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[imatreenow]

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[.........He's...a tree. That explains a few things.]

Let me guess, now you're going to tell me some sad story. [how enthused he sounds at this prospect: NOT AT ALL.]

[pearheaded]

I guess so. I still don't know the ending of it, though, so hopefully it'll be happy. [smile smile] Carolina grew up away from people with her dad; she was taught to hate humans, because they were bad and treated her wrong. You and her would probably get along juuuuust fine.

...

With less impaling from either side, I think.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He's assuming that this Carolina person is as much Ian's friend as he is. That is to say, not at all. Just another idiotic delusion borne from blinding idealism. It isn't even worthy of a derisive response; have some stony silence instead.]

[pearheaded]

She and Rupert are the only people who are like me... Sometimes I wonder if there are ever anyone else out there like us. Rupert said there could be...

[He beams.]

Not that I mind much. I've been meeting all kinds of unique people here. It makes me feel less alone in that way, yanno?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He knows. He definitely knows the feelings of security and validation given by the existence of others like yourself... But he isn't going to open up to the tree man; he doesn't want to encourage him. The sudden (and horrifying) realization that they have something in common only annoys Mithos. Deeply.]

.....Are you done yet?

[pearheaded]

Mmmmm... I guess so. [And how's floating going for you?] You're a weird fella, yanno that?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[It's going...cold. Shiver shiver. His fingers are starting to go numb.]

I couldn't care less about your miserable opinion. [Ian is the one calling him weird? Really.]

[pearheaded]

Hey, it's not miserable! I'm actually pretty content, right now!

...

Are you okay?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not okay. [--and as he says this, his grip on the metal bar actually slips. kjasdhf back to flailing around in the water a little before fumbling for a hold again.]

1/2

[pearheaded]

[E-eh—he hovers his hand up, but doesn't jump to the rescue.

3:^| Mrrrr.]

[pearheaded]

[... Oh!! I HAVE AN IDEA!! :D

He sits in front of the bars and puts his legs through them up to his knees, beside Mithos. Now you have foot stands. /me gusta]

You can stand on my legs and hold the bars!

[DO IT, MITHOS, DOOO IIIIIT]

1/2 like a boss

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[No. He's not touching you unless it's for the purpose of maiming.

And he's about to tell Ian just that, when...]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[As suddenly as it appeared, the artificially-generated ocean recedes, replacing itself with a beach instead. Ha. ha. >:| Mithos is left sprawled out on his belly on the sand, still hanging onto those bars.]

[pearheaded]

....











I think it worked!!

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Carefully, slowly, looking as though he might slaughter every grain of sand in sight, he picks himself up. As it turns out, sand likes sticking to anything that's wet.]

You didn't do anything, you worthless fool. [ohmygod he's so fed up with this. ready to flip everything into the sun.]

[pearheaded]

Aha... oh. [... Slowly moving.] Feeling better?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He stands now, brushing sand from his front. Bah, it's even in his hair.]

I'll feel better [this is the verbal equivalent of gnashing through steel with ones teeth] when I am no longer forced to suffer your company.

[pearheaded]

.... Well. I guess if you really wanna be alone...

[He looks up, frowning.]

I don't know why you'd want something so lonely, though.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Because he doesn't want to regret anything. He's smarter than that.

This glare is his only answer.]

[pearheaded]

Can't you tell me anything? Like... I dunno'. Your favorite food?

... I can bring you some... Or something.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

...I don't want anything.

[He wouldn't trust any food from you. Leave faster. ...Still trying to comb sand out of his hair with his fingers. But. Wet hair. It doesn't work out so well.]

[pearheaded]

[... :C

He goes toward the entrance, stretching his arm.]

Alright! I'll sit outside and keep a look-out 'til this is over, then. Wouldn't want any scary animals barging in here when you're stuck in there.