summer catchall

[yourlenore]

Who: Mishka & some poor unfortunate souls
What: Bingo et al.
When: Summer
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: NSFW & insects

Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two.

Comments

[passthrough]

Heh... I'll always be here for it. [His chest puffs out a bit with pride at the compliment.] But I'd rather we not get ahead of ourselves. No need for either of us to break under this heat.

[He's done that once already, thanks. No need for a repeat. He'll look up to gauge the slow coloring of the sky, the bare hints of afternoon fading.]

The sun should be going down soon, at least. Maybe the ocean air will be kind to us.

[He finds an equally shady spot to plop down into the grass with a labored exhale, drawing out a cloth to start wiping down his weapon. After a moment, though, he pauses, looking over his shoulder back to Mishka.]

Ah... while we're out here... Do you have your card with you? The one the goddess handed out to everyone.

Maybe we can make the best of our time for this.

[yourlenore]

( With Otegine taken a seat, Mishka seems inclined to take a seat, also. Perhaps it's just a habit, to stay up and on alert when he knows there's someone deadly nearby. Otegine, in theory, is not a hostile, but habit remains.

He's quite relieved for the sinking sun after such a brutal afternoon, though, and he palms a bit of remaining sweat off his forehead. He could only hope the cooling air would be just as kind as Otegine suggests. )

Bingo, hm? You're certainly productive.

( Not that he's complaining. He shakes out his hands a little before he fishes for the pocket with his card, offering it to Otegine. He doesn't seem he cares much about whether Otegine sees what he's completed, and what he has left to do. )

Pick whatever you'd like. I'm partial to just about any of them.