here comes the sun

[brushy]

Who: falco grice (grice), shōyō hinata (asas) & amaterasu (brushy)
What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or liberos!
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)

falco | shōyō | amaterasu

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[asas]

[ if only they all knew he wasn’t an actual chicken— well, shōyō knew, but how to put them into very mature, intellectual words? no, he’s fired up. and as much as he has grown— ]

But he breathes fire!

[ he’s still got so much energy, he’s gone back about five, ten years. ]

[megatheorem]

[a fire-breathing anything at a party with fireworks--]

That's— worse. You hear how that's worse, right?

[This is the how many fingers am I holding up incident all over again. Shoyo? No fire chickens??]

I don't think uncontrolled sources of fire are great for this party, that's all.

[asas]

Okay— okay, yeah, but no, just listen, just listen for a sec—

[ while gesturing to “hold on, hold on”, just let him get his unruly thoughts together into a selling point—! ]

He breathes fire . . . When you tell him to.

[ ]

[megatheorem]

[Is that better? Is it? Palamedes has to ask himself, does he trust Shoyo not to ask a chicken to breathe fire just because, at this party?

No. Not really.]

Right. Well. Anyway, I don't think animals should come. It's not like I can stop you, but I am strongly advising against it.

[asas]

[ not convincing, huh. he feels bad for his little buddy, the feathery chicken one all alone at home, but . . . after a moment of intense reflection, shoyo claps his hands against the ball in his lap with conviction. ]

I won't go against your best advice.

[ maybe picanha could keep raw egg (yes, that is pretty much his name) company back home! if shoyo is strong enough to resist the sad, teary eyes of one dope chicken. as a show of truce, shoyo extends his hand to shake. ]

[megatheorem]

[Hmm. Well, he'll accept this. He reaches over to shake his hand, very seriously. This is a legitimate contract, do not sneak in chickens, please.]

I like it. You said three- [and that's the half, so,] Anyone I know?

[He's not, like, vetting people's plus ones (or plus threes), but maybe he lowkey wants to confirm they're not more chickens. Ahem.]

[asas]

[ after getting pal to be a manager for children's volleyball during his spare time, it is the least shoyo can do: listen to his good ol' pal, pal. once their hands clap briefly together, the contract is sealed. those who break it will suffer the consequences. ]

Well— Paul's gotta be there, [ there went one finger, ] Tooru, my roommate, [ a second finger, ] and— Lazarus!

[ the third and final name is said with a little more enthusiasm than the other two. either way, the truth is out: they are not chickens. ]

[megatheorem]

[oh thank god none of them are chickens. or at least, he hopes this Tooru is not a chicken, but he'll have to trust in Shoyo's serious handshake.]

Paul is coming, and he is bringing sweets. I've already asked him. Your roommate is welcome; I'm going to assume you speak to Lazarus more frequently than I do, [from that little oomph of enthusiasm, whoa!!] considering I've not had time to speak to him since...

[Well. Since.]

But he's welcome too, of course. Invite him.

[asas]

You gotta talk to him, then! If there’s sweets, he’s definitely gonna come.

[ then, as in, the fireworks bonanza! shōyō is lit to already know that paul is on the list of attendees, and tooru equally so— his eyebrows are lifted and his smile doesn’t look like it could fit on his face if he were to truly let loose. ]

When’s it gonna be, huh?

[megatheorem]

[The earnest delight... Palamedes gives him a quick smile, glad of it; hopefully this field and fireworks party won't be a complete disaster, and everyone will enjoy mucking around with explosives. And snacks.

Separately, he'd like to think. Maybe he'll ward off the snack area, if it becomes a problem.]

I don't know. Soon; when these portals and butterflies go away, so we're not interrupted. When do you need me to meet your... children's sports team?

[asas]

How about . . . [ it doesn’t take too long to think about it; palamedes has his own life and things to do— the rest of his thought is out loud: ] I can send you a read to get started, then you can come by any day at 4pm! I’ll let them know by tomorrow too, and I’ll show you around so you can get to know the place, first. Deal?

[ this is so . . . exciting. he can’t wait to take pictures of pal and the gang of kids! ]

[megatheorem]

[Oh boy, a tour... now he'll be up all night Preparing so he doesn't seem like a dweebus who doesn't know what a sports ball is in front of children.

So, a fun evening.]

Sure— I'm a quick study; I'll be ready as I'll ever be in no time, probably.

[y-yaaay good luck palamedes]

[asas]

[ probably! he’ll do amazingly, shōyō has no doubts. not a single one. by now, shōyō is fixing to stand and tuck his volleyball under one arm, while extending his other to help pal up. he has . . . all these balls to gather now, but that’s not a bad time. it’s really, really not a bad time. ]

I believe in you! And m’real glad I got to see you again!