Gardens 1} Densra and Alegro

Alegro, unaware to the presence of the fuchsiablood, is walking along the beach. He's humming a song, without earbuds in or music playing, and passionately playing the air drums. Somehow he is double tasking walking and performing this rad one-man concert. Just why he's walking, to get this energy out. It was an awfully slow day and he woke up with a lot of energy. More than usual. Also needed to get a breath of fresh(ish) air. He still stood a distance from Densra.

Alegro's trained ears immediately made him snap out of his trance and look towards the commotion. He, foolishly, immediately approached the stranger without caution. He speed walked until he was at a foot or twos distance from Densra. In a genuinely worried voice, he asked, "Are you OKAY? Do you ne-ed HELP?" Alegro's face was also laced with concern.

Alegro's face switched from worried to relief to happiness in a couple moments. He grinned and chuckled a little. "I'm GLAD! You lo-ok like you to-ok a BAD FAL-L. It would RUIN my night if I watched someone get HURT." He scanned Densra's appearance. A fuchsiablood, right? He didn't immediately comment on Alegro's appearance. That's nice. "Are you USUAL-LY a clumsy dude? Because I DEFINITELY am. Al-l the time."

Alegro internally cringes. Shit, did he mess up already? When was the last time he approached someone out of the blue. Alegro stands in slight shock before calming down and quickly moving on from that. "It's CO-OL, I GET it, hap-pens to AL-L of us. You don't got-ta WOR-RY." He raises an eyebrow curiously, with the same wide smile on his energetic face. His energetic demeanor was so easily noticeable at first meetings. You could always instantly tell what kind of person he is. A dork. "What's a fuchsiablo-od doin' out HERE slip-ping around? Not that it's MY busines-s."

He noticed the sadness on Densra's face. Sadness? Why is he sad? Alegro ruled out the fact that it's because of him, since they just met. Probably? The musician isn't one to overthink. Or think at all. So he doesn't. "OH, just walking 'round. The ocean is ALWAYS so pret-ty! Would be a WASTE not to visit every so often, huh?" He glanced at the water and then back to Densra. "Plus, ne-eded to burn off some ENERGY, man! I'm all EXCITED and dun-no why, so I came here."

Alegro plopped down on the bench with considerably less grace than Densra. Personal space? Nervousness? Who're they? "Don't blame YA. I'm UNREASONABLY energetic!" He looked at Densra, gave the same nice smile back, and turned to the scenery again. "You get enough sle-ep? Or is it more, like, MENTAL tirednes-s? Again, you don't HAVE to answer."

"REALLY? Are you saying I have a SPECIAL personality or somethin'?" He scoffs without looking at Densra. "Wel-l, EVERYONE is SUPER special on this planet. Haven't met any BLAND people. It's so EXCITING! That's PART of the reason I like Amalgama. So many interesting folks. 'Special-ly the ALIENS."

"Hm-m, I've heard. I'm from Beforus, so I CAN'T relate." He shifted in his seat, he didn't want to sound ungrateful with his next words, but it was important to be honest. Right? "I FE-EL like I SHOULDN'T have be-en on Beforus. It was to-o... boring there. At LEAST Amalgama is a mix of the peaceful AND dangerous." Alegro looked down and added, "I'm SOR-RY if I sound like a baby."

Alegro huffs, although the face he gives Densra isn't annoyed at all. Maybe a mix of amused and happy. He instantly decides this guy is cool. Dammit Alegro, you barely know him. Since when has that mattered? Cool. Fish. Dude. "I GUES-S you're RIGHT. Wel-l, I'm hap-py I live in Amalgama. If I had spent ONE more swe-ep on Beforus, I would've culled MYSELF." His eyes widen and he quickly adds, "N-NOT that I'm depr— it was a FIGURE OF SPE-ECH. I didn't MEAN it, sor-ry!" He laughs nervously and looks at the ground once again. Nice work! Dork.

