3rd kick: voice/action for house 11

[kickingcatcher]

[When Crys arrives back at the house late at night, she pretty much looks like a wreck. She just looks plain exhausted, and her left arm is in a sling. The rest of her is spotted with a few bruises and small scrapes, but nothing too horrible aside from her arm. As she walks up to the house, she notices the... weird ice wall? And stares in disbelief before walking in. Why she didn't notice it sooner, we may never know. Anyway, walking back into the house now. Mega walks with her for support as Crys closes the door. Unconsciously, she speaks to nothing.]

I'm home...

[Except everyone is asleep. Whoops. Mega nudges her gently with her head, and Crys pats her back. Letting out a tired sigh, she'll just walk to the kitchen and get some water or something. And sits down with her good hand covering her face.]

[Voice]

[Much later in the day on the 24th, and at a more reasonable time than midnight, she opens up the journal and pauses for a bit. She sounds a little tired, taking a deep breath before speaking.]

Has being here changed anyone?

Comments

[kickingcatcher]

I was just kidding! [She lets out a sigh.] Geez, why is food always on your mind?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold just tiredly flops flat onto the couch.]

It should be a crime to crack jokes like that...

[tsuntrader]

Agreed. [Especially while he's sitting on Gold.]

[kickingcatcher]

[Hey, the sitting on Gold was your problem.]

Well, I told you earlier they were all gone, and you just said something about a Flaafy in the desert shack.

[mischiefbreeder]

I don't remember that.

[tsuntrader]

You were sleepwalking.

[kickingcatcher]

You were-- what Silver said.

[mischiefbreeder]

So? [He takes a sip of that juicebox in his hand.]

--Hey, Fattytaro, get off my legs.

[tsuntrader]

Only if you move over. [But he's getting up. ...Slowly.]

[kickingcatcher]

[She still giggles a little at the nickname.]

Come on, Gold, just move over a bit.

[mischiefbreeder]

[He grumbles a bit and attempts to move, but...]

...My legs are asleep.

[tsuntrader]

[...Yeah, he's just shoving your legs off the couch and sitting down, Gold.]

[kickingcatcher]

[She just rolls her eyes and sips a little from her juice box. Oh you two.]

1/2

[mischiefbreeder]

And you say I'm impatient...

[Gold attempts to start righting himself on the couch when--]

[mischiefbreeder]

--Ow, ow, pins and needles, pins and needles! [Guess who's starting to get the feeling back in his legs now.]

[tsuntrader]

[...On any other day, this would have been eye roll worthy. Today? Today he's just glad that Gold's back, so he can just watch this ridiculous spectacle with a sigh of relief.]

[kickingcatcher]

[For the love of... really, Gold? Crys just lets a tired sigh.]

It'll pass, don't worry.

[mischiefbreeder]

That's not the point! I know it'll pass!

[tsuntrader]

Then quit complaining.

[kickingcatcher]

Just don't think about it too much. Stretch your legs out a little to make them wake up quicker.

[mischiefbreeder]

But it tiiiiingles... [First-world problems.]

[tsuntrader]

Poor baby.

[kickingcatcher]

[For the love of--] Geez, are you just going to whine about it?

[mischiefbreeder]

C'mon, after everything that's happened, aren't I allowed to whine just a little?

[tsuntrader]

Are either of us whining?