#* v02 : season two .

[medicinelost-a]

“would you let me.. cut your hair?”

@walkerwhisperer // random inbox memes .

crouched beside the campfire, arvo pokes and prods the fiery embers, trying to keep it burning, but--he's a bit distracted, as, well. for what must've been the hundredth time, he has to push dark, unruly locks from his face, huffing a bit in annoyance. james must've noticed. 💊

" ah? " arvo perks, before pausing, clearly thinking on it, before--what the hell, a shrug, " well i do not see why not... is better to get out of face, no? " 💊

a sigh, as he places the twig he'd been using as a stoker down, and sitting in front of james with a creak from his makeshift leg brace. a pause, before the turns, looking back over his shoulder, expression playful. 💊

" promise will still think am pretty after this? " he jokes, lighthearted. 💊

[adoranoia]

❛ shut up. are you trying to get us killed? ❜ kenny for arvo. very sorry

@loyaltied // &. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a terrible chill ran deep in arvo's bones, shivering from the cold wind that pelted his thin form. the crackling warmth of a fire only a few paces away mocks him, laughter, chatter; as he sits, hands tied to a thick metal frame. 💊 quiet hiccups, shaky gasps, sobs still wrack the teen's body, unable to stop the flow of tears from his eyes, his chest aching, burning. 💊

'shut up,' called a voice suddenly, 'are you trying to get us killed?'-- arvo shoots a teary-eyed glare up at the older man now stood over him, sniffling a bit as he tried to wipe away evidence of his sadness on his sleeve. he looks away, brows still knit together with anger. 💊

" le-leave me alone... " he says, voice quiet, and unsteady. 💊

[medicinelost]

" ah, mechanics? is not hard. i mean, i do robotics, and what is car, but driveable robot? " a beat, as he looks up from the truck's innerworkings, adjusting his glasses absentmindedly. 💊

" am kidding, obviously, but. it does help. ", " now, ah... hand me... " he pau -ses, struggling for the word, " spinny thing? no. wrench! i mean 'wrench'. " (scratching the back of his neck, he looks away, a little embarrassed.) 💊

[empcthis]

verses tag dump.

[adoranoia]

changing things around.............. twdg has taken over my brain, so i hope yall are down w/ it, too. asdfghjkl

[adoranoia]

" ah, mechanics? is not hard. i mean, i do robotics, and what is car, but driveable robot? " a beat, as he looks up from the truck's innerworkings, adjusting his glasses absentmindedly. 💊

" am kidding, obviously, but. it does help. ", " now, ah... hand me... " he pauses, struggling for the word, " spinny thing? no. wrench! i mean 'wrench'. " (scratching the back of his neck, he looks away, a little embarrassed.) 💊

[adoranoia]

❛ i know the odds aren’t good, but we’ve got to try. ❜ ( to arvo ! )

@frozyn // &. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

arvo's ears rang a bit, the sound of his own breathing loud, shoulders tense as the group bickered in hushed voices around him. hands ball up, close, then open again, a subtle tell of nerves--he was scared, any -one would be, this idea of luke's... it was crazy! as the other's try their best to counter it with their own suggestions, or criticize the act of sugg -esting such a thing: the teen found his footing, his voice, and pipes up. 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

" luke is right! " and suddenly, all eyes were on him, surprised, and he can't help but sink down a bit, trying to make himself seem smaller. " is--ah... worth risk, yes? i think so, anyway. " attempting to continue his sudden bravado, he shrugs, " i mean, what other choice do have? " 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, his eyes wander, he doesn't meet anyone's gaze. the group gets back to chattering, and even -tually decide: fine, they'll go along with luke's plan, in the end. 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

arvo follows the rest of the group once they begin their trek, as he comes up to luke's side, he gives him a nervous smile, " i hope you are right... " a mumble. 💊‏‏‎ ‎

[adoranoia]

" you really need be more careful in future... " arvo tsks, pulling off a piece of medical tape, after making sure the other's wound is wrapped up with makeshift bandages. 💊

hands working quietly, he huffs a piece of hair that'd fallen into his face, gnawing lightly at his bottom lip with concern. 💊

" ...am sorry, i do not mean to lecture you... " he continues. 💊

[medicinelost-a]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ from clem!

@loyaltied // 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 .

arvo had been traveling with this new group for a few weeks now, and he's slowly coming to terms with this new normal, somewhat. but, of course, the nerves still eat away at him, the guilt of what happened, how their first meeting went replays in his head, again and again. (he didn't want to rob them! it was buricko and vitali's ideas, the retaliation, they didn't take the strangers threats lightly.) 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

holding a chess piece, his hand shakes slightly. but, suddenly, he pulled from his thoughts by a certain girl's voice, he jumps a little with a light gasp, eyes darting up from the game board in front of him. arvo shakes his head, sets the piece down, fidgeting with hands, he fumbles over his words for a moment. his grasp on english was certainly improving, but it still sometimes took him a second. 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‎

" um! of course, of course... do you wish to play? " (it would be better then playing alone, at least.) 💊‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[medicinelost-a]

fr @regretbell!! / entering the med tent, ben walks over to stand beside arvo, a hand hidden behind his back. " hey, i, uh, found you something while i was out scouting around, " he says, a smile playing about his lips. " h-here, close your eyes for a second, okay? " when arvo does as he asks, ben pulls a boquet of wildflowers out from behind his back, presenting them to arvo with a big grin ( and cheeks flushed lightly pink ). " ta-daaaaaa--! they made me think of you, " he adds.

