, her fingers curl over his shoulder, as if it might offer some encouragement. ]

...Then how do you know they do not think it's beautiful?

[ She can understand him being self-conscious about it. Scars are a personal matter, and it's sad that his (even covered) is so obvious. ]

Or even a mark of strength. That you... survived. And have survived. [ Saying this, she doesn't mean to impose on him, only offer a different perspective. Food for thought, as it is. But while he may still believe others and strangers viewing him as weak with such a scar, she at least hopes that his found-family doesn't. That Lup, Honerva, and this Taako all are there for him. ]

[ They probably would be if he let them at all. The problem is that he doesn't. Is reluctant to, even. He honestly can't help the self-deprecating laugh that comes out. ]

There's nothing about it that can be beautiful, trust me.

[ After a moment, he sighs and tips his head back just a bit. ]

Sorry, you're trying to be supportive and I'm being an asshole.

[ That self-deprecating tone doesn't escape her. His struggles run far deeper than anything she might help him with.

But to that, she only playfully gives him a tug at one of the strands of his hair. ]

...I know exactly what you're trying to be.

[ Boy has so many problems, it's wild, Pyra. Proceed at your own risk! ]

Did you grow up with brothers or sisters? Because you're pretty good at handling this kind of thing.

[ You know, bratty teenagers. ]

[ At that, she laughs. ] No, no... I appreciate you being honest with me.

[ Cynicism, self-deprecation, and wryness tell her just as much about his insecurities, she believes. ] But I won't give up on you yet.

[ He turns so that he can give her a genuine smile. His bangs obscure the missing eye, but more of the scar tissue peeks out, a spiderwebbed pattern across the top of his cheek. ]

Thank you.

[ Meeting his one good eye with a gentle sparkle within her own, she smiles at him... and then places her hand on either side of his head, steering it back forward so she can continue combing. ]

Aaaaand... it won't just be me, you know. Lup, Honerva, and... who was the other? Taako? I haven't met that one, yet.

[ Right, back to business. He turns his head dutifully so Pyra can get back to what she was doing. Whatever it was, it felt good. His mom used to run her hands through his hair when he was younger, too. ]

Taako, yeah. He's not hard to miss, trust me.

[ Hm. ]

That makes it sound like she'd dressed wildly.

I mean.. kind of? He and Lup definitely have their own style, but I don't know how to explain it.

Oh...? [ The curious inflection of her tone comes with a smile. ] He can change his hair color like her?

I dunno, probably? That's not his thing, though.

Caaaaan.... you change your hair color, too? [ She teases, chuckling. ]

[ He laughs. ]

Nah, humans can't do that without help.

Have you ever asked Lup to try?

[ She is assuming that Taako is also magical, but she does not know his abilities, so. ] I think you'd look handsome with [ Hm. ]

Platinum hair!

Not really, no.

[ He gives the idea a thought and shrugs a shoulder. ]

My mom would get her hair done every once in a while when I was younger. It was always just haircuts with my dad and me.

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