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Prompt: ifrit has a crush and doesn't know how to deal with it.

"JOYYYYYYYYYYYYCE!!"

Ptilopsis sets down her tablet as Ifrit throws herself onto the couch beside her. "Good afternoon Ifrit. For what purpose do you require this unit's assistance?"

"There's - ok, see, there's a thing that Miss Lena's putting on, she's setting up a pavilion in the garden, and there's gonna be food and dancing and dri -- absolutely no alcohol whatsoever, don't tell Silence, and it's coming up in a few weeks, and I wanted to go but I don't know who's gonna be there and I was thinking well, ok, I'll see if Sheepy wanted to go, she likes that sort of thing, at least, I think she does? But anyway I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go with me but every time I think about doing it I get this weird feeling in my stomach? It's like, floaty and shakey and I don't like it but I don't wanna ask Silence about it she'll just put me on more meds and I think I forgot to take my vyvathingy this morning so I'd get in trouble for that and I don't wanna bother her anyway and you know doctor stuff so I thought I would ask you about it and also do you know how to tell someone you wanna take them to a party?"

Ptilopsis blinked twice while Ifrit paused, catching her breath. "Processing...... Is Ifrit referring to Miss Eyjafjalla?"

"YEAH, her, she's really nice and she doesn't yell at me when I burn things and I know she spends a lot of time working so I wanted to try and be friends and take her to do something fun? But thinking about her makes my head feel kinda fuzzy but like, in a good way? Joyce, stop laughing, this is serious!!"

How's about some Skadi and Irene, I'd love to see them interacting

Someone is singing.

Irene slowly wakes to this realization, but allows her eyes to fall closed again as she listens.

Clarion, somber, and otherworldly, it lilts through the air.

She remembers doing something like this a very, very long time ago; reading her scriptures by candlelight, laying her head along the open pages, about to drift off, and then hearing her father come into the room. She would pretend to be asleep as he picked her up and carried her to bed and tucked her in.

Just as she is wondering why she's in bed and why she feels so comfortably lethargic, the singing stops. Someone has come in.

"Don't stop on my account! Just wanted to check up on the brave little birdie...Huh...? Oh, alright, I'll keep it down." In a whisper, Laurentina adds, "She's recovering well though?"

"Yes. She woke up a little while ago and is pretending to be asleep."

Mortified, Irene winces and draws the covers up over her head as Laurentina begins to laugh.

"S-Skadi...! If you knew, then-why not say so!?" Irene bemoans from under the covers.

"Because it was cute."

Skadi's reply makes her dearly, incredibly thankful that she can't see the scarlet flush rising in her cheeks. She starts to curl her legs towards herself, but a hand catches her ankles through the sheets and holds her.

"You're not supposed to move around too much." Skadi squeezes her ankles like she's less a human woman and more like a trout she just snatched out of water. "You got hurt during the skirmish."

"You were very brave. I wanted to ask what you'd like from the cafeteria? You too, Orca."

Irene slowly peeks out of the blanket until just the top of her face is visible.

"...Something sweet. Please?"

"You know what I like, Shark."

Laurentina sighs and opens the door, twirling her skirt as she turns to leave.

"Honestly, why do I even ask...? Very well. But no complaints now. Rest well, birdie!"

Laurentina leaves them and after a moment, Irene relaxes into the sheets again.

"...You know," She entreats shyly, "you...don't have to stop singing. If you don't want to, that is."

Skadi's expression is still as undisturbed water, before a ripple of a smile teases the corners of her mouth.

Irene is stunned. It is a mysterious, lovely thing to behold.

"...You liked it?"

"...Very much."

"Alright. I'll sing for you."

i wonder what Ho'olheyak tongue looks like

How's about some Skadi and Irene, I'd love to see them interacting

Someone is singing.

Irene slowly wakes to this realization, but allows her eyes to fall closed again as she listens.

Clarion, somber, and otherworldly, it lilts through the air.

She remembers doing something like this a very, very long time ago; reading her scriptures by candlelight, laying her head along the open pages, about to drift off, and then hearing her father come into the room. She would pretend to be asleep as he picked her up and carried her to bed and tucked her in.

Just as she is wondering why she's in bed and why she feels so comfortably lethargic, the singing stops. Someone has come in.

"Don't stop on my account! Just wanted to check up on the brave little birdie...Huh...? Oh, alright, I'll keep it down." In a whisper, Laurentina adds, "She's recovering well though?"

"Yes. She woke up a little while ago and is pretending to be asleep."

Mortified, Irene winces and draws the covers up over her head as Laurentina begins to laugh.

"S-Skadi...! If you knew, then-why not say so!?" Irene bemoans from under the covers.

"Because it was cute."

Skadi's reply makes her dearly, incredibly thankful that she can't see the scarlet flush rising in her cheeks. She starts to curl her legs towards herself, but a hand catches her ankles through the sheets and holds her.

"You're not supposed to move around too much." Skadi squeezes her ankles like she's less a human woman and more like a trout she just snatched out of water. "You got hurt during the skirmish."

"You were very brave. I wanted to ask what you'd like from the cafeteria? You too, Orca."

Irene slowly peeks out of the blanket until just the top of her face is visible.

"...Something sweet. Please?"

"You know what I like, Shark."

Laurentina sighs and opens the door, twirling her skirt as she turns to leave.

"Honestly, why do I even ask...? Very well. But no complaints now. Rest well, birdie!"

Laurentina leaves them and after a moment, Irene relaxes into the sheets again.

"...You know," She entreats shyly, "you...don't have to stop singing. If you don't want to, that is."

Skadi's expression is still as undisturbed water, before a ripple of a smile teases the corners of her mouth.

Irene is stunned. It is a mysterious, lovely thing to behold.

"...You liked it?"

"...Very much."

"Alright. I'll sing for you."