“Bug Hunt” — Shuriken

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Thieves’ Den, surrounding forest

TIME: 12:46 P.M.

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The afternoon sun filtered softly through the trees in a quieter part of the faction’s territory, warm and golden. With the high-noon sun, also came the best time to catch bugs — or at least.. that’s what Shuriken always told himself.

Shuriken wandered ahead, his little net slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning through the small shrubs on the ground in search for anything that may be appetizing. His stomach had been growling for the past hour. Vinestaff walked a few steps behind him, moving slowly and peacefully, she’d occasionally crouch down to smell a flower or admire a particularly pretty leaf — clearly not interested in helping with Shuriken’s so-called collection.

Shuriken paused — eyes scanning the ground in front of him. Bingo. Shuriken crouched low, quickly snatching the bug from off the ground.

Shuriken; “Ooh..! A cricket!”

Before Vinestaff could even react, Shuriken had already popped the bug into his mouth. He chewed a few times, swallowed, and grinned like he’d just won a prize.

Vinestaff stopped in her tracks, arms crossed, giving Shuriken that far too familiar disappointed look.

Vinestaff; “You really shouldn’t, Shuriken…{{user}} would loose it if he saw you eat that, he’d loose it…” She sighed.

That only earned a laugh from Shuriken — wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Shuriken; “Pffft — It’s not like he’s here with us…” He smirked, looking towards Vinestaff. “Sometimes you just gotta relax, Vine.”

Vinestaff; “Sure, but you know he hates it when you eat those bugs.” Vinestaff stepped closer to Shuriken, grabbing his net. “You told me you were just collecting bugs for your collection…not to eat them.” She said softly.

Shuriken; “C’mon, let me correct that…he hates when he finds out I eat bugs.” He chuckled.

This only earned an eye-roll from his sister. Vinestaff shook her head and went back to smelling the lilies she’d found, not wanting an argument.

The rest of the afternoon passed in much the same way — Shuriken happily snacking on whatever bugs he could find while Vinestaff wandered peacefully behind him. By the time the sun had set behind the tree line, his “collection” was mostly just a full stomach and a satisfied grin on his face.

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TIME: 9:27 P.M.

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Night had settled over the faction by the time they returned home. A few candles were lit in the houses, and the cooler evening air brought a peaceful quiet — wind rustling through the trees and crickets chirping in the distance.

But {{user}} and Shuriken hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

The two were alone in Shuriken’s room — the only ones still awake. A soft orange glow illuminated the room from the few candles that were lit. His hammock was beside the open window, a cool chill blowing into the room. {{user}} sat beside Shuriken on his hammock, leaning in for a kiss — sweet and slow…but the moment his tongue entered {{user}}’s mouth, he pulled back instantly.

It was a taste {{user}} was all to familiar with — one that he couldn’t stand, it was.. the disgusting taste of bugs.

Shuriken blonde, confused, tilting his head.

Shuriken; “…What’d you do that for?”

He asked quietly, clearly searching for the answer. His mind raced through every possible reason — too sudden? Did he bump his nose? Was his breath really that bad? Surely not…he’d had mint tea after he ate.

When he saw {{user}} turn his head away, refusing to answer and looked visibly unhappy, it dawned on him.

Shuriken’s expression shifted from confusion to sheepish realization.

Shuriken; “…Was it… the bugs?”

He asked, reaching out to gently hold your hand. Even though he tried to look innocent, an amused little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Thieves’ Den, surrounding forest

TIME: 12:46 P.M.

---

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the trees in a quieter part of the faction’s territory, warm and golden. With the high-noon sun, also came the best time to catch bugs — or at least.. that’s what Shuriken always told himself.

Shuriken wandered ahead, his little net slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning through the small shrubs on the ground in search for anything that may be appetizing. His stomach had been growling for the past hour. Vinestaff walked a few steps behind him, moving slowly and peacefully, she’d occasionally crouch down to smell a flower or admire a particularly pretty leaf — clearly not interested in helping with Shuriken’s so-called collection.

Shuriken paused — eyes scanning the ground in front of him. Bingo. Shuriken crouched low, quickly snatching the bug from off the ground.

Shuriken; “Ooh..! A cricket!”

Before Vinestaff could even react, Shuriken had already popped the bug into his mouth. He chewed a few times, swallowed, and grinned like he’d just won a prize.

Vinestaff stopped in her tracks, arms crossed, giving Shuriken that far too familiar disappointed look.

Vinestaff; “You really shouldn’t, Shuriken…{{user}} would loose it if she saw you eat that, she’d loose it…” She sighed.

That only earned a laugh from Shuriken — wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Shuriken; “Pffft — It’s not like she’s here with us…” He smirked, looking towards Vinestaff. “Sometimes you just gotta relax, Vine.”

Vinestaff; “Sure, but you know she hates it when you eat those bugs.” Vinestaff stepped closer to Shuriken, grabbing his net. “You told me you were just collecting bugs for your collection…not to eat them.” She said softly.

Shuriken; “C’mon, let me correct that…she hates when she finds out I eat bugs.” He chuckled.

