Spirit Animals Oneshots

~ Reilin Day 13- The Sicky ~

Tw: A horrible demise for food, slight swearing

< Conor >

Conor happily took a bite of his bagel, focused wholeheartedly on the meal. 

Meilin and Abeke sat across from him, deep in conversation. What it was about, he couldn't say. The young Greencloak had learned quite early on that eavesdropping was one of many things Meilin simply did not tolerate.

The bagel was- in a word- heavenly. A nice cream cheese spread evenly across the top, giving perfect balance to the otherwise plain taste. Conor's secret was to cook it atop the (cleaned, obviously) stone fireplace, transferring it to a plate for immediate spreading while the heat piped off.

With a small smile, he swallowed. Even. Just. One. Bite. It was bliss.

Conor brought the bagel closer. The excitement bubbled inside of him, anxious to get another delicious bite in. He licked his lips, humming and tapping his fingers against the side of the bagel to sync with it. What a morning !! What a day !!

A loud clash pulled Conor away from his thoughts. The Euran covered his ears as the sound vibrated through them, glancing towards the source. He furrowed his brows as an unusually messy-footed boy backed away from the shattered dishes littering the floor.

"My plates!!" The woman cried, frozen in place.

"I- I didn't mean to ma'am. Is there any way I can help?" There was something odd about Rollan's voice, he noted. Conor wasn't quite sure what.

He shrugged it off, his attention once again placed on his- Wait. Where was his bagel? Conor surveyed the table, then his hands, and finally... where his bagel lay, on the ground. 

Spread side down.

"NO!!" Conor cried out, falling to his knees. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he realized an unfortunate truth. There was no way to get his bagel back. When he raised his head once more, two shocked brown eyes were staring on at him. He let out a disgruntled sound, whispering, "My bagel..."

Something about his friend's gaze made him uncomfortable, and Conor swallowed his nerves to follow Meilin's line of sight instead. It led to an ill-looking Rollan.

Worried, he watched the sluggish movements and the lick of pink Rollan held in his features. The poor guy looked like he might pass out any second. Before Conor could voice his concern, Meilin did so first. "You look like shit." 

Well- that wasn't how he intended to do it.

"Yeah? I feel it too." Rollan muttered in an ailed voice, dragging himself over to the table. Once there, the Amayan crumpled into a chair.

Conor was silent for a moment. The ragged pattern of his friend's breathing travelled through his ears, which still pulsed from the earlier noise. "Are you feeling okay?"

Rollan shook his head, flinching as he did so. Conor almost laughed at how immediate the reaction was, caught with questionable humor in a serious matter. Like always.

"No I do not." He groaned, slamming his head against the table. Conor gave a wide eyed look. Abeke did likewise, and Meilin... was smiling? Rollan angrily muttered, "Ow."

"Up. Let me check your temperature." Meilin demanded, dropping her smile.

Rollan glumly lifted his head. Once he did so, she laid the back of her hand again his forehead. For a moment, while analyzing the situation carefully, Conor swore he saw adoration in Rollan's eyes as he looked on at Meilin. 

A small smile lifted on the edge of his lips. Meilin quickly pulled away, stuttering. "Y- you're hot." 

"Well, I know I am... But it's nice hearing you say it." 

Abeke sighed loudly, pulling everyone's attention. Hunger was the main priority. A hunger of which reminded Conor of the untimely demised bagel. He silently wished it a painless death. 

She seethed, "Could I please start my breakfast without barfing inside my mouth first?" 

"He knew what I meant." The Zhongese interjected. She wrapped her hand in Rollan's and pulled him to his feet. "Slow the cockiness before I leave you to suffer." 

Conor watched as he briskly nodded his head, as if saying, yes ma'am. When they had both left, the boy threw a suggestive look to Abeke. 

She summoned Uraza in a blinding flash of orange. The leopard sat next to her, narrowed eyes pointed in Conor's direction. 

Abeke brushed a hand through her spirit animal's fur, saying, "Shut up Conor, you aren't getting my bagel." 

Tis' a tragedy that poor Conor lost the love of his life. RIP Bagel. I'm sorry for traumatizing you so much with it. Dude, the amount of oneshots I've done where it's just Meilin dragging Rollan around Greenhaven is insane- 😭🤚

Okay but fr I don't know what this was, at all. Please ignore the weirdness lol