love a lunatic if you've got one

“Yeah, no, I don’t know what you want,” Ruby shrugged. “Buuuut, if you tell me, I bet I can get it. Just be a little more specific than ‘that’ and we’ll see what we can do. Work together. It’ll be beautiful.”

@lavanatic

“I’m sorry, I don’t know the name for them. The small ones, they’re round with wide petals but not a lot of them. I think it starts with a p.” Marc described the best he could, shaping his hands in a small, silver dollar sized sphere to show that he meant something that looked like a poppy. 

Another scathing look was cut her way, Sasha’s body tensed to run, but somehow still relaxing as she scratched through his hair and ran a hand down his back. “This is just cause you’re warm when you’re like this,” he grumbled. She certainly wasn’t warm when she was a giant fucking squid, and he envied the fact that she seemed to actually be able to create heat. With another small frown, he shifted a little closer, practically melting into her side. (But begrudgingly, of course.) 

“Oh, of course. You’re the big guy. Wouldn’t dream of you being any type of soft around me.” She cooed lovingly, pouting her lips in some form of warm, friendly mocking to him. Her fingers were quick and seemingly liquid in the way they moved over him. She had been used to moving without bones before, but that didn’t mean she had to move like she had them. It made for a good massage for whoever sat in front of her and Sasha could mentally attest to that. 

The last thing the shellycoat was expecting to hear was someone shouting at him. Well, maybe not the last thing, but he wasn’t exactly expecting to hear a voice calling after him so early into his little city adventure. The thoroughly sodden youth turned to face the direction of the voice, only to see someone chasing after him. His eyes widened a bit, though he stayed still. If this person truly wanted to harm him, he’d wait until they were close enough for a few tricks to come out of his sopping wet sleeves.

Relief was plain to see on his face when the woman was finally within distance that he could hear her properly. Reaching up to mop some of his soaked blond curls from his eyes, he canted his head to the side, watching her carefully. There was something decidedly off about her, but he couldn’t be bothered to investigate further. A toothy grin split his lips, laughter spilling free at her request.

“I dunno if ye can keep up,” he teased, before he leapt into a puddle next to her, giving her a quick splash before he was off, investigating a slightly deeper puddle a few feet away. “You’re welcome to try!”

Bailey didn’t know a thing about this boy, but he seemed to know how to have a good time in her book. The water washing coming from all angles from around, soaking them to their bones. She gasped at the sudden wave, kicking some up in return with a gleeful laugh. “If I splash you, can I get your name?”

She zoomed to keep up, catching a few puddles that weren’t too far off away from him to retaliate justly, slapping her foot down in in waters hovering over concrete, hoping the rain didn’t stop.