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[imatreenow]

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Do you not have any brains? It should be obvious that I despise you.

[pearheaded]

Why's that? I didn't even do anything to you!

make that 1/2

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

You're--

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[His enlightening answer (or...insult, most likely) is swallowed up by the interior of the cell deciding it would rather be an ocean. What had been solid ground beneath his feet is now the water's surface, and so gravity and physics quickly pull him into the (surprisingly realistic) briny depths. Commence flailing.

A few seconds later, his head bobs to the surface again. Spluttering water and more flailing, but executed in a far more dignified manner. Maybe. He knows the rudiments of how to swim...it's just been a very long time, because why swim when you can fly and teleport? Strangely, despite the water being so deep where he is, it ends at the bars separating him and the tree man.]

[pearheaded]

[...


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...]

U-uh. You need some help?

[That is water. Weiiird.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

No. [He tries to shoot a glare over to Ian, but because the struggle to stay afloat requires more of his attention at the moment it probably falls flat in effectiveness. His now water-logged clothes aren't really helping things.

In his flailing, he somehow manages to end up where the bars demarcate the front of his cell. Finally, something solid to grab onto. He tries not to look like he's clinging too desperately. Or like too much of a drowned rat, but...well.]

[pearheaded]

[Ffffff, you're so adorbs when you're half-drowned! /pinches cheek]

Are you sure I can't throw you a... life vest, or something?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

And where would you find one down here?

[Very sardonic. Seriously, go away. He's still hanging on tight, but wet hands + sleek metal = not the best grip]

[pearheaded]

... Good point.

[/reaches towards, then! 8D]

Take my hand! I'll keep you from drowning!

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[nope, he doesn't let go even a tiny bit.]

As if I'd entrust my life to you.

[pearheaded]

Oh come on, I just wanna help you out a little.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

I neither want nor need your help.

[pearheaded]

But you look like a drowned mouse. Can I at least get you something to hold onto or something?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[his eyes flare at what he takes to be an insult]

Does it look like there's anything here? [seriously, get some eyes.] The most useful thing you could do is leave me alone. [...and now he's shivering a little. great. Hey, underground + no sun + wet = chilly]

[pearheaded]

I can...




go fetch a nice stick to hold onto?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

I said I don't need your help! [The definition of snapping, right here. Forget wearing thin, his patience is broken right now. He doesn't want you anywhere near him, especially in such an infuriatingly helpless and vulnerable state.]

[pearheaded]

Fine, be that way.

[Huff. He walks off...


and sits across the way. Yup.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[At first, he think that he has succeeded in getting rid of Ian...and then he realizes it was stupid to get his hopes up.

Entering ignoring mode. How long is this ocean going to last?]

[pearheaded]

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Um. So.



Not a fan of swimming?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring-- No, he's too aggravated now. It isn't good enough to pretend there's no one around.]

Why are you still here?

1/2

[pearheaded]

It's a free forest! I can stay here for a little bit if I want!

[pearheaded]

...

It's scary out there.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[This is a "you're incomprehensibly stupid" sort of look. Memorize this. It would be scary in here too, if he could get at you, Ian.]

[pearheaded]

I can't help but get the feeling you don't like me very much.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

It's taken you long enough to figure that out. [Still hanging in there, though it's becoming increasingly uncomfortable.]