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]

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!]

[mischiefbreeder]

[YATTA]

We did it!

[moehealer]

We caught it!--

[except now the fruit is swinging around and hitting Yellow in the face oops. ...Not that it hurt, but it still surprised her.

Gonna take that fruit off the line now whee.]