A new arrival making a solid effort to beat the nerves eating away at him. Steven Mallory had not found a comfortable frame of mind in his twenty conscious years of life. For now he was sitting on the beach, hunched over the bony knees that were drawn up to his chest like some wounded vulture. God (if there was one) knew he had tried to shape his
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He disappears into his shell when the sand starts flying, so if Steven didn't notice the human-sized turtle before, he probably won't notice the large-ish, bright green shell now.
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A few steps shy of the large shell he stopped and laughed to himself. Finally, placing a palm over his face he shook his head.
"Congratulations, Steven, you've officially lost your commission and your mind. Really damn brilliant."
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"Are you done throwing things?" he asks with a somewhat muffled voice.
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By then he had amassed the courage to reach out his hand and touch the shell, knocking on it gently at first. Once he felt the thick exterior he let his palms rest on it as if he were inspecting some fine piece of craftsmanship.
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Koops probably sounds kind of nervous. This is a combination of future projectiles + shell knocking + TOUCHING ME.
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