Gripless

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by Originality22

by Originality22

SO- here's my writer's trade with LemonT! It's about Primrose and Merchant before they get together, and it's- well, I have no fucking clue. Be creative, and don't be afraid to resort to violence.

And for my 3 viewers: Ready, Steady, GO!

Her short black hair was bouncing off her shoulders, light brown overalls- too big for the small person it adorned- stained with mud and grass, hands callused, elbows scraped, seemingly white shirt now dyed a fitful pale, yellow primrose.

Well, she was called Primrose, after all. And all of that mess was being supervised by Merchant- who was, ironically- five months younger, but five times more mature. Five inches taller, too, at that number scheme.

Primrose was, once again, acting like the fool she'd always been. Oblivious to Merchant's curious stare, she scaled the seemingly gripless wall and jumped back down, using the stalls' roofs as a trampoline to catch her. Repeating this process over and over again, she didn't even stop to question whether it was safe or not. Merchant could see the shop's roof wearing away by the second.

"Primrose!" He yelled. "That stall roof's getting weary. You should probably do something else."

"Bold of you to assume I'm afraid of dying," Primrose said.

"If you die you won't have any family to pass those precious maps of yours down to," Merchant argued. "Your work is going to be lost forever."

"Oh, fine," Primrose said. "I'll try something that's probably going to get me killed even faster than this."

Realizing she was having too much of an adrenaline rush to care, