prontissimo: (se c’è la luna non ti fidar)
Alberto "oh no" Scorfano ([personal profile] prontissimo) wrote in [community profile] avalaughs 2021-08-09 03:07 am (UTC)

No, no, no, no. I'm not cursed. She's cursed. I'm normal. I'm fine.

[ He's fine. He's always fine. How's that?

Way to throw Robyn under the bus, though.

It's at this point the tentacled person's ears (or lack thereof) perk up, twisting her head around to look at the two. The girl... looks fine. The boy? The old cecaelian woman has never seen anyone like him. She sets her scythe down and swims the short distance over. ]


You're looking for someone, child? But you're from the surface? You need to leave!

[ Alberto can't help but throw a pout her way, then glancing at Robyn, a flash of clear uncertainty across his face, before replacing it with his usual confident smirk. ]

Hahaha, why? We're just trying to find our friend! How'd curses get into it?!

[ Both sea monsters look at each other, like... what's with this weird kid who doesn't look like any other sea monsters but is clearly a sea monster. Why ain't he bothered. They're serious. There's a curse. These children gotta go. The old octopus woman looks to the naga like... what now. ]

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