Appointments/Messages

[moehealer]

Messages and/or appointments for Yellow can go here.
Please be sure to leave the date and the type (voice/action/video) in the subject line too~

Comments

[mischiefbreeder]

Felt too short. [Way too short.]

[moehealer]

[Oh sob and she had woken him up...] In that case, did you want to sleep a bit longer?

[mischiefbreeder]

Nah... I can't be sleepin' the day away at a place like this!

[moehealer]

If you say so, Gold! [..hmm.] Oh, did you see the new trees with fruits around here?

[mischiefbreeder]

Sure did! They're amazing!

[moehealer]

Oh, did you already try some?

[mischiefbreeder]

Sure did!

[moehealer]

Ohh.. They're really good! I tried a few of them earlier. [you know. before sleeping.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Of course, you know that means we have to have one together, right?

[moehealer]

You think so? I was going to ask if we could, so... Let's do that!

[mischiefbreeder]

Alright! [And Gold bangs the tree with his elbow, attempting to dislodge fruit from the tree.

...Nothing comes out.]

[moehealer]

[Waiting for that fruit to come down and...! Oh. It didn't.

...That's weird. Yellow peers up at the tree.]

Are there even any left up there?

[mischiefbreeder]

[...Idea!]

Hey Yellow, did you bring your rod along? [You better have, we're at the ocean.]

[moehealer]

Huh? Uh.. Yeah, I did! It should be right around here... [She glances around and... oh, there it is, lying against the other side of the tree. Gonna go ahead and grab that now.]

Here it is!

[mischiefbreeder]

Okay then! [And now he's pointing dramatically into the treetops.]

Time to reel us in a starfruitfish!

1/2

[moehealer]

[Starfruitfish..] Okay! Here I go...!

[Aiming it and... casting the line!]

[moehealer]

[...And then it doesn't move.

uh oh.]

...I think it got stuck.

[mischiefbreeder]

Huh...? [And now he's standing up from his spot to take a look at it.]

[moehealer]

It's not coming back down...

[She gives the rod a light tug, and the line just tightens but... doesn't fall. See?]

[mischiefbreeder]

C'mon, put a little elbow grease into it! [Gold steps behind Yellow, placing his hands on hers to help pull.]

[moehealer]

[...eep his hands are on hers. /)_(\ ..okay now's not the time to flail over that.] How about we both pull on the count of three?

[mischiefbreeder]

[His hands tighten around hers now, making sure he has a good grip on both the rod and her.]

Okay! Ready? One...

[moehealer]

Two...

[mischiefbreeder]

...Three! [HEAVE]

[moehealer]

[HEAAAAVE HOOOOOO

...and out the line pops, along with a fruit!]