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windupiceheart · 8 months
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25: Call it a day
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wc. 1181, B'ig and Vertical also Celric, SHB
“B’ig, you can call it a day.” Celric walked through to the backstage of the Beehive where B’ig Nunh was waiting for his queue. 
“Really?” B’ig perked up. 
“Yes, you did great today.” Celric ruffled his hair a little. “Take the day to enjoy the city. Just make sure you come back to my room tonight.” He winked. 
“Haha… Okay… Uhh, sir, can I have my clothes back then?” The Beehive dancer uniform consisted of grey trousers, sandals, a mask, but not much else. At this point, he had gotten used to being shirtless, but he still couldn’t quite feel comfortable. Also he didn’t have his hat. It was very important to him. 
Celric walked over to a shelf and grabbed some clothes that were definitely not his clothes. “Wear these.” 
“But–” B’ig was interrupted by Celric’s smile. “Th-thanks, sir.” He took the clothes Celric gave him and went into one of the change rooms. He was a little disappointed he wasn’t getting his clothes back (for now at least).
B’ig looked into the mirror. A bright purple vest and a black sarouel. It isn’t too bad I supposed, but I do wish it were blue. The neck was also a bit lower than B’ig would have liked, or at least he’d like it if Celric had given him a shirt to wear underneath. It would have been like his usual attire. But this would have to do. He walked out of the changing room, Celric stood there waiting for him. 
“Let me see you, B’ig.” B’ig did a little spin. “Very good. Have fun, B’ig. See you soon.” He put his hand on B’ig’s shoulder before walking off. 
“Haha.. Yes, okay, thanks sir,” He couldn’t help but use his polite guest service voice with Celric since he was his boss, and honestly he was quite scared of being kicked out of the city if Celric decided he didn’t like him anymore. But Celric did seem to like B’ig, so hopefully that wouldn’t be any time soon. He still had to find Vertical and the other scions. 
Finally walking out of Beehive, he made his way to the plaza and– Oh my gods is that. B’ig ran across the room as fast as he could. “V-v-v-v-v-v-Verrrrrrrtiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicalllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!” 
A quite tall Elezen turned her head towards him and braced as she saw a Miqo’te sprinting head on towards her. “b’ig?” Vertical caught him as he leapt onto her.  “nice outfit.” 
B’ig had a koala hold on Vertical as he started crying in her arms. “Vertical I misssed youuuuuu…”
“were you here the whole time?” Vertical let go of B’ig as he climbed down and wiped his face. “oh, alphinaud is also here, he’s working.” She pointed in a direction, and then another direction, and then another direction, before shrugging and giving up. The Canopy wasn’t that big, B’ig made a note to catch up with Alphinaud when he eventually bumped into him. He nudged at Vertical to come sit with him at one of the tables so they could catch up. 
“I landed here in Eulmore when we got split up in– in the void?” B’ig scratched his head. “Well, wherever we were taken through.” B’ig pointed towards the outdoor area. “That’s where I landed.” 
“ah.” 
“Yeah, right? I fell face flat and then one of the guards came up to me and told me I was suspicious. And then a man, he’s called Celric, came up and saved me. Claimed he was my patron. And then he did become my patron? I think.” 
“alphinaud and i also have a patron. we paint–no, he paints. i’m his assistant.” B’ig had to stifle a giggle because he knew that both he and Vertical were not the most talented artists. At all, actually. 
“Right, so Celric’s been making me sing and dance–”
“you’re singing and dancing?” In Vertical’s head, flashbacks of her accidentally walking on B’ig Nunh singing or dancing causing B’ig to stop and get overly embarrassed flew by. 
“Listen!!! It’s life or death over here. Okay, so he’s making me sing and dance at the Beehive, and uh… some other stuff.” He didn’t really want to get into it with his best friend if he had to be honest. “Oh they did try to make me be one of the honeybees, like a host, but decided that performing was a better choice for me.” 
“mmhm.” Vertical gave him a look behind her eyepatch and long bangs covering her other eye.
“I swear I’m a good flirt… at home. I am!” 
“okay,” 
“I am!!! Nevermind that, the worst part of all of this is that they took my clothes.” He sadly waved his hands towards himself, showing off the clothing Celric gave him earlier, then pointed to his head. “Look no hat,” he made himself look as pathetic as possible. 
Vertical patted his shoulder to comfort him. “we’ll get it back.”
“Really?”
“of course.” Vertical smiled, or at least she felt like she was smiling. It probably looked like her usual stoic expression, but B’ig could tell nonetheless. “mm, i had things to tell you.” 
Vertical did her best to try to explain what happened on her end. About landing in a place with purple trees and meeting Lyna and then the Crystal Exarch, the man who brought them here. Also that the other scions were here and have been here for quite some time, since time ran a little differently than home. B’ig got the gist of it. “the crystarium is… big.” 
“Oh gods, did you get lost?” 
“yeah, it’s okay though, he got someone to escort me.”
“Man, I wish I had been there with you.“ But he shed a single tear in his heart, because he knew that she would still manage to get lost even if he had landed in the same place as her. 
“mhm…” B’ig leaned back, but suddenly sat straight up.
“Aw shite, what’s the time?” he frantically got up and walked to Vertical, putting both hands on her shoulders. “Vertical. Please don’t die. If you get lost, this floor is a circle, if you keep walking around you will be okay. Stick to Alphinaud if you can, he’s smart. I… need to go back to Celric because…” he trailed off thinking of what to say. He couldn’t just say ‘because he probably wants to do some weird sex thing’. Should have just ended the sentence at Celric, idiot. “...He’s my patron and he told me to. Will you still be in Eulmore for the next while?” he said with pleading eyes.
Vertical nodded. She and Alphinaud had their own mission in the city so they would be here regardless. 
“ah, wait,” she dug into her bag and took out a small object. She handed it to B’ig. “you left this in here.”
B’ig did a little gasp. One of his heart hair clips. “Thanks Vertical, I hope to see you soon… please.” Vertical gave him a small wave.
With a grin he ran off to go up to the residential area where the free citizens resided. 
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