smash_logs | Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* ~~like puberty or menstruation~~ and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. ~~Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.~~

Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C

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Tubba didn't know if he was sure or not. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting his breath out gradually. Was it something he could talk to Pit about? It seemed inappropriate for reasons he couldn't rationalize without admitting certain things to himself. He didn't want to lie, but he wanted to tell the truth even less. "Positive." It had grown even more unconvincing, but it was the intent behind the lie that mattered.

What stuck out as most unusual about the whole deal was Tubba's overwhelmingly apparent suffering. He sure was acting funny. It really worried him. Half of him wanted to pop another question, but the other side wanted to hold back just to give him a bit of leeway. What could be so troubling about his friends' relationship!? This question pounded inside his skull so obtrusively.

"...Really, really sure?" he asked, a little more quietly this time.

"Are you going to keep asking if I say I'm sure again?" It was all but a no, but this information this sensitive wasn't going to get out without a fight.

"No," he answered. "But I can tell something's bothering you. It's okay to tell me if you need to," he offered.

And then, he decided to fling guesses at him. "Do they... make you uncomfortable?"

"I don't need to tell anyone. And no, they don't do anything while I'm here, if that's what you're thinking." Pit hadn't said it, but it would be the first conclusion he'd come to as well. He wasn't entirely sure why he was playing along with Pit, since he'd denied there being anything wrong at all, but logic didn't really seem to mean much at the moment.

"So that means you're bothered," the angel said plainly, leaning over towards Tubba a bit more. He had this wily grin smacked across his face, eyes dabbled with a hint of play.

"Or I could just not have anything to say," he backpedaled, trying not to look Pit in the eyes for fear that he would crack under the pressure. "Then I wouldn't need to tell anyone anything."

Edited 2009-10-31 11:18 (UTC)

"No, you seem bothered." Pit wasn't sure if he was trying to get Tubba to leak out his reasons for the sake of his own curiosity or because he thought maybe it would be a good thing for him to tell someone. Regardless, he didn't feel like giving up- Pit was fairly stubborn. Stubborn, and he looked stupid with that spiderbird still stuck to his head. "It's not like I'm going to do anything bad to you. I just want to know what's bothering you. That's all," he consoled.

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Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

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i'm really just trying to make you go insane from long waits for tags. B|

i was already crazy to begin with but you can always add decorations to the tree B)

ok 8)

<3