HazMat Log 008 ♔ Patootles and Discount Coupons

[anelegantmyth]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Tartle Island then Deesuko Ballia
When: 8/7 onwards
What: gathering a patootle and then party over at pirate heaven
Warnings: alcohol and little whales that fart bubbles are dangerous to your health
Style: Any!
Status: Zoo entrance fee is still 50 doubloons

Hazardous Materials' August log of doom part! Date your stuff, you all know the drill.

8/7-8/11 : Sailing to Tartle Island
8/12-8/14 : Tartle Fun!
8/15-8/21 : Sailing to Deesuko Ballia
8/22-?: Party hard!!

Comments

[heartismyown]

[Roxas scratches his head.]

It doesn't really hurt that much and I'm used to Lea's sleeping anyway.

[He turns his attention on Lea.]

You won't hurt me, really.

[anelegantmyth]

Well, if you REALLY want to sleep with him. You're free to use my bed. I'm sure a cushion would be much better to sleep on than a hammock, and better for your injury.

[by_heart]

[grumble]

He got shot in the shoulder. He should sleep in the bed on his own.

[It's really nice of Cynthia to offer and all, but SOMEONE has to be responsible here...]

[heartismyown]

[It's frustrating, feeling like they're talking about something else. He can feel something else bubbling up within him, but he's too tired to sort out weird complex feelings right now. He gets up, his fingers curling around the towel so he can put it away in the wash.]

It's...fine. It's okay. I'll just go sleep in my hammock. I should do that now, kind of tired.

[anelegantmyth]

Are you sure, Roxas? You can have my bed. It's okay.

[heartismyown]

Yeah. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

[He murmurs a little. He didn't even look at the sandwiches Lea had been making before he heads for the door to the galley. There is something seriously wrong with him.]

[anelegantmyth]

If you say so. Feel better soon, Roxas.

[ OK WELL. She really doesn't have a death wish at the moment. So she'll have to avoid teasing him for now. JUST FOR NOW. ]

At least he's still alive.

[by_heart]

Yeah, but now I gotta sort out whatever it is he's decided is going on.

[Lea sighs and pushes the plate of sandwiches back and forth on the table.]

But he's gotta get some sleep first. He can be mad at me all he wants when he's gotten some rest.