[Why does he have a feeling that smol!Ann's doodling would be on par with younger Mokuba? If she was willing to play games with him, maybe, he could try to tone it down. Or they could spend all their time trying to beat each other's high scores, which would be a thrilling exercise for him. He really needed to learn how to relax. It did not help that this place tended to keep him wound up and on high alert]
Mm. [Not arguing with that. Less time would have been kinder to their bodies, and in many cases- their minds.] Not if I stamp it, 'return to sender'. [... As if it were possible to do that with spoken words]
[There's just something about the scene before him that causes his insides to involuntarily flip-flop. With the backdrop of the ocean, the more casual pose, and effervescent expression Ann might as well have been posing for a magazine shoot. It was a shame that the moment couldn't be captured, immortalized for all time.
What.. in the literalhell, was he thinking? She was just putting on a second shoe, not.. I don't know!. Trying to rationalize this swiftly, and put things into perspective he pushes the mild panic aside to answer her] I ... guess. [There had been a slight pause as he remembered how to formulate words] I don't think you'd have to worry about tetanus, but the gash itself could be problematic. If there's ever an opportunity you should invest in a different pair of shoes.
[The monsters were strangely, far from his mind. Cough.] A misstep in my own strategy then. [Still, he wouldn't complain. He needed others to learn this game..]
[It was too late now, he wouldn't try to amend it since he didn't let her amend hers.] This practically is one anyway. [If you leave out the nightmares, the shared memories, and the monsters... no, you need monsters in any fantasy. Scratch that. He's really trying to take control of this situation despite the potentially hazardous subject. If he said too much, it might sound like he was condoning the idea of... dating, if he said too little he might appear cowardly and avoidant. Did he want to encourage this? Or not? Why was he in any doubt? There wasn't like there was anyone he could ask for counsel on this personal subject.] Or we're both lousy at making bets. [Though he actually... sounded.. genuinely amused. Not in the snarky pretentious way, like he was actually engaging in a casual conversation]
[Less questions, and more going with the flow. Like usual.] Alright.. 1... 2... 3! [At the three, he took off like a shot over the sand, trying to place all extraneous thoughts to the side. His arms cutting sharp paths back and forth through the air as he dashed forward. Since she'd pointed out the fact that the bets were essentially useless, there was no reason fix the results. This was just a straight race between two parties.]
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Or they could spend all their time trying to beat each other's high scores, which would be a thrilling exercise for him. He really needed to learn how to relax. It did not help that this place tended to keep him wound up and on high alert]Mm. [Not arguing with that. Less time would have been kinder to their bodies, and in many cases- their minds.] Not if I stamp it, 'return to sender'. [... As if it were possible to do that with spoken words]
[There's just something about the scene before him that causes his insides to involuntarily flip-flop. With the backdrop of the ocean, the more casual pose, and effervescent expression Ann might as well have been posing for a magazine shoot. It was a shame that the moment couldn't be captured, immortalized for all time.
What.. in the literal hell, was he thinking? She was just putting on a second shoe, not.. I don't know!. Trying to rationalize this swiftly, and put things into perspective he pushes the mild panic aside to answer her] I ... guess. [There had been a slight pause as he remembered how to formulate words] I don't think you'd have to worry about tetanus, but the gash itself could be problematic. If there's ever an opportunity you should invest in a different pair of shoes.
[The monsters were strangely, far from his mind.
Cough.] A misstep in my own strategy then. [Still, he wouldn't complain. He needed others to learn this game..][It was too late now, he wouldn't try to amend it since he didn't let her amend hers.] This practically is one anyway. [If you leave out the nightmares, the shared memories, and the monsters... no, you need monsters in any fantasy. Scratch that. He's really trying to take control of this situation despite the potentially hazardous subject. If he said too much, it might sound like he was condoning the idea of... dating, if he said too little he might appear cowardly and avoidant. Did he want to encourage this? Or not? Why was he in any doubt? There wasn't like there was anyone he could ask for counsel on this personal subject.] Or we're both lousy at making bets. [Though he actually... sounded.. genuinely amused. Not in the snarky pretentious way, like he was actually engaging in a casual conversation]
[Less questions, and more going with the flow. Like usual.] Alright.. 1... 2... 3! [At the three, he took off like a shot over the sand, trying to place all extraneous thoughts to the side. His arms cutting sharp paths back and forth through the air as he dashed forward. Since she'd pointed out the fact that the bets were essentially useless, there was no reason fix the results. This was just a straight race between two parties.]