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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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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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There isn't. Where are you headed?
[Despite the frankness, his voice is drastically softer than before.]
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There's...quite a few places that I'm going but...[She eyes back at Walter and Tiir] Are you sure you two are going to be okay?
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I have no issues with this.
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Just in case, he gives his stuck hand an experimental tug—still not free.]
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But I'm headed toward the fabric store to get a couple of things... [Not plotting anything here]
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Oh? Are you sewing something?
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. . . sewing? The Merines?
Some of the severeness subsides from his expression as he looks at Shirley, urging her to go on.]
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Um...should we go now?
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Tiir nods.]
All right.
[He looks at Walter.]
I assume Walter's ready as well.
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. . . still, sewing . . . ]
Of course.