i_speak_softly | Sixty-Seventh Theory [Accidental Video]

[Turtle Luck runs true to form, and Don crashes shell-first into the full bathtub in the winter room, Robert falling unceremoniously on top of him. The scientist, mildly stunned from the impact, pushes back and breaks the surface with a sputtering sound. Don fights down his panic reaction at being suddenly submerged, and simply sits up in the shallow water. He tries not to bang Robert against the sides of the tub, but the close confines ensure Robert's legs get squashed somewhat as Turtle and human attempt to suddenly coexist in an unforgiving ceramic tub.]

Don, are... are you a-alright?

Yeah. Just -- can you get up?

[Robert complies, scrambling out of the tub.] What an... unusual place to be returned. Perhaps the rogue Malnosso were... more interested in seeing our reaction to that than... "testing" us...

[Don coughs, and drags himself out of the water behind his housemate.] Typical. Give me a minute to convince my lungs they're fine, and then we can theorize about the Malnosso's motivations all you want.

[As the two talk, neither notices that Don's journal is transmitting video of their awkward return and private conversation.]

((Joint post! Don and Robert's conversation will be continued in a thread; feel free to assume your character can hear all of it. Specify who you want to talk to or you may get both. :) ))

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[Duly noted.]

Are you... h-having troubles with temperature equalization, Don? [Because maybe he shouldn't be cuddling on you if you are.]

[While the mun finds this joke uproariously funny, Robert... takes it completely literally. Or, well, mostly literally, if only because this means they've been heard.]

Ah -

...

The... j-journal was... broadcasting this...? [Suddenly very glad he chose to wear a housecoat, or his scars would've been on camera.]

Aye. But don't worry, you weren't doing anything too risque, eh?

[Leave it to Marco to be that guy.]

...Well, yeah, there's that. There should probably be some sort of brigade checking that people are still around, just in case someone has the stove on when they disappear.

- That's a good idea, actually.

No, it just - [He pauses to scratch Carbon's ears in an oddly deliberate way.] - makes me feel better.

[Carbon responds by delicately nudging her head into his hand, quite content to be scratched behind her ears for a good long while.]

... That is something we both need at the moment.

[Leave it to Robert to have no idea what Marco's implying by that.]

... I... s-suppose not. I am not certain what... w-would be considered as such, especially when much was... n-not intentional...

It never is.

[Nope, not explaining either.]

I've been known to have them. I don't know how you'd set it up, though.

Do you want to talk about... anything?

[His tone is dull, implying that he doesn't really want to talk himself - but he recognizes that Robert likes to deal with things by talking.]

Organizing isn't really one of my skills.

[Does he? Robert actually isn't sure, for once. And he can tell that Don would probably rather just sit.]

The only thing I wonder is... wh-why? But... who can presume to understand the M-Malnosso's motivation, at this point...?

...

Mostly I just... w-want to be here with you, now. [He wants the comfort, and shows it by leaning himself closer into Don.]

[As much as Robert likes explanations... he doesn't know if he should press for one this time.]

Well, n-no. I... imagine most people would... n-not willingly broadcast themselves... being returned in s-such an unpleasant fashion...

[It's obvious that Robert doesn't like to be seen so unkempt.]

I certainly don't know what... what that's about.

[Helplessly:] Humiliation, p-perhaps...? Something about us...? [Don's fears, for instance. Or maybe they were poking at Robert's compulsions about staying clean. Or both.]

I didn't think it was funny.

It was not. [~~Even if a bunch of people made amusing jokes about it.~~]

... Regardless, I... c-cannot help but feel it was... easier, than it should have b-been... not as if kidnappings are ever easy, but... [They were surprisingly gentle. He hasn't felt anything out of the ordinary, besides the usual symptoms of being kept somewhere two days.]

Aye that, or just being in the tub together at all, eh.

Are you hurt or shifted or anything?

[That's the least of Robert's worries, honestly. ~~Though he's not too fond of the idea of his arm scars being public knowledge.~~]

... It... d-does not appear as such, no... [If there is anything, it's so subtle that he can't tell, and that is subtle.] Any... minor damage sustained during the i-impact was not enough to... harm either of us...

[Just a politely vacant look. He's not really following.]

[It's a weird thought anyway. Robert just tapers off then, sort of staring awkwardly down at his hands.]

... I suppose it is... b-better that way. [Who is he to begrudge some occasionally-nicer treatment from the rogues? If anything he should probably be comparitively happy about it.]

Are you... feeling a-alright yourself, other than... the evident issues?

[Don looks like he might try to answer this, but then his head just flops forward loosely. He may not exactly be awake anymore.]

[That's okay. Robert will support him and make sure he doesn't flop too far.

What isn't okay is the fact he's asleep, though. Sun lamp is going off now - well, as much as Robert can do that when he has half a Turtle's body weight braced on him. The resulting flailing - and the planitive "ow" yowl of the misplaced Carbon - might do something to wake him if the immediate temperature shift doesn't.]

Edited 2013-02-06 03:54 (UTC)

That's good at least, if a little pointless.

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