Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
He's never going to touch silverware again at this rate.
Oh she says, and it feels wrong. The sound of it lands oddly, and he can't place it. Figuring the issue is that he can't much see her face now with the raft light so distant, he tries to close the distance amid the surf, one hand reaching out for her through the dark tide that keeps pushing and pulling. Then the first word starts up, but she clips it back, and that's wrong too. For all their games and competitions, it seems he upset her with this one, more tease than any actual gameboard. "Flo—" He starts to say just as she rouses her voice again, so he sucks his back in.
Her questions continue to make little sense, and his 'brow wrinkles as he tries to understand. "Did I want...the person I channeled to be here?" he repeats, as if sure that the waves had swallowed something up. She's not stupid, he knows that, so clearly he must be, because it feels like this answer is so obvious there's no reason she'd ask it. Unless you can channel without meaning to, like preejaculating, but with demi-gods. Mel had not been any precum though.
"I mean, yeah," he finally relents, unable to see a different angle for what she means. "Although I sure fucking thought she'd help me beat you to shore and not just scare us both to death." Although, now they're back on even distance, so in a weird way, Mel kinda did what he asked.
Oh she says, and it feels wrong. The sound of it lands oddly, and he can't place it. Figuring the issue is that he can't much see her face now with the raft light so distant, he tries to close the distance amid the surf, one hand reaching out for her through the dark tide that keeps pushing and pulling. Then the first word starts up, but she clips it back, and that's wrong too. For all their games and competitions, it seems he upset her with this one, more tease than any actual gameboard. "Flo—" He starts to say just as she rouses her voice again, so he sucks his back in.
Her questions continue to make little sense, and his 'brow wrinkles as he tries to understand. "Did I want...the person I channeled to be here?" he repeats, as if sure that the waves had swallowed something up. She's not stupid, he knows that, so clearly he must be, because it feels like this answer is so obvious there's no reason she'd ask it. Unless you can channel without meaning to, like preejaculating, but with demi-gods. Mel had not been any precum though.
"I mean, yeah," he finally relents, unable to see a different angle for what she means. "Although I sure fucking thought she'd help me beat you to shore and not just scare us both to death." Although, now they're back on even distance, so in a weird way, Mel kinda did what he asked.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
