#ordinarydemiguy

[thechickenlives-blog1]

So why rocks, drumstick? Why not just food, you know - food, the thing you're SUPPOSED to eat?

“I would remind you not to call me drumstick, but clearly that just goes in one ear, out the other... And do I really need to point out the obvious? I’m not the brightest on the island...” The redhead shrugged with a crooked grin. 

[thechickenlives-blog1]

“That was five seconds.”

HeiHei stifled a glare as he continued to concentrate on the basket he had been trying to weave together for the past hour, the pieces still detached entirely. Maui could easily weave the pieces together, but the redhead had insisted on having just ‘a few more seconds’ to figure it out. The boisterous demigod had apparently taken the request very seriously.

“I don’t need your help-- I can do it!” 

[imhcme]

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[shewaschosen]

           “still? ------ you’re still throwing me off the boat.” pushing back the heft of her hair while treading water, moana reaches out for both the boat and maui. “----don’t---don’t give me that look! oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” 

@ordinarydemiguy  , called!

[shewaschosen]

                she’s seated at his side. with her chin resting upon the tops of her knees, and feet buried deep in the fading warmth of the beach’s sand. her gaze lingers on the oddment of the canoe she had borrowed from the flotilla. remnants of such that now lay scattered across the sands. “------maui.” moana starts in absent, her head lifting in favor of turning her gaze onto him. “i’m not a princess.” the correction softens ever slightly as she picks up on his recoil. a moment beats by, and she climbs back, onto her feet. 

                   deft fingers press lightly against the small cluster of wounds at the center of his bicep. a frown curves her features and for another second or so she contemplates. it’s a decision that’s easily made as she shifts and tears at the outer layer of her skirt, and she’s quick to use it as makeshift bindings. tying off his injuries even if he considered the action redundant. “but, you know, with that logic this makes you the princess.” she’s joking now-----trying to lure out that boisterous side of him in a means to cheer him it. still, her hands linger at the cloth------

                  from a distance, their ( maui’s and tūmatauenga’s ) fight had looked like that of an unfavorable storm. one that moana had initially turned away from with every intention of avoiding said storm  in face of keeping everyone safe. if it hadn’t been for that nagging inkling that something horrible was happening gnawing at her senses, moana wouldn’t have boarded one of the smaller canoes and sailed into tempest's gale. she inevitably wouldn’t have rescued him, as he put it. but it’s those thoughts of ‘what ifs’ that weigh on her now. 

                  “what started that? why were you fighting the war god?” 

 @ordinarydemiguy . this ! 

[ordinarydemiguy-blog]

OOC

I gotta run but I’ll be back later on to do tags! But feel free to keep sending memes or asks. Maui loves the attention.

[ordinarydemiguy-blog]

Not quite Maui time yet.

I had a VERY long day and I may not get to tags tonight, but definitely tomorrow. Like for a starter? Or inbox/message me to plot! Or whatever you want. I’m just really out of it tonight, sorry! Soon, though!

[shewaschosen]

            “i’m uhm.”  she can’t even finish the thought, let alone voice it. moana all but chokes on her laughter before sliding the palm of her hand against her cheek to cull it. 

           “maui, wait. i can’t really concentrate when you’re half-----” the sentence remains unfinished as she gestures toward his appearance with another bout of half-stifled giggles. 

@ordinarydemiguy , called!