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Peanut Butter - Fire
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Timeframe : 1280
“Can I take this damned thing off yet?” says Kairn, fingering the edges of the scarf tied across his eyes.
“In a moment.” Sethan tugs his arm and he shuffles on.
He can hear the waves lapping against the docks and the sharp cries of the gulls overhead, and he can’t for the life of him guess what Sethan might want to show him here.
There’s the back of a hand to his chest, signaling him to stop, and then he can feel the blindfold being untied.
“Now,” says Sethan.
“It’s a boat,” is all he can say of the stocky little craft anchored in front of him. It’s a boat in port full of boats. It’s nothing large or elaborate; in fact it doesn’t seem as if it could hold more than a few people. It bobs there meekly in the shadow of its neighboring vessels, with its faded sails and patched hull. There’s not even a name on it like any proper boat should have. And he’s about to say this when Sethan catches his eye with that look he has when he can’t believe a subject requires more thought.
“It’s ou-, er, yours,” says Sethan.
He’s laughing. And he can’t remember the last time he laughed like this, so hard there are tears in his eyes. Certainly it’s been more than a year. And Sethan’s his old smirking self, at least for a moment, until he’s blinking as Kairn throws his arms around him.
And still the only thing Kairn can think to say is, “It’s a boat!”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1280
“Can I take this damned thing off yet?” says Kairn, fingering the edges of the scarf tied across his eyes.
“In a moment.” Sethan tugs his arm and he shuffles on.
He can hear the waves lapping against the docks and the sharp cries of the gulls overhead, and he can’t for the life of him guess what Sethan might want to show him here.
There’s the back of a hand to his chest, signaling him to stop, and then he can feel the blindfold being untied.
“Now,” says Sethan.
“It’s a boat,” is all he can say of the stocky little craft anchored in front of him. It’s a boat in port full of boats. It’s nothing large or elaborate; in fact it doesn’t seem as if it could hold more than a few people. It bobs there meekly in the shadow of its neighboring vessels, with its faded sails and patched hull. There’s not even a name on it like any proper boat should have. And he’s about to say this when Sethan catches his eye with that look he has when he can’t believe a subject requires more thought.
“It’s ou-, er, yours,” says Sethan.
He’s laughing. And he can’t remember the last time he laughed like this, so hard there are tears in his eyes. Certainly it’s been more than a year. And Sethan’s his old smirking self, at least for a moment, until he’s blinking as Kairn throws his arms around him.
And still the only thing Kairn can think to say is, “It’s a boat!”