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The Gig, Sunday

Firekeeper had finally remembered that perhaps the radio would provide a clue as to why everyone had been acting strangely as of late, and so she'd tuned in last night and... yes, that had definitely answered her questions.

At any rate, somewhat relieved that it hadn't affected her too badly, she was here with Blind Seer as usual to open the Gig.

[ooc: OCD, pssht.]

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Tahiri was in her robes, hood up, and a frightening amount of food in the box she was carrying when she showed up at the Gig; if Firekeeper had been Force-sensitive, she'd have noticed the mess of emotions radiating from Tahiri, but she probably didn't need to be anyway. The hood, the posture, the facial expression, and, well . . . the ridiculous amount of food said plenty. Because really, there was an assortment of baked goods from J,GoB, burgers from Luke's, an assortment of sodas (bottles, not cans, thanks), and potato chips.

"Hey."

Taking note of her friend's appearance as well as the more-than-usual amount of food, Firekeeper could definitely tell something was out of the ordinary, yes. And she didn't have to be particularly skilled at deduction to figure out it had to do with everyone's elevated pheremone levels as of late.

She gestured to a spot on the grass next to her. "You sit."

[pinging from phone for the next hour or so!]

Tahiri put the box down, pulled out the bag with Blind Seer's marrow bone in it, and dropped cross-legged into the grass as pretty much ordered.

"I should've gone to hide out with you most of the week, probably."

There was nothing Firekeeper could do but nod at that, because, well. It was true.

"Radio say something of weasels." Tact? What tact?

"There were no weasels!" Tahiri yelped, turning a brilliant shade of red. "We couldn't -- I mean, we didn't go that far and believe me, I'm glad."

She wasn't at all surprised by her own vehemence.

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"Weasels is probably glad too," Firekeeper deadpans.

"Funny," Tahiri retorted, dropping her head into her hands. "I can't believe I was acting that way. What I wanted to do."

Firekeeper snorted. "You not the only one. There were many with that scent about them."

"You don't have to remind me. I could feel them. It wasn't helping." Tahiri reached for a burger from the box of food and bit into it, chewing thoughtfully for a while. "If they're fine with that, okay, great. I'm not, at least normally."

"You and Ben is much too young for puppies," Firekeeper agreed with a nod.

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Wow, who knew you could make a choked noise as high pitched as Tahiri managed right then? She sure didn't.

"Not even close. Nowhere near it."

Well, she knew now, as did Firekeeper. "Then what is to worry about? Now, your mind is not clouded by these thoughts of mating."

Tahiri shrugged and tucked her knees against her chest. "It came close. I don't know."

"You think maybe you want to do this, with Ben, someday?" Firekeeper asked.

Tahiri looked straight at her. "I'm still getting used to being okay that I'm not with -- that I'm with him. I'm not ready to think about that yet," she said, and blinked; that was the first time she'd ever been able to put what was bothering her about it in words.

Firekeeper mulled that one over. "But whatever happen make you think of it anyway," she made a face.

Tahiri demolished the burger in short order before she answered. "Nothing to do with thinking. Just doing. I tend to get in a lot of trouble if I don't think, and I've been in trouble a lot, so I know." This was probably not going to keep her from getting into more trouble in the future, of course. "You're lucky you missed out on all this."

"Is not luck," Firekeeper shrugged around a mouthful of cupcake. "Just being wolf." Not... entirely accurate, but close enough.

"Still. This has been a really embarrassing few days. I've been hit by trees, attacked by ants, had water dumped on me, and I hated all of it at the time but now I'm glad it happened," Tahiri said, plucking up blades of grass one by one. "And it's easier talking to you about this. I should've done that sooner."

"Yes," Firekeeper agreed, not sugarcoating it because frankly, it was true. Tahiri totally should've talked to her sooner. "But there is time for talking, and time for other things," having polished off the cupcake, she emphasized this last with a playful shove.

Tahiri laughed and shouldered Firekeeper back. "Oh, yeah?"

Firekeeper felt that tackling Tahiri right then ought to get her message across fairly well. And so she did just that.

Okay, yeah, this Tahiri could deal with, and she let out a very obliging 'oof' as she hit the grass on her back but brought her hands up to shove at Firekeeper's shoulders as she tried to roll to the side.

Firekeeper grinned and shoved back as she moved with the roll.

Tahiri tried to hook her leg to trap Firekeeper's ankle and let out a playfully challenging growl that, roughly translated from Tusken, meant "Bring it."

To which Firekeeper replied with a growl of her own, coincidentally enough the wolf version of same, as she brought up the knee not attached to her now-kinda-trapped ankle in an attempt to jab at Tahiri with it.

Tahiri grunted and took the knee to her side, not minding the pain -- it was a relief to have a normal reaction to any kind of physical sensation today. She shoved out with one forearm at Firekeeper and reached out with the other to push at the ground and hopefully get some leverage to kriffing get free.

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