Prompt Day: 3
Goobie(s) Involved: Veen,
PhonePartner: n/a
If Art, NPC?: no
Entry:Phone had just gotten there, but seeing how tense the guards were, he tried to come up with something.
Veen, on the other hand, tried to avoid goobies as much as possible, she would only help the princess if she was required to do so.
Phone thought of many things, and yet none.
How was he supposed to make guards feel relaxed when there was so many goobies around? So much potential danger?
How was he even going to approach them without getting harmed? Without seeming as a threat?
He grabbed Veen's shoulder nervously, and tugged on her sleeve like a child.
His anxiety had gotten the bes out of him, she could tell.
He didnt want to get hurt. He didnt want to be a bother.
Why was jr so hard to be how he usually was? So happy and cheery and nice.
Why did the guards have to terrify him as much as they did?
Veen started dragging him away,
Away from the crowd, away from the guard, and most importantly,
Away of his thoughts.
Phone's mind was racing with everytime that could go wrong, and he eas becoming paranoid,
And then, Veen started calming him down.
The sat down on the sand, and she started drawing on the sand, telling a story quietly, to make Phone have to lean in and focus to hear her.
Phone couldnt focus on her for a few moments, but when he did, he started to feel better as the seconds passed.
Eventually, they started drawing together, and Phone started laughing as the joked and made weirdest dumb decisions in their storytelling.
...He was glad Veen was there.
He was glad she always put up with him when he couldnt be brave,
when he couldnt feel safe.