Who the heck first set being lost was a bad thing?
Green surely had no clue where he was at the moment, but he also had no care; it was nice to get away from the familiars every now and again. Plus, the area— where ever it may have been— was a lovely one. A lush forest flanked him on each side, speckled shade being cast down from the trees which lined the cleared path on which he strolled. The humming and buzzing of nature noises filled his ears, along with the whistling of an occasional, soft, breeze, which also pleasingly raked through his spiky hair like chilled fingers.
What ever troubles may have been on his mind prior to arriving at this location, he couldn't remember them even if he tried. Completely at ease, not having a worry in the world, even if just for these moments, all Green could do was take a deep breath, tilt his head back, and relax his eyes as he continued down the straight trail. The man was truly at peace with himself.
...That is, until an un-attentive gaze caused him to be a victim of a cruelly located divot in the path.
Far to enticed in his state of ease, Green had no hope of coming to his senses and doing anything to avoid the tumble before it unfolded. Eyes flying open, suddenly aware, all the man could manage was brief grunt of alarm. What cut the noise off was none other than the ground— hitting his face. Hard.
With a serious lack grass, or loose dirt, or anything remotely soft, really, the earth bellow him was anything but comfortable, and definitely not gentle in his handings. The man hit the ground with such force that he simply lay there for a moment.
But, within that moment, he realized some very strange:
"That... didn't hurt," he mumbled, raising up to sit while bring a hand to his face, stroking his should-be wound. Upon this further inspection, he found no evidence that fall had even happened in the first place; there was no bump, bruise, blood, or blemish; there was nothing.
Confused, yet oddly fascinated, Green rose to his feet and stood in place. He raised his arms and gave scanned the exposed skin of his forearms suspiciously. After a moment of this, he began pinching his arm, and the result was the same. No matter how hard he pinched, even if it was to the point that would normally pierce and draw blood, Green could feel no pain; it almost as if his skin was made of rubber and had no sensory at all.
Maybe he was dreaming. That would explain the unrealistically pleasant surroundings and lack of troubles. Regardless, since the old saying of pinching someone when dreaming had failed to rouse him awake, if that was even what was going on, he decided to back onto enjoying his surroundings, indulging in the setting for as long as he could. With this goal in mind, he began walking the path once again.
This brought yet another strange thing: the sight of a familiar figure in the distance.
That figure belonged to someone who— by Green's opinion— could never appear in his dreams; or, at least shouldn't.
Sitting up ahead was a certain redhead whom he spent most of their shared time bickering with or teasing. It was none other than Misty, who— judging by her expression— was enjoying this atmosphere just as much as he was.
Just then, at the sight of her sitting leisurely over the cliff side, legs dangling carelessly as her head rested back, eyes closed and peaceful, a devious thought struck him. Mischief was almost always on Green's mind when it came to Misty, but this particular light bulb was one he was actually a little unsure of— for... certain reasons.
The man stood idly in thought, mulling it over.
It didn't take too much contemplating for him to agree with the devil in his brain. Folding in on himself slightly, a wicked smirk fixed firmly upon his face, Green planned on making those thought a reality, no matter how reckless it may be.
And, what was this allegedly wicked action that the man had become so set on? Well, you'll just have to keep reading to find that out, won't you?
The man started forward, towards the daydreaming red head, with a few, small, lightly placed steps, doing his best to make as little noise as possible and avoid perking her attention. Once he found himself within a good, not too spaced, distance of her, the man paused, taking a deep but silent breath.
And, then he dashed forward, pouncing onto Misty and grabbing her shoulders. Within that matter of seconds, the two of them launched over the cliff side and began plummeting down below, all the while Green laughing wildly and letting out adrenaline filled shouts.
For him, this fall was a pure rush, knowing that he could not be hurt by the rocks below when they hit... But, did Misty know that, as well?
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