( open ) dear moonlight

[obsessiveness]

Who: izumi and you
What: overgrowth aka worst valentines event ever smh
Where: all around the void
When: rest of the month
Content Warnings: emetophobia, overall gross feelings and mentions of death. will update when necessary.




[ prompts will be on toplevels below. feel free to PM me or PP me at romanticizes if you want something more specialized. ]

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slimeberries

[obsessiveness]

[ it all started with a fever.

well, the concept of sickness should manifest in this world sooner or later, izumi supposes. it's a pain though, because getting a shitty cold would just slow him down from doing productive things in a world that doesn't even let you do a lot of that.

so with a basket and some cups and mugs in hand, izumi heads out to those newly-developed trees he'd seen a while back that sprouted little fruits with eyes on them. he isn't sure yet if they're edible, but he's more or less hoping that any of these little round balls can help alleviate this fever for a bit. right now he's at the base of the mountains, picking out the yellowish geo berries and stashing them into his basket along with an assorted bunch of berries he's already picked up along the way. ]

Oi, you. [ he'll call out to anyone who's curious enough to look into what he's doing. ] Make yourself useful and crack these fruits open, will you? Wouldn't want to ruin my nails.

[ of course he's thinking about that first and foremost. can't go experimenting with slimes if you ain't cute. ]

[symbolofstrength]

As a scientist, Samuel is also curious about the berries, though by now he's learned not to pick them -- he's content to observe them when they're still 'on the vine'. Glancing over at the other, he raises his eyebrows at the... request, though it seems to carry the tone of an order.

"A little courtesy goes a long way, you know. Could I get a 'please'?" Despite the gentle scolding of his words, his tone is as friendly as ever.

"Or you could use this." Pulling a small object out of his labcoat pocket, he unfolds it, leans down, and gently tosses it along the ground toward the other -- it's a mini-pocket knife, the blade about 4 cm in length, with a few other tools tucked away inside the handle. Not as many as a full-sized pocket knife would have, but the place where he lived in his world had somewhat restrictive knife laws. "Give it back when you're done, please."