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?* [Oren x Durple] *?

It blows you away, no matter how many times you're shown the same trick.

"So... I'm guessing you weren't feeling it? The party, I mean." Durple turned to look at Oren, who was still staring out at the water. In response, Oren silently shakes his head no. After a lingering silence, Durple goes back to looking out at the water and singing a gentle tune with his trumpet-sounding voice; the one that made Oren relax and get lost in the moment. As he sung, he looks over to Durple as he sings, a relaxed smile still plastered on his face. He sooner or later rests his headphones around his neck to hear Durple better, the calming sound sending him into another world.

Durple finally realized Oren is staring at him, and he looks over at him in confusion. "....You good, Oren?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head. For the second time, Oren shook his head without a word. The silence was becoming a bit too awkward for Durple; Oren was never usually this silent. What was going on inside his head?

"Dude, you're just staring at me..." Durple uncomfortably shifts away from Oren a bit, making the other laugh.

"So what? It's not like it was botherin' you earlier, man. What's with the sudden change, huh?" Oren leans back on his hands, his expression still relaxed and casual. Durple scoff and rolls his eyes, averting his gaze. "There was no sudden change. I just had a realization was all..." The dragon defended himself, folding his arms. Noticing his grouchyness, a playful smirk forms on Oren's face. He slowly raises his arm and pokes Durple's arm; there was no reaction. Still, Oren's smirk grows, and his pokes grow persistent. With his patience thinning, Durple huffs and turns to Oren. "You done?"

"Nah. I ain't finna be done for a long while, Durp."

"Oren.... tch, just stop." Durple growls softly, brushing Oren's hand away in a polite manner. But still, Oren doesn't let up. This time he moves downward and pokes his tail, making the dragon flinch. Durple's eye twitches, and he once again brushes his hand away in a polite manner. "Stop means stop, Oren."

"No means no, Durple."

"You're so annoying- gah!!" Durple flinches as Oren then poked him in his side; that was when he lost it. "Alright, now you've done it!" Durple snarls, and he tackled Oren into the grass, earning a shocked yelp for him. With the peaceful atmosphere gone, Durple was now chasing Oren around the pond, who was laughing gleefully from the excitement. The chase scene lasts a while, but it ends with Durple eventually tackling Oren to the ground, and then tickling him until he couldn't breathe. Soon the two lay side by side in the grass, and they stare up at the sky. The silence lingered, but not for long, as sooner or later, Durple speaks up. "So, I never really asked but.. what happened at the party? What made you wanna leave?"

"Well... it was basic celebration shit. Dessert, food, music of course. I sorta got sick halfway through, so I just went home..."

"You're sick?! Oren, you shouldn't be outside then! Here... at least sit here." Durple helps Oren relax against the tree. In response, the alien chuckles.
"Damn. You care about me too much, Durple."

"You don't mind it."

Oren's smile grows as he is set with his back against the bark of the tree, and then given water. He takes a drinks it, all while Durple watches him in concern. After he finishes, he wipes his mouth off and hand the cup back to Durple, who takes it and checks his temperature with his free hand. "Alright... it's not too bad." He took a sigh of relief and sat in the grass close by Oren. It was silent once again, and the two sat and glanced around idly. As time ticked away, Oren decided to look over at Durple, who seemed to be peaceful as he took in his surroundings. 'Durple... you're such a beautiful creature...' Oren thinks to himself, blushing slightly. Should he tell him now? No... it wouldn't be the right time. Not while he's sick like this. Maybe another time.