{closed} starter for brobanoid
“We’re even now. You hit me with your… Trash. So I hit you with my ocean.”
[She shrugged her shoulders, turning her nose away from Peridot. The little green gremlin was a constant aggravation whenever the two were together, it seemed. Crossing her arms, she opened one eye to inspect the form of the other.]
“You seem awfully…”
[She trailed off, turning back towards Peridot and tilting her head to the side slightly. Those floaty hand things were gone, her ‘gem tech’ or whatever she had called that unnatural garbage.]
“Small.”
[Involuntarily raising her hand to her mouth, Lapis attempted to hide a bit of a snort working its way out. She’d never have guessed that Peridot would have been so small without her attachments – she hadn’t even realized they were attachments. Still stifling little fits of laughter, she turned away from the gem that she’d once been quite intimidated by. What a load of barnacles.]
“Trash? That’s odd. I didn’t think it was possible for me to throw you at yourself. Color me impressed.”
[She should have known that Lapis would’ve be hanging out around here. Wherever trouble near the ocean was brewing, the aquatic mothman was sure to be close by. That’s how the saying went, right?
Scooting away from the other’s general direction with a growl, Peridot begins picking through the wreckage again. She wasn’t really even looking for working objects now. She just wanted to make a point of ignoring the other.
Until she comments on her height, that is.]
“Oh, am I, now? I hadn’t realized that I was ‘small.’ It isn’t as if that’s an incredibly obvious observation or anything.”
“I don’t recall asking for your input, Lazuli. What do you want.”
“I didn’t know trash could be sentient and throw itself, but there you stand, proving me wrong.”
[Lapis stood with arms still crossed, shifting her weight between her feet. It’s not incredibly surprising to see Peridot rooting around in the garbage for... Parts. To do what with, who really knows.]
“I don’t want anything, except perhaps an apology, Peridot. Not that I can expect one from you, considering what I know of you.”
[She was laying it on thick, mostly because of how funny she found it. This... Shrimp. Small and unthreatening, had held her prisoner before. She was absolutely nothing to be scared of at this point, something relieving and hilarious at the same time.]
“Still, it’s interesting to see you in this state. What are you doing without your tech-- or whatever it is you called those things?”
[To be honest, she was fairly curious what happened to them. Peridot doesn’t seem to be the kind to want to be without something to increase her threat level.]
