Have done with sorrow; I’ll bring you plums to-morrow

[hellawrath]

Who: inhabitants of camp BASE
What: A catchall for all our goblin farm needs. We'll just be compiling our camp-internal threads in here so we don't clog up any comms or inboxes.
When: starting in April
Where: in and around the camp
Warnings: Kids being cute. Gays being dramatic. 4+ people representing like 85% of a functioning adult.

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[catpiper]

Quiet time is for the best. Ren was the last person he should've asked for any explanation about the ins and outs of being human, despite her apparent pre-qualifications for such a task. Either way, the exhaustive effort to put into words something that should be innate makes her a more than willing participant in this resting game.

He's got the appkravitztice hat on, so he's going to be fine. That hat is imbued with a magical power that gives someone pleasant dreams and a cushioned head. She'll have to give him one to call his own, which sounds like a birthday thing? Maybe? She's getting the hang of this gift giving stuff. Do ghosts have birthdays?

That's too much thinking in the mid-afternoon heat. She can worry about that after she's done clutching his hand and huddling against his body.

"Okay, I'll listen for the weird noise in your stomach, but you have to tell me if you're thirsty. Bodies don't sing about that," Then she casts a glance across camp, as if looking for something-someone. There's the potential need for a switchout during this impromptu naptime, but she doesn't see him. Oh well. "You have to tell me if you want to hold hands with Taako too. You have to use words for that kind of thing and I'll go find him."

[deathfindsaway]

Ren won the award for getting to tell him things because she's the least judgmental person in this camp, whether she knew what the hell she was doing or not. That's very valuable to Kravitz, even though he's a grown man with an incredible lifespan behind him. He likes knowing things. He dislikes Not knowing things. So yes, he'll ask children for assistance if it comes to it.

He shifts to let her in, admittedly always feeling better when there's someone at his side. But as soon as she finishes her thought, he can't stop the way color peeks through his cheeks, looking at her a bit indignant. "Wh-- n-no, it's. It's fine. He, uhm, he doesn't always like to make things public like that." He says, as if they don't sleep next to each other every night and Kravitz isn't a massive cuddler. "I mean, I don't mean to bother him too much."

[catpiper]

It's hard to wrap her mind around the idea of not bothering Taako. That's on her to do list every morning and she never gives it a second thought. Food? Go to Taako. Draw time? Taako. Hand holding? Taako. Rock collecting? Taako. Her default reaction is usually amble to his way, look for his face or some variation of that. The point is, she doesn't have even 0.0001% the reservation Kravitz has.

Also, she's seen them cuddle? Please. She doesn't understand what's happening in his mind. He doesn't know when to sleep or eat, can't figure out that it could potentially be snuggle time all the time-what a wild ride this man's on. "I'll bother him for you. His kind heart will understand something like that. It's okay."

This is the island's new uber-all your basic needs can be met by one individual with a ton of free time: food, water and Taakos. And all it costs is a game of hide and seek early in the morning. What a steal.

[deathfindsaway]

A wild ride is probably the best way to describe it. It's been less than a week and the crisis has slowed just enough that he doesn't feel like he's constantly having a heart attack, but only a little. Still, there's something entertaining in hearing from anyone that Taako has a kind heart- even if he knows the tenderness under there a bit more than most.

"Well-- I--" It's probably a loss to tell her not to worry. Everything is just so far past his comfort zone at this point he's basically just spiraling into hell, so if 'out of comfort zone' means 'taking a nap under a tree with a weird hat and a smiling little girl', okay, fine, this could be worse for him.

Kravitz sighs, pressing his head back against the tree. "Alright. Fine. I suppose it's pointless to tell you not to trouble yourself, so... fine."

[catpiper]

It could be worse. She could go down the list of Camp Base inhabitants and request every single one of them pay Kravitz a visit before his afternoon naps, really. It's a blessing she narrowed it down to just Taako. And that's not even a guarantee if he happens to be working the shop and they've gotta do an elf swap so Krav can rest. Oh well, that's his future problem.

His current problem is this heathen, who happens to reach over to pull the hat across his forehead and over his eyes, if he doesn't move. It's like a sleep mask, but better. And she turns him into her own pillow, by tilting her head to press his face against his shoulder so the sun won't shine in her eyes.

Nap time? Nap time.

[deathfindsaway]

Fine. You know what, this is fine. He sputters a bit, tilting the hat up about halfway just so it's not so sweat inducing, and rolls his shoulder back for her access. He's gone from needing a pillow to being a pillow, a true transformation.

In the meantime, he is actually tired, the root of this whole thing, and if he needs it then he needs it. So it's a scant few minutes before his eyes close, head lolls, and he's out like a light.

Nap time it is.