I do like how you think. [vaguely petty and hilarious spite to the ocean is fun. it's a fun distraction from many unpleasant Things, and less unpleasant like rio finally settling down. she does eat some of the membrane, making viktor sigh but resist the urge to tell her off about it. frankly they both ate weirder shit when they were young so who is he fooling.

he shifts and that's weird too, mostly that he can bend his knee far and, for the moment, it seems okay with that instead of trying to end his career. there's a purple foot to match the arm as he shifts fully out of the lingering bits of dry goop, turning to face pal-

and blinking a moment, a burst of fondness overtaking him like it tends to when pal is sweet. it's colored with guilt he can't suppress and, for the moment, doesn't try to. the fun thing about marriage and bonds is learning oh, he has to be open and vulnerable and all that gross stuff. at the moment he's pretty thankful for it, even if the time home is taking a little readjustment to this much healthier mindset then icky, past him.]

If I were capable of missing you I would have. [he reaches up with his normal hand, pulling pal in for a kiss because he kind of needs it. what flavor is membrane goo? apparently not too terrible.] It was only a few days at least. Everything happened very quickly, one disaster after another. I suppose the good news is if I am dead there will be no more need for these hibernations. Rio seems to have handled as gracefully as expected.