”Biased towards what? My cooking, or your work?” he laughed, furrowing his brows within mock pensiveness all the while. He waited throughout her responses following that, seemingly smiling more in response to the bite being taken before lowering the utensil in order to gather another share of food upon it. ”And don’t worry about it, either, by the way~. The food, I mean.”[break][break]

Just like before, he lifted the fork up and towards her once it was readied, nodding towards it.[break][break]

”It’s what I intended, anyways~.”

DAPHNE STONE [break]

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…She was so endearing like this.[break][break]

An amused, yet exasperated sigh left his lips as he narrowed his eyes, squinting at her as she sought to further examine him. ”Come ooon, I’m fine, Daph…” he laughed, shaking his head with a grin. He reached up, gently poking the tip of his index finger against her forehead in a playful manner. ”Short term memory is a thing, y’know. Don’t throw yourself through a wall over it~.”

DAPHNE STONE [break]

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It might have seemed like an odd thing to some people, but was he caught off guard by it?[break]
Absolutely not.[break][break]

If anything, he shrugged and shook his head with what could’ve dared to be considered a touch of bashfulness. The corners of his lips tugged upwards faintly more as he watched his little dragon continuously riot and rage about (although not without making an awe filled uproar at the sight of the blades be scorched), crossing his arms lightly and comfortably over his chest.[break][break]

”...That’s what I’d like to think, yeah~.” A chuckle left his lips as he pondered it a while longer, though eventually shifted his attention towards the selfsame woman that offered him her compliments so easily. ”Could always do better, though. …Buuut I appreciate it either way, so…thanks~.”[break][break][break]

(tl;dr: skipping)

DAPHNE STONE

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”Tough luck for you to be put on this job this time, eh~?”[break][break]

The words were followed by a rather spry and chipper chuckle; one that was, frankly, somewhat unbefitting of the general scene at hand. With his normal array of encapsulated companions resting at the ready upon his belt (as well as an obligatory firearm for safety, courtesy of the force) he shone the flashlight within his hand to and fro with a soft, thoughtful hum. The shadows (skewed, and elongated, and truthfully imposing at first glance) registered within his senses, but nevertheless, he continued on with his examination after eying their surroundings.[break][break]

”I honestly dunno why you’re so scared of these things, Yun,” he went on with an ongoing tug of the lips, tilting his head as he guided his light across the path before them. ”We all already know ghosts are real. You’re only hurting yourself by approaching with caution like this~...”

FIORA HYE-JIN YUN [break]
mission: you're not the one

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…What he wanted to ask her?[break]
Oh, what did he want to ask her?[break][break]

Maybe it was just the impact of the fall that completely obliterated whatever he intended to bring to her attention, or Hell- maybe it was the smile (rare and reserved, he learned over time, but still present) upon her lips that distracted him long enough for the subject he had in mind to absolutely escape without any hope of getting it to return anytime soon. He eyed her as she hastily and worriedly glance over his being, smiling softly in appreciation and defeat as he found a speck of warmth dwindling within him at the concern for his well being. After the fact, his gaze trailed after her hand as she reached out to rest it upon his shoulder, and after a few moments’ worth of time of peering upon it after it found its landing, he turned his attention towards her, instead.[break][break]

”...Not gonna lie…?” he started off with a low hum. ”Kinda feels like I forgot…”

DAPHNE STONE [break]

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A jokingly nervous and amused laugh escaped his lips as he watched her in stride. ”It’s just well balance, alright?” he shot back, pursing his lips with a lingering smile of mock defiance. ”People give me that same exact look when I give them a dish breakdown, but everything here?” He tapped one of the plates a couple of times within a gentle, yet rapid manner with a fork. ”Absolutely easy to make. One hundred percent. All you guys just overreact~.”[break][break]

Following those words, he merely gave a somewhat dramatic grunt of mock disdain in light of the flick, clicking his tongue in joking disapproval as he reached his arm out to begin gathering a bite onto the utensil he held. ”Also, for the record, I don’t believe you,” he remarked with a rather doubtful tone, shaking his head before holding the fork’s worth of food out to her carefully. ”If you really want me to believe that, you’re gonna have to stop telling me to wait ‘five minutes’ over and over again. Like, c’mon~.”

