w1 curfew: we all chose this. willingly.

[squelching]

Comments

[inquired]

What?


[ the way i read this in the voice of HIT EM WITH THE CHAIR ]

[sharkgirl]

[HELP]

Yeah. He was mad earlier so we went to break stuff and he hit me with a curtain rod. While I was an armadillo. [she says this like she is discussing the weather]

[inquired]

...You let him hit you with a curtain rod because he was angry?

[sharkgirl]

... Yeah? Like a baseball. [what]

[inquired]

And you are not a ball.

[ :/ ]

[sharkgirl]

I was as an armadillo!

[inquired]

No.

[ :/ ]

[sharkgirl]

I mean, objectively, yes, I was a ball shape.

[a beat.] It's fine, don't make a big deal out of it.

[inquired]

Oh, very well.

[ as the certified i will not heal you for being a dumbass healer he can respect your wishes ]

...Just do make sure you have somewhere comfortable to rest tonight, so you don't agitate it any further, yes? [ but also still fusses a little ]

[sharkgirl]

[she does appreciate it, though. it's absolutely wild that people care! wow!

she wriggles.] Yeah, yeah, naggy!

[... nudges him gently, though, as she flops down next to him and drinks.]

[inquired]

[ pats her on the head with his spare hand. pat pat. ]

Do we keep playing once we've gone once, oh master of the game?

[sharkgirl]

Huh? Oh. Yeah, you can do as many as you want, I guess? I don't think we had a limit last time I played.

[inquired]

Never have I ever seen an octopus.

[ don't ]

[squelching]

... Do pictures count?

[inquired]

Only in the flesh.

[ if they exist ]

[sharkgirl]

Liar! One hugged you the other day! [YELLS]

[inquired]

That was an Old One.


[ ?????????? ]

[sharkgirl]

No, that's you.