( it had been an accident, ending up so far from shore. curiosity is meant for killing cats, not dogs. somehow, though, the innocent pool floatie he'd fallen asleep on had drifted and drifted, until the currents had grown so violent he was thrown from its air-filled embrace— right into a second, less pillowy one. were he not half-drowned, kirma might assume he's still dreaming.
as things are, he does cling to quincy as instructed, nails digging in. the roiling waves are much closer to what he'd expect from an ocean... but that also means certain death, following that logic. terror certainly wakes a man fast. he's not sure where to look; ahead towards their doom makes him dizzy, and back up at his savior(?) is...
...
maybe he's been at the resort too long.
Anyway, ) Are you— going to cover my fall?
( such generosity, for a stranger. somehow, as they teeter over the edge, it doesn't feel as though quincy alone will make for much of a cushion from this height. )
here as requested (5)
as things are, he does cling to quincy as instructed, nails digging in. the roiling waves are much closer to what he'd expect from an ocean... but that also means certain death, following that logic. terror certainly wakes a man fast. he's not sure where to look; ahead towards their doom makes him dizzy, and back up at his savior(?) is...
...
maybe he's been at the resort too long.
Anyway, ) Are you— going to cover my fall?
( such generosity, for a stranger. somehow, as they teeter over the edge, it doesn't feel as though quincy alone will make for much of a cushion from this height. )