STARTER THAT WAS NOT PROMISED BUT I SAID FUCK IT, I’M DOING IT ANYWAY for [ @sxientist ]
From below the Shack, the sound of muffled shouts seeps out from the vending machine, followed by a distinct crashing noise, and then…louder yelling.
“ Not-it, ” he blurts out while touching the tip of his nose, but alas, a second after Mabel. He gets up with a sigh ( a groan ) and an eye roll — Soos luckily ( unfortunately ) entertaining the tourists outside, allowing him to slip behind the vending machine. Inside, waiting for the elevator to descend, he just hoped they hadn’t killed each other yet. [ Wasn’t this exactly what two years on a boat was supposed to solve? ]
He steps out toward the source of the old man argument, hands in his hoodie pockets, “ Uh…are you guys okay down here…? Or not actively dying, at least...? ”