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[boundlss]

@eccedentesian / secret twain starter call.

"Gettin' dark."

It's decidedly not Twain's first foray into backpacking places, but it is the only one he hasn't done alone. Usually, long trips across whatever country are his way of getting some time to himself, or getting away from something, but this time... Well, it was definitely a little bit of getting away this time, too, but it's definitely more fun now that there's spontaneous company involved, even though neither of them are actually sticking together because they just like eachother that much.

Not that Elmer's a bad guy. He's a weirdo, sure, but he's actually pretty nice to be around, and Twain's had weirder friends. Actually, Twain's had downright worse friends, so unless Elmer suddenly does something drastic like trying to kill an entire city, he's definitely not the worst ranked on the list. If there even was a list.

In any case, he's a lot chattier when he isn't left alone. He never talks to Whipped Cream much outside of where other people can hear, since she can probably read his mind anyway. He's not really used to filling the silence with chatter, but it's not like Elmer's quiet.

"Y'know, last time I was out in a place like this in a situation like this, I had some cops on my ass. For somethin'. Not sure what, it's been a while. Anyway, I led 'em on until it got dark, then I hauled my ass up into a tree an' slept there for hours. They were waitin' for me at the bottom but I think the tree was protected or somethin' cause they couldn't get me an' they couldn't get a firetruck into the forest for the ladder or anything."

There had been a point, initially, and he only now remembers it. "How far's the nearest, uh... How far's the next town? We gonna rough it out here?"

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Continued from here || @eccedentesian

Such a bubbly response admittedly caught her off guard, the other’s words followed promptly by a sneeze coaxing Rhaya to press her weight back on her heels so she wasn’t leaning as far forward. And that unwavering smile… There was a faintly jester-like quality to his behavior which paired with the situation vaguely struck her as offputting in a way she couldn’t quite put into words. At the mention of a mutiny she felt her gaze flick sideways to meet the small handful of crew that still lingered around them, scanning their faces for any sign that they could hear what he was saying. Against the wind and the snapping of sails, it was hard to tell. Amidst one of the brief pauses in the stranger’s explanation she went ahead and gestured for one of the onlookers to grab a blanket from below and turned her attention back to Elmer, her focus a touch more scrutinizing than it had been previously. “It’s certainly bad luck to fall overboard all the way out here,” she supplied, tone steady. Bad luck, certainly, but exponentially insane luck that their path just happened to cross where he’d been drifting before the sea took him completely. It was moments like this where she was convinced luck was simply playing a face for some higher influence. This time she didn’t flinch away from the sneeze, instead taking a beat to assess the hand and the name being offered. “Rhaya,” came the reply after another moment, her own hand extending to grasp his and shake it. His fingers were cold and clammy, a confirmation that he had indeed been floating out here long enough for him to become waterlogged. This seemed to put her mind more at ease, if only slightly, and her grip firmed around his before withdrawing. “Cool name, Elmer. Welcome aboard the Drunken Calamity.” It was about that time the crewmate from earlier approached and passed off a bundled up blanket from over her shoulder and she offered it to Elmer, waiting for him to take it before continuing. “Unfortunately we’re on a bit of a time-sensitive course so unless you fancy swimming to a passing island along the way -- and by all means you're more than welcome to, we've seen weirder -- you may be stuck with us for a few days. But after that, is there anywhere in particular you’re needing to be? Or anyone you need to get ahold of? I’m sure your crew would be glad to hear you’re safe.”

[boundlss]

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto. / hi… huey :)

Huey isn't a particularly deep or complex person in comparison to the enigmas he's personally familiar with, but being understood cuts deep even when it's by Elmer. That said, it isn't so much the understanding as it is the particular subject being understood.

"What a confident thing to say."

Not that it's out of the ordinary, since Elmer is usually confident in nearly every statement he makes, but the phrasing of it strikes him as odd, and somewhat unlike Elmer.

But that may be entirely your fault, says a voice in his head. It's not an issue with Elmer as much as it is an issue with you. Were he speaking to someone else, he might have said they were "unable to smile" or "unable to be happy". But you truly don't exist without...

Huey chuckles, unable to help it. He's not particularly happy, of course, but he's grown used to laughing to fill silence. The hollow sound won't satisfy Elmer, but Huey doesn't exist for the purposes of Elmer's satisfaction, as evidenced by the fact that he hasn't smiled just yet.

"You're right, but knowing that doesn't mean I can do anything to change it. Although, if I stopped existing, I suppose you would have one less smile to worry about seeing."

simulacra. / accepting.