Jan 30, 2009 18:38
I'm cold.
I'm wet.
I can't see.
And I have no idea what is going on.
Next time, just let me die in peace.
[ooc: Hajime's symptoms from B's language machine are juuuust starting to clear up. He's given up on standing and is just kind of sitting in inch deep water, looking grumpy.]
i hate this boat,
so much for sleeping,
i want my glasses
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-oh my, who have we here?]
Well, hell-o.
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Hajime looks up at the blurry figure, speaking in Japanese in an attempt to make him go away.]
Go away. I don't speak English.
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That's some fine engrish, there, dear.
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[So not putting up with this. Hajime attempts to get to his feet, to get away from Victor and--
promptly falls straight on his face.
He curses quietly in Japanese, pushing his sopping wet hair out of his face.]
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Clumsy boys shouldn't wander astray on their own, you know.
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Haven't you ever heard of personal space?
[...So much for speaking Japanese. Still, Hajime doesn't move. As much as he doesn't want Victor touching him, he doesn't want to do another face plant if he can avoid it, either.]
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[He flicks Hajime's nose irritably.]
If I'm going to be escorting you around, I'd like to know just where I'm carting you off to, you know.
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[Hajime attempts to bat Victor's hand away, but it's difficult to make contact when you can hardly see what you're trying to hit.]
You say that like I asked for your help. Which, in case you don't remember, I haven't.
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Think of it as a random act of kindness.
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You're insufferable.
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Thanks, cupcake. I think so too~
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[There's a pause, and then:]
I need to find Niamh.
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We're off, then.
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