DAPHNE STONE [break]

☉

He hummed, taking her words into consideration through little more than a few moments’ worth of silence. Before long, however, he shrugged and found his own words, saying, ”I’m kinda obligated to, honestly~.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced towards his little beast in the distance (just as he seemed to be flying off the rocker again, delivering a quick Crunch in retaliation to what he could only imagine was interpreted intimidation at the sight of the pendulum constantly swinging at him) before sighing in soft amusement and exasperation, alike. ”Got a little kid waiting for me back home~. …I’d just be a damn bad father if I didn’t find my way back to him…”[break][break][break]

(tl;dr: skipping)

DAPHNE STONE

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”Worst case, don’t be afraid to call a couple others up to help you, too~,” he said, flashing her a lively, yet hastened wink in passing as he jogged his way towards a number of empty crates he’d brought along for what he intended to be juice storage later into the gathering. He gestured those that he’d called over and quickly urged them to take a few each, and as they began to get to work, he glanced towards the blonde haired woman once more. ”Just toss the same colored apricorns into one blender. Maybe five at a time…?” He gestured towards several other crates with what looked to be empty, plastic containers. ”Make big batches. Put the finished juices in those containers. We’ll just mix and match the flavors as necessary once we get started~.”[break][break]

With that, he turned towards those he’d gathered, and - after crouching down to gather a number of crates, himself - nodded towards a larger, open part of the gathering area. ”C’mon, let’s go…!” he called out, grinning while gently, yet hastily gesturing the trainers to start walking. ”Double time! We’re burning daylight~!”

DAPHNE STONE [break]
mission: how to train your dragon

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Airball.[break][break]

Shooting a shot in general was always something that was some sort of risk with a potential reward, but to always expect the aforementioned award would lead to some degree of innate entitlement if expected too often. Thus, as he watched the two drakes interact afar (thankfully oblivious, by the look of it, of the distant Pokemon that exited the scene, as well as those that promptly replaced them), he gave an absentminded hum that had only been paired by an attentive ear. Although his gaze hadn’t quite been upon her as she spoke her response, the response, altogether, had been received and considered loud and clear.[break][break]

Whereas some would feel disgruntled, he merely shrugged while broadening his smile slightly. Softly.[break][break]

”Don’t worry about it. Happens~,” had been his choice of reply, and as the words left his lips, he turned his head faintly. Azure blues settled upon the woman from the very fringe of their visions; a subtle, yet still polite look sparking within either of them. ”...Probably had more things to worry about the next morning anyways, right~?” He chuckled, raising a hand to gently tap against the side of his head a couple of times. ”Hope the hangover wasn’t too bad if you had one, at least.”[break][break][break]

(tl;dr: skipping)

DAPHNE STONE

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At the sound of her voice, he shifted his gaze towards her with both hands and form, altogether, relaxing; gentle hues of azure brilliance blinking as he eyed her, and then the cloth hanging from between her fingertips. It took little more than a moment’s reprise for his mind to properly connect words to sight, and upon doing so, he found himself breathing a gentle sigh of exasperation through lips curled into a small, defeated smile. He placed the tongs down and took the towelette from her.[break][break]

”Exactly what I was looking for, yeah. Thanks~.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head while draping the cloth over his shoulder once more and turning back towards the stovetop. ”Working a bit too quickly, I guess~. Dunno what else I might’ve misplaced~.”

DAPHNE STONE [break]

☉

He smiled, shaking his head.[break][break]

”I was glad to~,” had been his choice of initial response, paired with nothing short of a continued smile of both genuine nature and amusement, all the same. Azure hues lingered upon her for a small while longer as her own gaze drifted down, and after some, minor means of a pondering pause, he hummed soft and quirked his lip softly, all while tilting his head. ”Really~. …The talk we had was nice~.”[break][break]

He glanced over towards their two companions before eying those that passed by (subtly and quietly relieved that the former seemed momentarily oblivious, though not without multiple yelps and cries of challenge directed towards the little blue dragon, in the meantime), shrugging. ”...Honestly? Awkward start aside, I was kinda hoping you’d remember about the number I gave you.” His head turned towards her, once more, and he gave a soft chuckle. ”Wouldn’t have pressed on it, obviously, but again- I had a good time~.”[break][break][break]

(tl;dr: skipping)

DAPHNE STONE

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