Alegro giggled a bit at his own stupidly. Then, he changed the subject suddenly. "If you DON'T mind me asking, what's your name? Oh, I should say MINE-" He pauses for a second. To Densra, it would seem like he forgot his own name. Alegro was just thinking if this was a good idea. Maybe a little thinking is neccessary. Should he be getting all chummy with this guy? ...Who cares? Alright, thinking time over. "Alegro. I'm Alegro. Don't FORGET it!"

Alegro took Densra's hand with enthusiasm and shook it. His face formed a wobbly smile. Partly because hand shaking seems so formal and weird, and the other because hand touching? That's kinda embarrassing? His cheeks would turn a light rust if he wasn't so calm and collected. He pulled his hand back and laughed somewhat awkwardly. "What, we've JUST met and I ALREADY made an imprint on your thinkpan? Is it a GO-OD one at least?"

He covers his mouth and giggles again. "NO ONE has EVER complimented me on my ENERGY aura!!" He drops his hand to his side. "You're the FIRST. Can you believe that? Thanks, Densra!" Alegro's smile faltered a little. Sure, these two are strangers, but Alegro couldn't help but feel worry for Densra. Shouldn't he get some rest? Stay away from stress? Haha, good one Alegro. Add that rhyme to a song. His mind quickly wandered.

He noticed Densra dozing off. Or, trying not to sleep? Why would he be struggling not to sleep? Is he that tired? "Hey... if you fe-el tired, you should just rest. Even if you can't get a ful-l sle-ep in, you're real-ly tired."

"Densra, if we ONLY know each other for a couple MINUTES and I can STIL-L tel-l that you're tired, you ne-ed rest." Alegro's enthusiastic smile was replaced by a more gentle one. He seemed to really care about this. "I don't wan-na but-t into a STRANGER'S life or anythin', but it's a BIT wor-rying.

Alegro sighed and nodded. He guesses he can understand that. But there's definitely more to it. Still, he isn't this guy's moirail or anything. Hopefully he has one. "Yeah, I'l-l get of-f your case about it. Don't wan-na RUIN your time here!" He laughed quietly.
"Bad times SUCK. That's why I'm always so hap-py. I'm not go-od at being sad MYSELF, but helping people is awesome. I don't have MUCH of a problem with my OWN fe-elings."

Alegro looked confused for a second and then his eyes widened in realization. He waved his hands out of dismissal. "OH- no! I'm total-ly fine! I have NOTHING to wor-ry about, genuinely! That DID sound like I'm not okay, but I am!" He laughed in amusement. "I don't fe-el COMPLICATED emotions al-l that much. Only, like, the BASIC things."

"Hey, I've be-en OUTSIDE for a while. I'm get-ting tired MYSELF. But you se-em real-ly co-ol!" He smiles at Densra. Then he gets an idea and clasps his hands together excitedly. "Do you use Trol-lian?? Would you like to STAY in contact? It's okay if you AREN'T, but it's be-en nice to talk to you!"

"Awesome!" Alegro stands up too and looks at Densra. He rubs the back of his neck. "Ah... you should give me YOURS first. Mine is sil-ly. I mean, it fits ME, but it's sil-ly."

Alegro had a completely straight face for a couple moments. After reaching his apparent conclusion, he smiled. "I don't know what those words mean." He laughed and shook his head. "At least they ARE words! When I mes-sage you, it'll be SO obvious it's me. I don't know WHEN I made my handle, but it was PROBABLY when I was already MATURE. Or, at least, MY standards of mature."

Alegro nodded so quickly that his vision blurred for a second. He blinked a couple times and held a thumbs up. "Yep! As so-on as I can! I hope we'l-l make AWESOME friends in the future!" He, in the most carefree manner, alluded to future events. As a (technically) seer would. "You're al-l right, Densra."

Alegro waved back, a little too late. He stood in high spirits, looking at the spot where the sea dweller disappeared. He didn't think about anything but how happy he was to make a new friend. Any doubts about Densra's intentions? If they'll stay in contact? Nope. Only the fact that the fuchsiablood is hella cool. Alegro walked home in the same high spirits, repeating Densra's handle in his head over and over. He would, surprisingly, end up remembering the handle and adding Densra later on. For now, he walked home with nothing but a handle (and a very tired fish) on his mind.
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