beneath the stars came falling on our heads

[bumbles]

Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!

( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.


But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )

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[bumbles]

( He pauses a little, and frowns. ) I g-guess, uh. I m-mean, um, people-- p-people here are from d-different times, and stuff?

( So maybe they'd know, understand. Maybe he could ask Morgana. Even if they're from different worlds, if it's not exactly the same with how it would have been in his world... he's about to get lost in a tangent of thoughts tumbling after one another when her words snapping him back to reality.

There's something crestfallen in his expression. ) W-what?

( His parents terrify him, his family can be awful, but-- it's still family. )

[quackery]

[She forces her voice to sound casual, trying to demonstrate how totally and completely fine this is. Her body language betrays her, though; there's a tenseness, a nervous air that hadn't been there a moment ago.]

Oh, they're just not around. I don't really remember what happened. But, hey, I can't complain or anything! I've got really amazing friends. I'm lucky.

[bumbles]

( Tenseness is something he recognizes, has an intimate relationship with. Donny's head is tilted, that sort of lost puppy expression that he has so often, as he takes a few moments to just watch her. )

It, um, it's o-okay if you um, if you d-don't want to uh, to t-talk about it?

( But, this is important, too: ) It's um-- don't w-worry about n-not complaining. You c-can uh, you can have a lot of g-good stuff and still be sad.

[quackery]

No, it's not that! It's just that it really is fine.

[She nods, avoiding eye contact still.]

Thank you. But I'm not sad.

[bumbles]

Oh.

( .... Oh. Well, he's a little embarrassed. )

That's uh, g-- g-good.

( Earth pls swallow him now, too much presumption)

[quackery]

[Two really socially awkward people walk into a clinic...

There's no punchline, they're just both really awkward.]

Yeah. Um, it was good if you to make sure, though! Nice to ask and all that. So thank you.