last couple of months kinda been a disaster
He’d read the note, read it again, and again, before he finally figured out what the whirlwind of things were. The Safrin talk, the talk of bringing donuts to the Kuali’i Isles, the talk of Maeve on the back. But first things first – the meeting, something he could absolutely manage to get accomplished given the fact that he knows exactly where to get the donuts, and how to keep it sealed to swim across to the first island.
Thank the gods for fabric and beeswax, honestly.
But he manages it, in a pack that’s also aimed to be waterproof, bringing a few other snacks and a few bottles of water just in case. It’s warm, despite the encroaching monsoon season, and he slips past all of the rest of the Torchers that are setting up in preparation for it, offering polite little conversations before diving into the water and hoping to Frey that his plan works.
For the most part? It does. But by the time he reaches the island and drags his waterlogged self out of it, he looks akin to a drowned rat – red hair plastered to his face and a wet bag dripping with ocean water as he offers a triumphant grin to Aurelia and bounces over the sand to reach her. “Were ya plannin’ on a picnic in Kuali’i? I can think’a so many better ones ‘Relia.” He teases playfully, dumping the bag onto the sand and unceremoniously plopping a seat down to open it up.
Thank the gods for fabric and beeswax, honestly.
But he manages it, in a pack that’s also aimed to be waterproof, bringing a few other snacks and a few bottles of water just in case. It’s warm, despite the encroaching monsoon season, and he slips past all of the rest of the Torchers that are setting up in preparation for it, offering polite little conversations before diving into the water and hoping to Frey that his plan works.
For the most part? It does. But by the time he reaches the island and drags his waterlogged self out of it, he looks akin to a drowned rat – red hair plastered to his face and a wet bag dripping with ocean water as he offers a triumphant grin to Aurelia and bounces over the sand to reach her. “Were ya plannin’ on a picnic in Kuali’i? I can think’a so many better ones ‘Relia.” He teases playfully, dumping the bag onto the sand and unceremoniously plopping a seat down to open it up.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