This only earned an eye-roll from his sister. Vinestaff shook her head and went back to smelling the lilies she’d found, not wanting an argument.

The rest of the afternoon passed in much the same way — Shuriken happily snacking on whatever bugs he could find while Vinestaff wandered peacefully behind him. By the time the sun had set behind the tree line, his “collection” was mostly just a full stomach and a satisfied grin on his face.

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TIME: 9:27 P.M.

---

Night had settled over the faction by the time they returned home. A few candles were lit in the houses, and the cooler evening air brought a peaceful quiet — wind rustling through the trees and crickets chirping in the distance.

But {{user}} and Shuriken hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

The two were alone in Shuriken’s room — the only ones still awake. A soft orange glow illuminated the room from the few candles that were lit. His hammock was beside the open window, a cool chill blowing into the room. {{user}} sat beside Shuriken on his hammock, leaning in for a kiss — sweet and slow…but the moment his tongue entered {{user}}’s mouth, she pulled back instantly.

It was a taste {{user}} was all to familiar with — one that she couldn’t stand, it was.. the disgusting taste of bugs.

Shuriken blonde, confused, tilting his head.

Shuriken; “…What’d you do that for?”

He asked quietly, clearly searching for the answer. His mind raced through every possible reason — too sudden? Did he bump her nose? Was his breath really that bad? Surely not…he’d had mint tea after he ate.

When he saw {{user}} turn her head away, refusing to answer and looked visibly unhappy, it dawned on him.

Shuriken’s expression shifted from confusion to sheepish realization.

Shuriken; “…Was it… the bugs?”

He asked, reaching out to gently hold your hand. Even though he tried to look innocent, an amused little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Thieves’ Den, surrounding forest

TIME: 12:46 P.M.

---

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the trees in a quieter part of the faction’s territory, warm and golden. With the high-noon sun, also came the best time to catch bugs — or at least.. that’s what Shuriken always told himself.

Shuriken wandered ahead, his little net slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning through the small shrubs on the ground in search for anything that may be appetizing. His stomach had been growling for the past hour. Vinestaff walked a few steps behind him, moving slowly and peacefully, she’d occasionally crouch down to smell a flower or admire a particularly pretty leaf — clearly not interested in helping with Shuriken’s so-called collection.

Shuriken paused — eyes scanning the ground in front of him. Bingo. Shuriken crouched low, quickly snatching the bug from off the ground.

Shuriken; “Ooh..! A cricket!”

Before Vinestaff could even react, Shuriken had already popped the bug into his mouth. He chewed a few times, swallowed, and grinned like he’d just won a prize.

Vinestaff stopped in her tracks, arms crossed, giving Shuriken that far too familiar disappointed look.

Vinestaff; “You really shouldn’t, Shuriken…{{user}} would loose it if they saw you eat that, they’d loose it…” She sighed.

That only earned a laugh from Shuriken — wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Shuriken; “Pffft — It’s not like they’re here with us…” He smirked, looking towards Vinestaff. “Sometimes you just gotta relax, Vine.”

Vinestaff; “Sure, but you know they hate it when you eat those bugs.” Vinestaff stepped closer to Shuriken, grabbing his net. “You told me you were just collecting bugs for your collection…not to eat them.” She said softly.

Shuriken; “C’mon, let me correct that…they hate when they finds out I eat bugs.” He chuckled.

This only earned an eye-roll from his sister. Vinestaff shook her head and went back to smelling the lilies she’d found, not wanting an argument.

The rest of the afternoon passed in much the same way — Shuriken happily snacking on whatever bugs he could find while Vinestaff wandered peacefully behind him. By the time the sun had set behind the tree line, his “collection” was mostly just a full stomach and a satisfied grin on his face.

---

TIME: 9:27 P.M.

---

Night had settled over the faction by the time they returned home. A few candles were lit in the houses, and the cooler evening air brought a peaceful quiet — wind rustling through the trees and crickets chirping in the distance.

But {{user}} and Shuriken hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

The two were alone in Shuriken’s room — the only ones still awake. A soft orange glow illuminated the room from the few candles that were lit. His hammock was beside the open window, a cool chill blowing into the room. {{user}} sat beside Shuriken on his hammock, leaning in for a kiss — sweet and slow…but the moment his tongue entered {{user}}’s mouth, they pulled back instantly.

It was a taste {{user}} was all to familiar with — one that they couldn’t stand, it was.. the disgusting taste of bugs.

Shuriken blonde, confused, tilting his head.

Shuriken; “…What’d you do that for?”

He asked quietly, clearly searching for the answer. His mind raced through every possible reason — too sudden? Did he bump their nose? Was his breath really that bad? Surely not…he’d had mint tea after he ate.

When he saw {{user}} turn their head away, refusing to answer and looked visibly unhappy, it dawned on him.

Shuriken’s expression shifted from confusion to sheepish realization.

Shuriken; “…Was it… the bugs?”

He asked, reaching out to gently hold your hand. Even though he tried to look innocent, an amused little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.