[Despite the debriefing and doing his own legwork in ascertaining what's going on, Eustace is still wary about this entire situation. When you come from a world where there are primal beasts and other entities capable of altering one's realty or cause dimensional rifts, it's difficult to be so accepting of such bizarre circumstances. But there's not much he can do for now but to continue exploring and deal with things as they come.]
⊗ springtime celebrations
[Well this lone wolf is definitely a bit of an odd one out as he ventures into the picnic area. Although a bit fascinated by how the animals run around to organize everything he stands off to the side, mostly to observe first before moving on.
1. He didn't sign up for the band. Now, animals used to be more intimidated around him due to his more standoffish personality, but whether it's because he's softened up over the years or these particular ones are more daring—]
—!
[Eustace can be seen suddenly headbutted by a sheep from behind, making him stumble forward where the instruments are. Maybe that sheep has a vendetta towards wolves who knows— Regardless, he's there and now he has a guitar shoved in his hands.
...? .......????]
Here.
[And just like that, Eustace is just going to pass off the instrument to someone else.
2. At the grill. After escaping from the instruments, Eustace once again finds himself in an inexplicable situation, this time standing in front of a grill with some food and vegetables currently roasting on top of it. How did he get here, he still isn't sure. One second he was just walking past curious to see what they have, and in the next, one of the fairies frantically grabs him, asks if he knows how to work a grill, he automatically (and dumbly) responded yes, and now here he is, flipping over the items so they don't burn.
...Seriously, he should just walk away and he is so very tempted, but seeing the line of people makes him hesitate and sigh.]
It'll be done a minute. There's a batch on the table, so get those if you can't wait.
[...His customer service attitude could use work, but whatever.
3. Just a taste. When he finally is able to escape, he finds a tree to rest under, briefly closing his eyes. Seriously, what kind of place... And then his ears twitch when he hears the scurrying of paws quickly set up an entire picnic ensemble next to hi, his eyes opening wide.]
Hey, wait—
[.....He wasn't going to stay here and now they've dumped an assortment of food, even thanking him for his help before scampering off. ... ...He would have probably been more willing if any of them had been puppies— In any case, he just sighs as he eyes the food. Isn't even safe to eat...? Maybe he can just give it to someone else, which leads to—]
Hey, you. I don't really need this so you can have it.
[He might be persuaded to at least try some of the various foods, which include: flower cupcakes, flower punch, slices of fruit pie.]
⊗ purrfect gardening
[...Cats.... He's actually quite fine with them, but they are not dogs— Anyway, if he has to live here and need to cultivate this garden... He supposes he could give it a shot. Assuming everything he had been told is true, anyway. But gardening? This is taking him back...
He'll slowly work the soil, his garden of white dog roses with a few pink ones nestled within the clusters. Small, but it's a start. And just going to quietly mumble to himself as he works—]
Cat fairies... Are there any dog fairies...?
[He's also not going to go out towards other gardens—a bit too private for that even if it is encouraged. But anyone is welcome to stumble or plant some in his own, he won't mind that much.]
⊗ wildcard catchall
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Eustace | Granblue Fantasy
⊗ springtime celebrations
1. He didn't sign up for the band. Now, animals used to be more intimidated around him due to his more standoffish personality, but whether it's because he's softened up over the years or these particular ones are more daring—]
—!
[Eustace can be seen suddenly headbutted by a sheep from behind, making him stumble forward where the instruments are. Maybe that sheep has a vendetta towards wolves who knows— Regardless, he's there and now he has a guitar shoved in his hands.
...? .......????]
Here.
[And just like that, Eustace is just going to pass off the instrument to someone else.
2. At the grill. After escaping from the instruments, Eustace once again finds himself in an inexplicable situation, this time standing in front of a grill with some food and vegetables currently roasting on top of it. How did he get here, he still isn't sure. One second he was just walking past curious to see what they have, and in the next, one of the fairies frantically grabs him, asks if he knows how to work a grill, he automatically (and dumbly) responded yes, and now here he is, flipping over the items so they don't burn.
...Seriously, he should just walk away and he is so very tempted, but seeing the line of people makes him hesitate and sigh.]
It'll be done a minute. There's a batch on the table, so get those if you can't wait.
[...His customer service attitude could use work, but whatever.
3. Just a taste. When he finally is able to escape, he finds a tree to rest under, briefly closing his eyes. Seriously, what kind of place... And then his ears twitch when he hears the scurrying of paws quickly set up an entire picnic ensemble next to hi, his eyes opening wide.]
Hey, wait—
[.....He wasn't going to stay here and now they've dumped an assortment of food, even thanking him for his help before scampering off. ... ...He would have probably been more willing if any of them had been puppies— In any case, he just sighs as he eyes the food. Isn't even safe to eat...? Maybe he can just give it to someone else, which leads to—]
Hey, you. I don't really need this so you can have it.
[He might be persuaded to at least try some of the various foods, which include: flower cupcakes, flower punch, slices of fruit pie.]
⊗ purrfect gardening
He'll slowly work the soil, his garden of white dog roses with a few pink ones nestled within the clusters. Small, but it's a start. And just going to quietly mumble to himself as he works—]
Cat fairies... Are there any dog fairies...?
[He's also not going to go out towards other gardens—a bit too private for that even if it is encouraged. But anyone is welcome to stumble or plant some in his own, he won't mind that much.]
⊗ wildcard catchall