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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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. . . And she would tell you as much, if she were that immature, but luckily she's not. Instead, there's only silence, as her eyes start to roll -- the only proper response, clearly -- and then she'll turn her attention back to Tiir.]
Do you at least want a towel or something?
[At least he can breathe now, right?]
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Anyhow, Tiir will just be slowly moving out of the fountain. Today really could be going better so far.]
That would be appreciated. Thank you.
[And no, Walter, because unlike you, Tiir actually happens to enjoy socializing, even if he doesn't know how to feel about Yukari—]
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—what would get rid of this contact, anyway? Walter looks at their joined hands. Had it not been for this, he could've been out of here long before the woman ever came.]
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Yukari doesn't even nod or reply; she just sighs and walks a few paces away from the fountain to a nearby stand of towels -- which are thankfully everywhere -- and grabs one and hands to hand to Tiir. It takes barely a minute.]
Here.
[Just take it . . .]
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Thanks.
[There's a pause, as he dries himself off with the towel, before he glances at Walter and then Yukari. For some reason, the air feels oddly tense...]
Ah, by the way... have you two met yet?
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. . . and that's directed to the both of them, so Walter maintains his silence, assuming Yukari would have a word or two to share. No use in wasting breath when the conversation is, for the most part, just between her and Tiir as it is.]
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Why should she?]
Unfortunately.
[Her eyes flash to Tiir for a moment, as she responds to him, but still, she can't help but keep her attention on Walter.]
But it's been a while.
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He glances to Walter. Say something (or else Tiir is potentially going to assume there's something wrong with your voice—).]
Walter does tend to keep to himself.
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Put somewhat on edge by the idle chatter, he will, just for Tiir, speak up.]
I'm not here to waste time.
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Then you plan to . . . what? Cut off your hand?
[Tch. Yes, she's being sarcastic, but she still mutters, adding:.]
Might work.
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[Tiir just sighs lightly, because yeah, being stuck to Walter is a pain.]
And I'd rather he not cut off his hand...
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. . . what would be the point of cutting it off, anyway? Haste aside, they should detach before the week is over, at the longest. It might be shorter. And if they cut off their limbs, would that prove futile, or would the damage be permanent?
Walter is staring, but not about to answer Yukari. Or Tiir.]
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Well, whatever.
. . . Guess you won't be needing a third wheel.
[Yep, she went there.
She turns slightly, intending to leave, though her eyes linger on Tiir for a bit longer; just in case he needs anything else before she does.]
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I hardly think you'd be a 'third wheel'...
[Tiir gets the feeling that being stuck to Walter is going to involve a lot of silence.]
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And indeed so—that's not a remark worth acknowledging. Stern-faced, Walter continues watching in resumed silence.]
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Maybe not. But I try not to hang around where I'm not wanted.
[Try being the operative word.
If she had a reason to stick around, then she would, and Walter's glaring wouldn't stop her.]
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Well then, I won't keep you.
[He smiles dryly.]
I'll keep myself entertained with Walter's company.
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Walter rests his free hand on his side. Normally, he would fold his arms, but he can't do that with Tiir around.]
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[Tch. Her eyes start to roll slightly, before she catches herself. Entertained would be one word for it -- and perhaps her sarcasm here is obvious, but even if it isn't, she doesn't leave much time for consideration.]
Just try not to hurt yourselves.
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Walter stands there, perturbed.]
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She waves carelessly and walks away, rolling her eyes a bit at Walter's stare.
How does Tiir put up with that guy? She'll have to ask him someday.]