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of-golden-guns *CAYDE JUST THROWS HIS ARM UP*

A volunteer! Despite the fact that most everything about Marwood is haphazard, his flower crowns are impeccable.

...he is, however, a bit short. So he gestured for Cayde to lean down. "Can't reach without jumpin', chief."

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You know, with the Witness gone and all, seems like as good a time as any to plop down in the grass and make some flowers crowns for anyone who wants 'em.

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Marwood had his helmet off, since they were on Earth- no point in wearing it when he could actually breathe here, and wasn't on a mission.

Which meant Bunn-13 got the full brunt of Marwood's big baby blue eyes, brows furrowed as he bypassed the second beer entirely to nudge up against 13, head tucked under Bunny's chin, and arms curling around his middle, hands balling into a fist just under 13's shoulder blades, voice muffled into his shirt.

"I love you."

"Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad Dad Dad Dad-"

You know what? He’ll let Marwood run out of breath for a while before answering. 13 pops the cap off one of the bottles of beer he brought with him with his belt buckle and takes a swig, before passing a second one over to the younger Hunter.

“Kid.”

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This one smells of Moon dust.

Nightlight drifts from perch to perch with his glaive in hand, following behind this strange Tall One and his personal droid at a distance out of wary curiosity. Even now, while it is easier for the humans to reach the Moon, they do not often stay there long enough for the dust to so thoroughly cling to them. Not since the armored bugs broke through the crust.

So how is it that this one bears such a mark so deeply as to call to him?

Marwood minds his own business, he likes to think.

Stuff just.. happens. Happens to him, specifically. ...actually, he's starting to get why 13 mostly just goes 'aw hell' when stuff happens. So yeah, actually, he is minding his own business, doing Hunter stuff, you know. Chilling. But it's impossible to ignore a bright glowing object any sort of way, and when he whips his head around to look, it's almost like.. the Light? But a person. At least, they're person shaped. And glowing, did he mention the glowing? His hand slips down to the knife in his pocket as he turns. "..uh. Friend or Foe?"

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There's white shit falling from the sky.

Marwood tips his helmet a little, until he can take it off of his head, peering up at it with wide eyed wonder. Is this.. dangerous? Good, bad?

A flake of whatever the fuck this is taps against his nose, but before he can so much as cross his eyes to look at it, it.. melts. ..water? Frozen water. Whaddafuk. He swipes the back of his hand over his nose, but doesn't move, eyes on the sky.

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"Man. How come so many Guardians are busting it down swagless style. Leaving so many fucking crumbs, not a god damn person eating."

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Marwood pauses in his crunch of the cookies to offer a thumbs up in return.

"Hey, uh. Uh. What the fuck is Dawning?"

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"..what's 'Winter'?" What the fuck is snow? He squints at 13, because while he is entirely down for cookies and celebrations and presents, some of those words sound made up. Snow. 'Snow'. He repeats that to himself a couple of times, like he's trying to feel it out with his mouth.

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"Wuh.." Well, fuck, ok, free cookies. Time to plop down on his ass with his legs sprawled out and eat them, then.

"Hey, uh. Uh. What the fuck is Dawning?"

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"Hey, uh. Uh. What the fuck is Dawning?"

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Marwood pauses in his very important task of 'roll up yarn into ball' and gives a full body wiggle. Of excitement. He is excited.

"Yeah? I get to knit, now?"

"C'mere. I'm gonna teach you how to knit in the round, it'll make doin' seamless stuff easier..."

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redeyedefiant "That is-- okay, no, you did technically answer the question."

Look at the way the kid beams at 13. Not a thought in that head.

"Yeah? I did good."

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"Losing blood? No, I've kept eyes on it this whole time, it's right over there."

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"Yeah! I uh..." When did he wake up, again? "Maybe a month or two ago? I don't remember." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.

"Bunny found me and just kinda kept me. I don't got my Hunter legs, yet, so he's kinda teaching me how to be a good one."

"I am going to put this in my MOUTH."

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Marwood's peel of laughter could probably be bottled and canned up and sold. Liquid Light.

He rocks back onto his ass, hiccuping, and then leans in to peel it off of 13's face, holding it cupped in both hands. Real careful, gotta be careful with little guys, they were awful fragile, and squirmy.

He sets it down in a patch of grass, and watches it hop off, before nudging the exo with his elbow. "Get a load of that guy, huh?"

"13. 13. 13. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad-"

“Marwood. Woody. Kid,” Bunn-13 answers, not looking up from the patch of dirt he’s been weeding. An ear flicks as Aloha whizzes past again. “Baby boy. Problem child.”

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"Well Traveller knows I can't stand an upset stomach. Ask 13, off ouch, my tummy. Can't even go on missions after that."

"I am going to put this in my MOUTH."

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"I wanna show you this thing I found! Look, look-" He does not wait for 13 to look up from what he's doing, though, instead dumping a whole frog on the ground in front of him, right in the little patch of dirt.

"A guy."

"13. 13. 13. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad-"

“Marwood. Woody. Kid,” Bunn-13 answers, not looking up from the patch of dirt he’s been weeding. An ear flicks as Aloha whizzes past again. “Baby boy. Problem child.”