IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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[garbagechild]

<sub>[It takes a moment for the logistics of that statement to fully load in Wrath's mind.]

[But once it does, he's scrambling to his feet too.]

[Thank Arceus for the pool sharks.]

[Mad doesn't squawk and scream like Dervish-- but she is equally-unhappy about the state of affairs and it's honestly probably only the Sharpedos' rough skin ability that stops her from biting her own saviors.]

[Wrath is not spared when he skids to a halt by the poolside and yanks her out of the water. But he's used to it.]</sub>

Mad!!

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy may not have had to jump in the pool, but untangling a screaming baby dinosaur from a wet blanket means he's getting pretty wet anyway. He gets a few nips for his trouble, but Dervish is mostly concerned with keeping his mouth open to wail about how awful that was to the entire world.]

C'mon, how'd this even get tangled like this--Wrath, get Mad in and some towels, I'll--ow! Dervish!--I'll be in in a minute!

[DRAGONS WEAK TO ICE. Gotta get them dry.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Scrambling to keep hold of the soaked and snarling Deino of his own, Wrath does as he's bidden and runs off back inside, bare feet crunching the dead leaves on the ground.]

[By the time Envy returns, he'll find the younger Homunculus tending to a growling pile of towels on the floor.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

[By the time Envy gets inside, Dervish's howls have subsided into one long, unending whine. That was so scary what even happened??]

Here, hand me some too.

[FOR BOTH OF THEM. It's freezing out, and Envy's shivering a little from having his entire front slapped with a sopping blanket. Dervish looks like a spasming drowned rat.]

I think they were trying to fucking...I don't know, eat each other, and they ran right into the pool.

[Frustration is how he shows worry.]

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath holds out a slightly smaller mound of towels than the quivering one on the floor.]}

Mad wouldn't do that.

Not EAT another dragon.

_{[:I kill, though, maybe.]}