LOG 004 ♔ Uptight and Weird

[anelegantmyth]

| characters | Cynthia, Arno and Steven

| date/time | forwarded to 6/7 afternoon

| location | Gem Room

| rating | PG

| summary | A formal record of their first hug.



[ It would have been like any other day before Cynthia got an emergency message from Steven. Apparently the poor child had gotten his arm stuck in a crack in one of the gems and needed help getting out. Now she wasn't really sure why he'd ask her for help. Probably because Garchomp was strong and he was probably wedged in pretty good? She'll just have to find out when she arrives.

But really, shouldn't this be Arno's job? Steven IS his room mate. Not hers.]

Comments

[sirpisspot]

[Arno also couldn't help but smile at the genuine attitude Steven had. No matter how silly he thought this all was.]

You have my word. This whole story will never leave this room.

[Arno made a side glance at Cynthia before suddenly starting to watch her try a hand at it, literally.

He was trying to not get annoyed at her for being so dismissive, mainly because he knew he also was.

He slowly blinked at Cynthia's failure, holding back his tongue from saying anything snarky. He had to try really hard not to. He wasn't an overly mean person.]

I think we have to be a little craftier than that. That arm is not going to come out like it came in.

[He surveyed the crystal, walking around Cynthia.]

...I wonder if the crystal is somewhat damaged.

[gempathic]

Thanks, guys. You're the best! [ If Amethyst is going to laugh at him for this later, it might as well be a controlled situation.

... he would have tried the same thing if someone else were stuck in a rock. Never hurts to try, Cynthia. He even does his part to help her in her efforts before she hits the ground. ]

I think so. That's what I thought when I saw the crack, anyway.

[anelegantmyth]

[Wow Arno, really? She knows they're fighting and all, but it wouldn't hurt to help the poor woman up. Rude. Really, she didn't think their fight was THAT bad.

Whatever, she sits up and rubs her head.]

Crafty...right.

[Give her a minute. Her brain may have blacked out a bit after she fell down. So simply pulling won't work. She could always have Garchomp try to enlarge the crack. But that was both dangerous a very unpredictable move. Maybe if they could find some sort of lubricant?]

If we could find something oily, it'll be easier to pull your arm out, or we could just try and break the crystal. Garchomp can use brick break.

[sirpisspot]

[It wasn't really intentional. He was annoyed, sure. But he didn't mean to leave her on the floor.

In fact, he caught himself on it, making a glance toward her just to look.

Yeah, he felt just a little bad.

Swell, Arno. You surely know how to handle your own simple pettiness. You're not a boy anymore, mon dieu.

Later, later. It was Steven time now, he really can't focus on it. But it was hard, admittedly. He was trying to be deadpan about it but it wasn't really making him good about it.

He thought some more again, honestly wanting to prioritize Steven.]

The altar may have nectar...or honey.

[gempathic]

IIIIII'd rather not break this if we can help it. It's not the gem's fault I got stuck instead of fixing it. Why destroy it for something like that? [ He gives his arm a few more casual tugs as he speaks, planting his feet on the the wall in front of him to counterbalance it, because damn if he's not going to put in a good effort to the very end. ]

Do you think water would work?

[anelegantmyth]

...fair enough, no breaking.

[She looks around the room. Next to tree, leaves and more tree, there really wasn't much to use here. Maybe if she went to the altar, she could find something there. Even better because it would mean getting away from Arno. This tension was killing her and she just needed to get away from it. Even for a little bit.]

I think honey might be a little too sticky to help. Not sure about nectar either, but we could try it or water and see how that works out.

[Cynthia gets on her feet and dusts off whatever small specks of dirts that got on her when she fell.]

I'll got to the altar and get some.