Tails is already getting to be pretty popular. He's run a few games of tag and hide-and-seek, and amassed a small pile of souvenirs as payment for carrying people around in the air
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Kara's managed to acquire a new sunbathing outfit since her arrival, for carrying a couple of light rocks and doing a teeny tiny bit of spot welding with her eyes. It's..basically a bikini made out of strips of some kind of pale, supple bark, the silverish wrap meant to go with it tied around her costume and secured to a tree somewhere. She'll go back for it later. Probably. For now, she's skimming above the canopy and vaguely keeping an eye on the scattered crew members, because...yeah, somebody has to.
Anyway, there is a tiny flying fox boy Kara remembers in distress, which means it's a perfect opportunity to go and torment him some more help out.
"'Sup?" She asks, suddenly popping up beside him with a hugely self-satisifed grin.
Bikinis are nothing new or notable to someone from a clothing-optional society. Especially a ten-year-old someone. More notable is the presence of OMG COOTIES, though that's always a threat these days.
"They don't know what a chili dog is!" he informs her. This is cultural illiteracy comparable to lack of knowledge of the wheel, or possibly the inclined plane.
Kara is similarily completely okay with showing this much skin- well, that's obvious, but the reasoning behind it is almost as innocent as Tails' is. She just...doesn't have a clothing optional society as explanation. Supergirl is just kinda weird.
"Ooooh, harsh," Kara says, sympathetically, "I totally know where you're coming from. But, y'know, the local cuisine is...pretty okay. They have some really kicking fruit salads!"
"Totally, dude," Kara says, abruptly beaming, "And whatever. I totally stopped caring like, three minutes ago. Wanna go hang out a little higher up? Being under the canopy sucks."
Kara is unused to anyone trying- that kind of cements her vague fondness for the kid.
Still laughing, she abruptly stops as soon as they're above the trees, letting her heads and arms fall back as she faces the sun, relaxing in the sunlight.
"Dude," she breathes, contently, "I wish you could feel this like I am right now." For Kara, that's a very profound statement, and the most generous thing she's done all day.
"No, um," she says, shaking her head, "The sun is like, the source of all this flying and being really strong and frying stuff my my eyes dealie. Like I'm a rechargeable battery- and getting charged up feels fricking awesome."
Kara's managed to acquire a new sunbathing outfit since her arrival, for carrying a couple of light rocks and doing a teeny tiny bit of spot welding with her eyes. It's..basically a bikini made out of strips of some kind of pale, supple bark, the silverish wrap meant to go with it tied around her costume and secured to a tree somewhere. She'll go back for it later. Probably. For now, she's skimming above the canopy and vaguely keeping an eye on the scattered crew members, because...yeah, somebody has to.
Anyway, there is a tiny flying fox boy Kara remembers in distress, which means it's a perfect opportunity to go and torment him some more help out.
"'Sup?" She asks, suddenly popping up beside him with a hugely self-satisifed grin.
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"They don't know what a chili dog is!" he informs her. This is cultural illiteracy comparable to lack of knowledge of the wheel, or possibly the inclined plane.
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"Ooooh, harsh," Kara says, sympathetically, "I totally know where you're coming from. But, y'know, the local cuisine is...pretty okay. They have some really kicking fruit salads!"
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He is ignoring the fact that most of the girls he knows are the least likely to have the word "sissy" applied to them.
"An' I'm not tiny!"
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Well, she could, and she definitely feels like she can now, so- yeah, she'll go with that.
"And you're so tiny. Just look at you!"
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"I'm not tiny, you Overlanders are just big."
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...for a girl.
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Kara responds with a burst of laughter, tipping her head back and throwing her arms over her head in an inverted dive, rocketing up through the trees.
...she's definitely gotten faster since they landed, that's for sure.
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He is not, however, going to admit that. He's quite used to trying to keep up with someone whose speed is faster than a speeding bullet.
"Wooohooo!"
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Still laughing, she abruptly stops as soon as they're above the trees, letting her heads and arms fall back as she faces the sun, relaxing in the sunlight.
"Dude," she breathes, contently, "I wish you could feel this like I am right now." For Kara, that's a very profound statement, and the most generous thing she's done all day.
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"You not get out in the sun much?"
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"No, um," she says, shaking her head, "The sun is like, the source of all this flying and being really strong and frying stuff my my eyes dealie. Like I'm a rechargeable battery- and getting charged up feels fricking awesome."
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"You have laser eyes?" That's WAY PAST COOL. "You gotta show me!"
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