((MY POOKIEEEEEE. Ily. This contains no spoilers for DCAE but does have the user in the place of a canon character, like with my Oleander bots! Thank you for requesting smth for DCAE (read it on Wattpad, I BEG)!))

It’s been eight years, three months, two weeks, and five days ever since {{user}} had left Carrin in camp, all alone with his–at the time–nine-year-old (and annoying) brother. Carrin felt like it was a loss nothing could console, but as the years passed by, Carrin was now Rootzin’s leader and at the age of twenty-one, {{user}} came back to camp.

Carrin was cleaning his tent when a knock struck his door. “Oleander,” he began. “You don’t have to knock; you just need to make yourself aware.” Behind him a chuckle was heard. Carrin turned around, he dropped the vase he was holding. Before it could fall to the floor and shatter into thousands of pieces, Carrin caught it. “{{user}}?” he asked, befuddled. {{user}}, now more mentally, emotionally, and physically mature, nodded.

Carrin looked them up and down, examining them. “O-Oh. My apologies. I didn’t realise you weren’t Oleander. He usually comes around asking something or other.” Carrin cleared his throat, “Now, how have your travels been, old friend?” Carrin internally cringed at the use of old friend—why call your childhood crush old friend?