MUSHI DISASTER

[dontpokethat]

Who: Anyone and everyone; it’s a mingle-style log!
What: A sudden spike in the mushi population brings some trouble to the carnival.
When: Around day 87-90
Where: All around the carnival
Warnings: Illness, potentially some minor body horror, and so on



[Following the recent disappearance of Ginko and Tanyuu’s mushi repellent, there will be a sudden increase in the number of mushi in the carnival this week.

This is a mingle-style log, so just post a toplevel, tag out, and have fun with mushi disasters! Event information and questions are here.]

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[starseedling]

Steven wishes he knew what he wanted. Or at least, he wishes what he wanted didn't lead down a path of inevitable pain. He just wants it to be over with so he doesn't have to think about it anymore, because something about the whole idea weighs on him heavily.

After a while if feeling uncomfortable, he leans against Greg. Ginko had said that body heat could help. Maybe he should just suck it up and go all the way. Maybe a few hours of pain would be better than even more hours of somewhat less pain.

"Ginko said body heat could help," Steven suggests halfheartedly. "Maybe... Maybe it would be better that way."

Part of it is that he'd just like a hug.

[fragileandsoft]

Greg lets out a small sigh, both relieved and reluctant for the discomfort it'll cause Steven. But in the end, he's been hoping for the go-ahead on this. Not hugging is hard.

An arm wraps around to pull him in a little closer.

"I think I can manage that."

The chill of the snow has already begun to dampen the blanket and chill Greg's fingers, but he pulls Steven into his lap for a full and proper hug.

[starseedling]

They can be uncomfortable together, he guesses. Things seem to be ending up like this a lot recently.

Still, Steven can't help but make the best of that hug as soon as he's got it. Just the warmth of Greg's touch is enough to sting, but Steven leans into it anyway, wrapping his arms around his dad in return. He doesn't know why all of this has been getting to him emotionally. Something about it just makes him feel so sad.

He hates that he can't help but cringe at the sensation of a huge, but the mushi inside of him are making it so Greg feels like an over-hot bowl of soup more than a comforting bit of warmth. He starts tearing up a little, finding it difficult to hold in.

"Thanks, dad," he says very quietly.