so i'll just keep dreaming, dreaming

[endsorrow]

Who: Braska & YOU
What: Three open starters and one private one!
(1) Braska's door is always open, whether it's for business or chilling with friends.
(2) He's got a lot of learnings to do, about science and other cultures, so the library in the resort is somewhere Braska spends part of his free time.
(3) Machina used for fun??? OMG. Aka, Braska is entirely tickled by everything Mr. Jellicles has to offer.
(4) Braska and Lindir hang out to share songs and stuff.
When: Over the past week
Where: (1) Full Cure (Braska's shop); (2) the resort library; (3) Mr. Jellicles; (4) wherever Braska and Lindir decide to hang out
Notes & Warnings: Will match you for prose or brackets!

Title + cut text song. Gif involving bright colors and stupid dancing under the cut to make the OP feel less empty. Clickit if you wanna see the source.

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[folkscallmewander]

Wander panics and pushes himself up from the ground the moment he hears Braska's voice, though his method of getting up involves lots of arm flailing and slipping on the metal chair. He somehow manages to upright himself and step in between the chair and Braska.

"Hey there, Braska. I was just..." he breathes through his teeth, "gettin' your water for you. It's been a teensy more difficult than imagined but it'll be comin' right up real soon!"

He smiles and slowly inches towards the vending machine. Typically at this point, someone would leave him alone or, if they were feeling sympathetic (or his best friend), they'd help him out. But this is meant for Braska. Wander is supposed to get something for him, not the other way around.

[endsorrow]

Braska blinks slowly. H... uh. He's not sure he understands, but, "Alright," he says easily, though also a little slowly.

Wander definitely seems to be struggling, here. That's about the only thing he understands. Struggling with what? Why is he acting so odd?

"Are you okay?"

[folkscallmewander]

Braska isn't leaving, and Wander can't just stand there forever, so he goes back to picking up the chair and leaning it against the vending machine.

"This flap's kinda stubborn, an' I'm pushing it hard enough so that it opens." This time, he rests one end of the chair on the floor, using his foot instead of leg to keep it in place. The chair bends, but the seat gets caught in the flap and cracks it open about an inch.

"See?" He says in a strained voice. "No problem!" He steadies himself and slowly leans forward to grab the bottle.

[endsorrow]

Hmmmmmmm.

Well. Wander isn't hurt, which is what Braska was most concerned about.

"Alright," he says again, a little awkwardly. Once Wander has (at last!) retrieved the bottle from the machine, he'll lean over to reach for it. "Thank you, my friend. I'm sorry if it was difficult for you."

[folkscallmewander]

Wander breathes out heavily once Braska takes the bottle, then works on slowly pushing himself back up. He lifts his foot from behind the chair and lets to clatter to the ground.

"No problem!" he says between deep breathes. On top of being stressed about all this, that chair put a strain on his leg. "More importantly, you finally go your water!"

[endsorrow]

If anyone asked Braska, he thought that Wander looked like he might need a drink himself. But Wander seems to have wanted to make sure he did it himself, and Braska doesn't want to risk hurting his pride. He mulls over his options as he removed the lid from the water bottle and drew a drink from it.

... aha.

Braska lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief after his drink. "Ahhh... Yes, this was just what I needed." He smiles brightly. "Is there a better way I could repay you than with more thanks?"

[folkscallmewander]

Wander smiles as Braska finally gets his drink, then opens his mouth as if to say something in response to the question, but stops himself as he realizes that he was never asked this before. Sure, the folks he helped out sometimes paid back the favor, but those moments were unexpected. Most of the time, they'd give him their gratitude and he and Sylvia would be on their way.

He recollects the times he got something in return for his work. Safe passage? A feast that they were going to have anyway? Hugs?

He looks back at Braska, who look sincerely willing to help. He'd be fine with just his gratitude, but he admits, he was kind of thirsty.

"Well, seein' your happy face is reward enough for me," he finally admits, "but I'm also a bit thirsty. Gotta stay hydrated for dancin'!" He mimes a little jig.

[endsorrow]

Braska's smile relaxes. Good. That's what he hoped Wander would say.

"Then, allow me to repay the favor." Braska screws the cap of the water battle back on tightly and tucks it into one of the long sleeves of his robe. Out of the opposite sleeve, he draws out the requisite payment for the water for Wander. The machine vends its product, and Braska draws it out with minimal struggle compared to what poor Wander just had to go through.

"Here you go."

[folkscallmewander]

There's a twinge of disappointment in his face when Braska takes out the bottle with ease, but he gladly accepts the water.

"Thanks," he says with a smile, then unscrews the cap on his second attempt. "It was awfully kind of you."

But for now, he's going to focus on drinking the entire bottle right here.

[endsorrow]

"You are very welcome." Braska's eyes twinkle. "It wouldn't do if either of us are too thirsty to dance well. The playing field needs to be even, or else it won't be any fun, will it?"

[folkscallmewander]

The last bit of water is gulped down, and Wander lets out a long breath, fully revitalized. That's what happens when you attempt to drink an entire bottle in one sitting.

"Sure! Now that we're both ready, let's get back to the arcade and start dancin'!"