fishingforcompliments | [not again] catchall for beau

[It's a bit after Flayn ran away from the profiles... and she's back.

More to the point, she's trying to sneak back over there as stealthily as she possibly can. Right now, she's waiting for everyone to clear away from them, just out of sight. Why? Who knows. But she's poised like she plans to move quickly once the way to the board is clear.]

[well, a promise is a promise, even if flayn no longer has an appetite. time to find beau!

flayn's brow is furrowed when she comes across her.]

⁠—I suppose "good morning" is not the proper sentiment.

[NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS GOOD. A SWORD IS DEAD.]

[executions suck, text it

Anyway, Flayn should probably be resting, given her injury and all - but instead, she's in the waiting room at the Director's Office. She's got a thoughtful look on her face as she watches the bunnies, as if she's trying to decide which of them she wants to feed (and which of the directors she wants to harass, in turn).

Sup Beau!]

[ now that flayn has given everybody several heart attacks, beau's coming to visit. she waits until people have dispersed mostly, not wanting to get in the way. carefully, she moves over, and shoves her hands in her pockets. ]

Hey, hey. Just checking in on you, missy. [ hopefully she's like, awake. ]

[it's DATE TIME. where are they going for their date? honestly who knows, but they'll have to run across each other at some point to get things started - so when they do, flayn smiles.]

Beau! Good morning. How are you dong today?

[what's up, beau! flayn has a thoughtful - if disappointed - look on her face as she walks back from the lake.

why is it always murder...]

[gooood morning beau!

is what flayn would say if not for the fact that as soon as she locks eyes with her and raises a hand in greeting, a memory overtakes them both. oops!]

[flayn is scouring the camp for beau.

it doesn't matter how long it takes her to find her - she'll keep looking, even in the weather they're having. (luckily, someone seems to have intervened; by the time she does track beau down, she's been bundled up in yin yu's outer robe, which is way too big for her. it matches the scarf she was wearing at trial quite nicely.)

when she finally does find her - she hesitates, but only because she isn't sure how into the idea of company beau is right now.]

...Beau?

[flayn isn't quite sure what she's expecting to find when she enters the entertainment room. but she hasn't been able to find beau anywhere else, so - maybe.

...sure enough, there she is. she lingers near the doorway as she shuts the door behind her, then clears her throat, not wanting to startle her.]

...Beau? Would you like some company?

[well!

here they are in the library. beau is already here; flayn has come to look for a book, intending to find something to pass the time so that she doesn't worry herself into a panic before 6pm hits.

(what if it goes wrong? what if--)]

Oh... Beau. Hello, again.

[flayn doesn't know whether she's sad, or mad, or just guilty. maybe all three.

anyway, when she gets a fair distance up into the mountains, she tries to channel some of what she's feeling into a swift kick to the trunk of a tree.

all she accomplishes is hurting her foot.]

Ow!

[hi beau.]

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w3, monday

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