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altimit2023-08-16 07:11 am
gluttoning) wrote in altimit2023-08-16 07:11 am
[Closed] misteaks' mistakes (catchall)
Who: Misteaks and also some other people
What: Event catchall + dungeon runs
When: August - September, maybe later who knows
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: parental death, child abuse (emotional/verbal), child death, ED mention. Please cw in headers.
[overflow and log space for August and September]
What: Event catchall + dungeon runs
When: August - September, maybe later who knows
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: parental death, child abuse (emotional/verbal), child death, ED mention. Please cw in headers.
[overflow and log space for August and September]
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Once a week. Every Saturday until the end of November.
A lot of the younger guys are nervous. But it makes us feel better and helps us try our hardest, when we know someone is out there for us.
So... I'll think of you, if I get my chance on the field.
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But wtf that's sweet... Especially with that smile. Even Mithrun picks up on that. The saccharine flavor's strong enough to get through his senses. )
... Okay.
( Considers... )
... If you do get to play, I could probably come see, if you tell me. It wouldn't be hard for me.
( His words carry a suggestion of if you want. He isn't being conscientious so much as he understands there might be a boundary of physicality Barrett might not like crossed, even if Mithrun doesn't say this with a specific intent to meet him, just watch with everyone else in the stands. It wouldn't offend him if Barrett redirected him back to watching from behind a screen. )
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You would?
[He has no idea where Morgan even lives to bother offering this... wouldn't TV be easier?
The light from the other end of the tunnel catches the end of the boat, catches the open surprise on his face of a request he very clearly wasn't expecting, how he weighs it.]
...Yeah. You could come watch in person, if you wanted. I wouldn't mind. We're playing in Berkeley this week.
I can't promise I'll be out a lot. Second string means I'm just the backup. You know, if someone gets hurt or if our main players need to rest. But...
It would be cool to think you're out in the stands.
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( He's about to give his carer a heart attack by saying he's going to Berkley this weekend with absolutely no context. Rip to that guy.
The light slides across his face gradually, his gaze expectant, his lips all blue. He hasn't been on a trip in a long time. )
You'll still be at the stadium, right? I won't be very loud, but I'll cheer.
( Mithrun 🧍ing in the stands with a giant CalBear foam finger and a CalBear soda hat. It's definitely the thought that counts. )
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Yeah. I'll be on the bench.
I'll listen for you. You, and my brothers, and Fai... I'll listen as much as I can.
[A beat, and he carefully taps his index finger to his own lips.]
Your mouth turned all blue while we were in there. Heh.
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(Fai... that sounds familiar... he feels like he's seen a Fai around...)
But, !, at the mention of the blue. He sticks out his tongue like he's trying to see it but, well, that sure doesn't work. They should probably be getting out of the boat or telling the NPC if they want to go again, but Mithrun isn't focused on that. )
... Show me your mouth.
( are you blue ba da bee... )
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It's a bright, unnatural cherry red.]
Is it on my teeth? I wonder if I look like a dinosaur.
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... It's red.
( He seems thoroughly impressed. )
Do dinosaurs have colored teeth? ... Your teeth are red, too.
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[He takes his own hand into his teeth for a moment, growling and shaking it around like a dog with a chew toy.]
Like that. They'd be messy.
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... Heheh. )
Probably. They couldn't use a fork or knife, for one.
( tehe )
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[The NPC running the ride looks bleaky onward with undying patience as these two giggle like dumbasses.]
You look like you just had a smurf for dinner.
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( A faintly amused sound. )
Maybe I should have another smurf. I can't help it if they don't taste so bad.
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We can find more blue stuff around here somewhere. Or just more of that slushie.
[He'll hold out a hand for Mithrun to take to get back up to the docks, if he wants.]
Are you still feeling dizzy?
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A beat, gazing up at Barrett, before he reaches and takes his hand firmly in his own, pulling himself up onto the dock. He doesn't pull his hand away, but he doesn't make it hard for Barrett to let go, either. )
... Not as much. I could go for something new. We can come back for the slushie another time.
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[He does notice his hand is still being held, so he gives it a squeeze as a reminder.]
You still wanna hang on? I don't mind.
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He looks down at their hands, then back up at Barrett. )
... I don't mind.
( More telling than what he says, though, is that he moves forward, away from the dock, and back to the carnival - apparently not indifferent to their snack tour. )
... Let's go. To both those things.
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[He keeps his grip loose and comfortable, letting Mithrun lead for once. It's a nice touch, and a nice conversation, and a nice stroll into sound and smells and tastes that focus on the here and now.
Maybe they could leave those echoes in the mirrors where they belonged.]