004 || Of Balls and Bruises

[crimsonmischief]

Perhaps trying to climb all the way up the slide wasn--

[And here a line of ink streaks across the page, as if the writer suddenly took a dodgeball to the head. Which he did.]

--wasn't the best of ideas... Might I possibly trouble anyone for a bit of help please? My butt is getting quite sore under all the balls' loving attentions.

_{{OOC: Crimson, being the intelligent man that he is, forgot that while he may be a child on the inside, he's mostly definitely not a child on the outside. Which isn't exactly the smartest of things to forget when playing on playground sized for children. Guess who's stuck in this slide, with only his head and one arm sticking out from the top?}}

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I suppose one can't really be picky, though. You take what you can get.

[crimsonmischief]

But one has to have standards!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[crimsonmischief]

Perhaps.

And I don't believe I've introduced myself yet. I'm Crimson!

[Manners, he has them. Even when stuck in a slide and being bombarded by dodgeballs.]

[spandexisyouth]

You could partake with me!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's a pleasure, I'm sure.

[Manners? What are they?]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

After I have a little fun solo or with others. That's what you do down there, right?

[spandexisyouth]

...But not in the way that you mean it.

[crimsonmischief]

[Something society likes and Crimson gives so as to keep eyes directed away from him. Mostly. When he's not doing stuff like this.]

It is! Though perhaps not under the best of situations, but as you said, one takes what one can get~!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Mm, maybe. Are you sure you know what I mean?

[spandexisyouth]

No, I am not. I think that is your point. I am rarely sure I know what you mean.

[Quicklog]

[crimsonmischief]

Ah!

[There was a cry from above, though it wasn't quite clear if it was in response to her shout or to the dodgeball that had just decided to use his butt as a bouncing board.]

Over here~!

[And up went a hand, waving the described hat from over the top of the slide before it quickly jerked back down in response to a flying ball that had been aiming for the precious hat.]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Is that my point? Hm.

[spandexisyouth]

I think you do not want me to know what you mean. But that is fine because I am learning!

[spandexisyouth]

I think that is why you are supposed to figure out if you are too big before climbing up things. Do you have help yet?

[spandexisyouth]

Maybe? Are you saying that you do not have standards?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Maybe?

[crimsonmischief]

I thought that I could fit!

[Note to self: inner child does not equal to fitting in child-sized playgrounds.]

I believe someone named Fred is coming for me~!

[crimsonmischief]

Help would be nice, but I think someone's coming so you don't have to worry~!

[Sore butt or not, he can't let her worry!]

[spandexisyouth]

That is not very nice to write! I think you do have standards!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Whatever. Maybe you just wish I did.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh. Then it makes more sense.

Good! Fred is one of my students! She is good at helping.

[crimsonmischief]

Ah! Then I look forward towards her help!

[Not that he really had a choice otherwise...]

[spandexisyouth]

And I am sure that she will be there as soon as possible, too.

[spandexisyouth]

You are with me. Therefore you must have standards.