no thank you is how it should have gone, I should stay strong
Carlo wastes little time in plucking up his own stringy, glowing piece of seaweed, plopping it into his mouth with dramatic vigour that promptly sours into bitter, salty reality. Both he and Calan will end up wearing matching expressions of distaste, and he's about to point out to his brother that maybe they shouldn't swallow it given what they've recently learned about orange peel, but it's as though his tongue and throat act of their own accord to get rid of the stuff.
Gagging a little and clapping the back of his hand against his mouth, only when he determines that the seaweed is going to stay down does he also proudly present his open mouth for scientific judgement. "I' 'athted thalty," he announces to Fern, his own eyes watering a bit, though it's nothing to do with the overwhelming commitment to scientific research.
Wiping his mouth once she's made it clear that her inspection is complete, he scrunches his nose down at the shallow water. "Some of the drinks they've got here look like they should glow," he says, thinking of the blue cocktails he's spotted a few Torchers drinking. "Should we try those instead?"
Gagging a little and clapping the back of his hand against his mouth, only when he determines that the seaweed is going to stay down does he also proudly present his open mouth for scientific judgement. "I' 'athted thalty," he announces to Fern, his own eyes watering a bit, though it's nothing to do with the overwhelming commitment to scientific research.
Wiping his mouth once she's made it clear that her inspection is complete, he scrunches his nose down at the shallow water. "Some of the drinks they've got here look like they should glow," he says, thinking of the blue cocktails he's spotted a few Torchers drinking. "Should we try those instead?"
but I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that
