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Who: Walter and Tiir, and you
Where: Plaza
When: 26th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open
[It's a fine morning in Vatheon, as per the usual, and Walter is out and about, crossing the plaza to the coral. He stops before the local deity, then raises his left hand to reach for one of its tips.
Meanwhile, Tiir also happens to be making his usual trip to the coral—though perhaps atypical in this case, as he doesn't often run into Walter while doing so. For a moment, he pauses, recognizing the boy immediately.]
Ah, it’s you. You look well.
[Glancing up, Walter only gives that silent indication of having heard Tiir before returning his attention to Lamufao. Despite being mostly ignored, Tiir simply smiles, as he's used to Walter's dismissive attitude by now. Seeing as how Walter's presence hasn't bothered him before, he continues moving towards the coral, reaching out to touch it.
The top of Walter's left hand glows past his sleeves; likewise, Tiir's own marking glows from underneath his sleeve. Glancing at it, Tiir moves to pull his hand away from the coral when the tips of his fingers seem to brush against something—but it's such a minute detail, what does that matter? As he tries to move, however, he finds himself being pulled in the opposite direction as his hand twists at an odd angle. Similarly, the weight of Tiir moving the other way draws Walter back, his hand outstretched behind him.
Oh.
And before anyone knows it, there's a splash and the fountain is occupied with a torso full of Tiir in the water, choking for breath, while Walter, still dry, pushes himself up and off of Tiir's chest—though getting out completely proves fruitless when their fingertips are stuck together.]
( ooc: Tagging order is you → Tiir → Walter! )
Where: Plaza
When: 26th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open
[It's a fine morning in Vatheon, as per the usual, and Walter is out and about, crossing the plaza to the coral. He stops before the local deity, then raises his left hand to reach for one of its tips.
Meanwhile, Tiir also happens to be making his usual trip to the coral—though perhaps atypical in this case, as he doesn't often run into Walter while doing so. For a moment, he pauses, recognizing the boy immediately.]
Ah, it’s you. You look well.
[Glancing up, Walter only gives that silent indication of having heard Tiir before returning his attention to Lamufao. Despite being mostly ignored, Tiir simply smiles, as he's used to Walter's dismissive attitude by now. Seeing as how Walter's presence hasn't bothered him before, he continues moving towards the coral, reaching out to touch it.
The top of Walter's left hand glows past his sleeves; likewise, Tiir's own marking glows from underneath his sleeve. Glancing at it, Tiir moves to pull his hand away from the coral when the tips of his fingers seem to brush against something—but it's such a minute detail, what does that matter? As he tries to move, however, he finds himself being pulled in the opposite direction as his hand twists at an odd angle. Similarly, the weight of Tiir moving the other way draws Walter back, his hand outstretched behind him.
Oh.
And before anyone knows it, there's a splash and the fountain is occupied with a torso full of Tiir in the water, choking for breath, while Walter, still dry, pushes himself up and off of Tiir's chest—though getting out completely proves fruitless when their fingertips are stuck together.]
( ooc: Tagging order is you → Tiir → Walter! )
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But are you two okay? It seems like...[you guys had a quite a water fight]
you might need some help?
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Still, to make things easier, Tiir stands up. There, Walter. Straighten properly to your heart's content.]
I would be glad for help if I weren't worried that you might be affected by this as well...
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He takes a step toward Shirley—don't follow him, Tiir, he's letting his hand trail to let you stay behind.]
I'm fine. [Tiir is fine.] You don't need to concern yourself with this.
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At least we should find a way to get you dry, I don't think you want to catch a cold in this weather...
[/motherhens]
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I doubt I'll catch a cold, but Walter, perhaps...
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The Merines knows. [That this kind of cold is nothing to him—nothing to their kind.] You're the one who's wet.
[He's barely soaked. Just his sleeves and cape are a bit soaked in the tips.]
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Then shall we go? The longer we wait, the longer you might get something!
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Tiir just lets out a light sigh, smiling wryly.]
Well, if you insist.
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Fine. If it's the Merines' wish, he won't interfere unless it poses a danger to her. To voice this much, he does the exact opposite—give his silent consent and start moving.]
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Admittedly, after a certain conversation with Walter, her relationship with him was...well...more awkward than before.
And well...hopefully he doesn't mind her helping out a bit...hopefully]
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There does seem to be a bit of a strange note in the air, but Tiir ignores it. It doesn't matter much to him what's going on between Shirley and Walter right now.]
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That's small stuff.
The Merines . . . ]
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Once they managed to get to a building somewhere, she was looking around for some towels for them]
Let's see...I think there should be some over here if I remember correctly...
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Well, I'm in no hurry.
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Towels?
[He doesn't come around these parts too often, but if memory serves him right—]
They should be over there.
[Gesturing to a side with his free hand.]
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There, that should be better right?
[Hopefully]
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You have a good memory.
[Taking the towel! And being careful to avoid physical contact with Shirley, because, you know.]
Thank you. I appreciate it.
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He won't acknowledge that comment, instead observing the exchange with resumed silence.]
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Um... is everything okay Walter? You've been really quiet so far.
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[Why are they even talking about this? Tiir should be drying off—]
If we're done here, it's time to leave.
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All right then but...if there's anything you want to talk about, let me know. [Just know she'll be there for you Wally!]
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But yes, yes, drying off.]
And where do you propose we leave to?
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But on Tiir's response, he turns to Shirley.]
Merines, is there anywhere you need to be?
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...You don't have to go with me if you don't want to. If there's somewhere else you want to go, that's okay. I don't mind.
[Take that what you will]
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