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[asea]

Who: Merman Walter and anyone
Where: Island (beach)
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Walter is seated at the edge of shore and damp from waist to toe. Under normal circumstances, he would've been out of the beach by now, but one thing is keeping him from returning to the city. That thing is a jellyfish, who's found a new home.

On Walter's leg. More precisely, his left boot. Somehow.

Despite the frustration welling up in him, Walter doesn't tear the sea creature off of him. He submerges that part of his leg underwater and picks almost gently at the tentacles with his bare fingers. In the eyes of others he may run the risk of being stung, but he doesn't fear such an event.

This is going to be a long afternoon.]

Comments

[spiria]

You know how to do that without getting stung?

[ color her impressed. sorry dude, she's not leaving you alone just yet. ]

[asea]

[ no, why is this happening. ]

If it has no reason to sting, it won't.

[ in other words, it's blameless. if he gets stung, it'll be by his mistake. ]

[spiria]

Ahhh ... sorry, I really don't know a lot about Jellyfish. That's really interesting to know ...

[ trollolololololol ~ ]

[asea]

Then why are you here?

[ if she's clueless about jellyfish, what business does she have at the shore? ]

I am so sorry I don't know if she's trolling or if Shing is rubbing off on her derp derp

[spiria]

I can be curious, can't I? Plus, the view is nice.

both. the answer is both.

[asea]

[ with a final (gentle) yank, the jellyfish is free. he lets the ebbing tide carry it away before standing. ]

. . . it's free.

[ read: bye. he's turning to go. ]

sob, it must be. :'D;

[spiria]

[ she looks up at him curiously before standing herself and shifting her weight to one leg. she crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. wow, rude.

but she'll be nice. kind of. she lifts a hand to wave at him, a smile on her face as she does so. ]

It was nice meeting you, no-name!

[ and this is how she will refer to you from now on, Walter. ]