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[imatreenow]

For those moments when we're in between posts and need to thread something out.

Please note the date and the type of post - action, written, or voice.

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[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.