08-14-2020, 10:42 PM
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Keona's call broke through their two-person comedy bit, and Devland couldn't help but musing, "Sounds like the ghost has returned to haunt us." He easily read the look Paola sent him, and he joined her at the edge of the tree house, glancing down at those gathered below. For the first time, he was aware of how high up they were, and he was thankful vertigo didn't set in. He listened silently as Paola asked her questions to the Typhoon members, and he nodded in agreement at her suggestion for them to join the others.
A grimace darkened his face as Paola jumped down. His movements were much slower and twice as deliberate, and his shoulder burned from the effort. However, when he finally made it to the ground (a bit out of breath), he greeted, "Hello," to Keona, Michael, and Luciferus. Each of them echoed one another, and it seemed the tree house was open for the taking. He allowed himself to feel glad that Paola finally found a home.
Ah, and here was Georgia: a fast-approaching storm cloud (though it was no fault of her own). He tilted his head minutely to one side, wondering what might have brought on this dark mood, but he certainly wouldn't inquire about it. At her question, he chuckled. "Maybe she wants neighbors, duh," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Some people like the company of others." His words were teasing but soft. Yes, he wanted to rile her up a bit, but she was already in a foul mood - he had no intentions of making it worse. "Maybe you should consider it - being a neighbor." His final thoughts were a bit more serious, even if he did still sport a sideways grin.
Keona's call broke through their two-person comedy bit, and Devland couldn't help but musing, "Sounds like the ghost has returned to haunt us." He easily read the look Paola sent him, and he joined her at the edge of the tree house, glancing down at those gathered below. For the first time, he was aware of how high up they were, and he was thankful vertigo didn't set in. He listened silently as Paola asked her questions to the Typhoon members, and he nodded in agreement at her suggestion for them to join the others.
A grimace darkened his face as Paola jumped down. His movements were much slower and twice as deliberate, and his shoulder burned from the effort. However, when he finally made it to the ground (a bit out of breath), he greeted, "Hello," to Keona, Michael, and Luciferus. Each of them echoed one another, and it seemed the tree house was open for the taking. He allowed himself to feel glad that Paola finally found a home.
Ah, and here was Georgia: a fast-approaching storm cloud (though it was no fault of her own). He tilted his head minutely to one side, wondering what might have brought on this dark mood, but he certainly wouldn't inquire about it. At her question, he chuckled. "Maybe she wants neighbors, duh," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Some people like the company of others." His words were teasing but soft. Yes, he wanted to rile her up a bit, but she was already in a foul mood - he had no intentions of making it worse. "Maybe you should consider it - being a neighbor." His final thoughts were a bit more serious, even if he did still sport a sideways grin.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand