Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
His eyes widen, the moment impossibly slowing, which seems at odds with the uptick to his pulse, because where is she going!? "FLORA!" he calls out, but doesn't wait for her answer once it's clear she's on a mission. Abandoning the steady cling he'd woven himself into on the rails and rope he shoves off after her at a run. She jerks to a halt on the wheel, providing some clarity, although he's certain they've no means to steer away at this point. Even with distance difficult to gauge, it seems pretty apparent at this proximity that collision is imminent.
He's several strides behind her still, so when she shouts out about the bag, his attention snaps that way, peripheral sliding past the looming shape of the oncoming calf. "Fuck!" he grinds out as he skids to a half-halt. Boots squeal over the deck with the force of the change in direction, momentum stalling for just for a moment before swinging fully into his turn and sending him dashing down towards the mast and the bag positioned there. He also doesn't know if it's better at this point to keep it open or closed, but he'd like to be near enough to make that choice on way or another.
The whale's hip bump is about the same as a high five from Dwayne the rock Johnson. The sudden groan of the Sugartide's bones giving way is a sickening sound that he's decided just now he never wants to hear again, although noise is the least of his worries when the deck rolls and bucks beneath him with the force of the snapping and the nice reroute from the brush against the calf. Gravity happily reclaims his upright position with a hard glee that strangles out a yell as he lands. He might have held his ground if he hadn't been running, but his feet leave the it steadfast in one place and rejoin it, tilted, in another and he wipes out instantly in a flail of limbs and a lost frog hat that goes tumbling away.
He slides a touch as the Sugartide begins her spin, but he regains some measure of control, and since he'd nearly made it to the bag chooses to crawl the rest of the way there to be safe. "ARE YOU OKAY??" he shouts back at Flora without seeing her as he snaps the bag shut, figuring maybe less motion is the best choice right now since the Sugartide is throwing out plenty of dancefloor moves at the moment.
He's several strides behind her still, so when she shouts out about the bag, his attention snaps that way, peripheral sliding past the looming shape of the oncoming calf. "Fuck!" he grinds out as he skids to a half-halt. Boots squeal over the deck with the force of the change in direction, momentum stalling for just for a moment before swinging fully into his turn and sending him dashing down towards the mast and the bag positioned there. He also doesn't know if it's better at this point to keep it open or closed, but he'd like to be near enough to make that choice on way or another.
The whale's hip bump is about the same as a high five from Dwayne the rock Johnson. The sudden groan of the Sugartide's bones giving way is a sickening sound that he's decided just now he never wants to hear again, although noise is the least of his worries when the deck rolls and bucks beneath him with the force of the snapping and the nice reroute from the brush against the calf. Gravity happily reclaims his upright position with a hard glee that strangles out a yell as he lands. He might have held his ground if he hadn't been running, but his feet leave the it steadfast in one place and rejoin it, tilted, in another and he wipes out instantly in a flail of limbs and a lost frog hat that goes tumbling away.
He slides a touch as the Sugartide begins her spin, but he regains some measure of control, and since he'd nearly made it to the bag chooses to crawl the rest of the way there to be safe. "ARE YOU OKAY??" he shouts back at Flora without seeing her as he snaps the bag shut, figuring maybe less motion is the best choice right now since the Sugartide is throwing out plenty of dancefloor moves at the moment.
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
