That Old Pink House [Open to One] Mar 21, 2021 2:43:14 GMT -5
Post by Sleep スリープ on Mar 21, 2021 2:43:14 GMT -5
"Well, whaddaya' say Dream? We headin' the right way?" The punk with the plethora of colors in his hair asked of his feline companion. He pulled his oars into the small row boat and gave his arms a rest while he awaited the cat's reply. A mist of sea water accompanied the wooden paddles into the boat and coated his dried bottom lip. He licked at it and tasted the thick salt. "Shit, wish I had some french fries to go with it..." he mused under his breath as he pulled his pack of smokes and lighter from his pocket.
Dream, who was supposed to be their navigator and paying attention to their heading, was currently in some sort of trance. While Sleep had surely been direct and loud enough with his question, the cat seemed not to have heard it at all. His head was cocked kinda' funny and he was leaned against the side of the row boat, staring down into the water in a strange fashion. Sleep eye balled him as he wedged his ciggy between his awaiting lips and lifted his lighter to spark it up.
"Say... you ok there pal?" He asked, his lips pursing slightly as a curious expression decorated his face.
The cat gave no verbal reply, but he did kinda' lift one paw and wave it briefly in something of a dismissive manner. Sleep shrugged and leaned back, relaxing himself for a bit while he enjoyed his smoke. Maybe he had eyes on a fish or something, Sleep thought, unsure of what was up. If his damn navigator wasn't even going to bother paying attention to where they were going in their search for this fabled island, then why should he? Nah, best to just kick back and let the ocean guide them. Surely it would all work out just fine. They had enough food to survive out here for a few days...
They were probably going to die out here.