Coil Lenn (
mortalcoil) wrote in
driftfleet2016-09-17 05:04 pm
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Red Fishies
Who: SS Red Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)
[watch the newest episodes (and catch up on a few reruns) of your favorite dysfunctional fish in the fleet! what kind of drama will they create next? you can find out right here, right now!]
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)
[watch the newest episodes (and catch up on a few reruns) of your favorite dysfunctional fish in the fleet! what kind of drama will they create next? you can find out right here, right now!]

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[He pushes at the barbell again, straining, and manages to get it up a little before he lets his arms sink back down. Stuck.]
Could you...?
[wow this embarrassing. Don't make him ask the whole question]
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what's that, friend? you need something? he seems more than ready to listen.]
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seeing that little bit of suffering seems to be enough, because he finally goes easy on his poor crewmate after that. stepping closer, he obligingly reaches down, braces a knee, and huffs the barbell up and off of Arthur's chest.
there you go, friend--rescued by a teenager.]
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[It's not sarcastic. He means it seriously. But that's as much thanks as he's going to get before-] Enjoyed yourself?
[He means to look completely put-out, but somehow, a little humor creeps in.]
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and then, since he really had walked in on a ridiculous image, he gestures questioningly between the barbell and Arthur. what in the world had he been trying to accomplish there?]
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[YOU ASKED FOR IT]
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his eyebrows knit down in confusion, and he draws a question mark in the air with one finger.]
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[This is so awkward oh no]
1/2
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a perfectly reasonable reaction. he is obviously happy for you both.]
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nope. no thanks. he'll pass.]
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alarmed, maybe disgusted, he hisses a breath between his teeth and his hands go up like he's considering clamping them over his ears. just totally grossed out by the whole idea.]
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there's another (probably very satisfying) sound of strangled disgust, before he really does shove his palms over his ears.
he doesn't want to hear another word. he's already backpeddaling toward the door, like the mature adult that he is.]
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[Trying to hold back laughter.]
Coil, I'm sorry! I'll stop!
[Because really anything beyond that is between him and Syeira. And he doesn't really want to torture Coil anymore.]
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