@regretbell /// random asks, always accepting!

arvo had been counting what medical supplies they had left, making sure that they were all stocked up for the upcoming weeks, when... he hears the ruffle of the tent's front flap being pushed aside, he perks, finding the group's leader, ben: stood a few paces away, hiding something behind his back. the russian tips his head. 💊

" hmmm? " he hums, questioning, before retracting his hands from his work, and turning in his seat to more thoroughly face the other, before, " well, alright. as you wish. " his eyes flutter shut for a moment or two, and when they're opened, they widen at the bright, flowery display. 💊

" a-ah... for me? " he points to himself, sheepishly, before gently reaching out and taking the small bundle of flowers. there's a pause, as he looks them over, turning redder and redder by the second. 💊

he buries his face quietly, hiding behind petals and stems, shying away from the other's sunny gaze. 💊

" th-thank you... are very pretty. daisies, they actually have multiple medical usage too, slowing bleed, soothe cough-- " ever the botanist, (and he rambled when he felt nervous.) 💊

[medicinelost-a]

He's never been good at this sort of thing; admitting that he's wrong, and making up with people. Not when, well… he'd treated the kid the way he had. Wouldn't have blamed him for bolting the moment he approached him.

His gaze doesn't meet his (a sign of guilt) as he wordlessly holds out a granola bar— nothing substantial as far as food goes, but the house they found doesn't have a lot to pick from.

“I'm… not hungry,” he mumbles after a moment, just to make sure the teen wouldn't think he was taking a meal from him. ( from kenny. bc i want them to get along )

@loyaltied // random asks, always accepting!

it'd been about a week or two since arvo's group's deaths, since he'd returned to their old home without them in tow. it hadn't gotten any easier being around this new group, but at least they had stopped tying him up, right...? a sigh. 💊

he sits next to the fireplace, hugging his knees as eyes dart around, watching the embers of the firewood dance. he jumps a little, pulled from his dazed trance, when the granola bar is suddenly offered out to him, and he realizes it's kenny that's crouched down next to him. 💊

arvo's clearly taken off guard, staring much like a cornered prey animal, still skittish--the teen told him off before, and he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. for the other to retaliate. 💊

but, after a moment of waiting for a 'gotcha!', he hesitantly reaches out and takes the apparent peace offering: and mumbles his reply, " um, thank you... " 💊

[medicinelost-a]

scouting the upstairs of the house they'd found themselves in, arvo was glancing through a bookcase in one of the bedrooms. suddenly, he noticed something, tucked away, and couldn't help but get a bit starry-eyed. he heads downstairs, the object in tow. 💊

" hey! guess what found! " with a pause for effect, he reveals what he'd found--a dusty box, containing a chess board and it's pieces. 💊

" do you know how play? we could try, maybe, if want. could be fun, no? " the curve of an almost childish smile, he holds the playset to his chest, chewed fingernails tapping against cardboard excitedly. 💊

[medicinelost-a]

" you really need be more careful in future... " arvo tsks, pulling off a piece of medical tape, after making sure the other's wound is wrapped up with makeshift bandages. 💊

hands working quietly, he huffs a piece of hair that'd fallen into his face, gnawing lightly at his bottom lip with concern. 💊

" ...am sorry, i do not mean to lecture you... " he continues. 💊

[adoranoia]

" ah! no, am doing nothing! " arvo is quickly stubbing out his half-cigar -ette on the nearest surface, hoping somehow the other hadn't noticed. 💊

[adoranoia]

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

@remainedkind // &. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

to be honest, arvo wasn't quite sure how to interact with sarah at first, he had grown used to being the youngest, as a sibling, in the group. he hadn't ever really gotten the chance to interact with someone aro -und sarah's age group, so. yeah, maybe he was a bit awkward, but... 💊

when the girl they'd found alone, wandering, separated from her group in a walker hoard, expressed her fears so openly, well. he knew he had to reply, and at least try to comfort her. 💊

he lightly rests a hand on her shoulder, eyes darting around as he tried to gather the proper words, having to quickly translate it all in his head. 💊

" hey, it is okay. are safe with us, no? we will watch over. and, get you back to original group soon enough. promise. " and then, a slight nervous smile. 💊

[adoranoia]

continued from here ! // @frozyn .

" really? " arvo perks up, " will let me? " the corner of his lips twitch up into a bit of a smile as he fidgeted with hands. he thrummed with nervous, yet excited energy, it'd been so long since he heard music, let alone played it. 💊

of course, piano was more his strong suit, having taken lessons as a kid. but, while his dad thought it was good he was playing a 'proper' instrument, arvo always thought guitar was cooler. 💊

was it really his place to ask, though? to have a moment like this, to bond, after everything that'd happened? he isn't sure... so he hesitates. finally, he takes the instrument, carefully, it wasn't his after all, and after settling it into his lap, he thinks on the other's question for a moment. 💊

" well, i... uh... " a thoughtful hum, " song you were playing before, was pretty? can you show that one? if, if is okay. " 💊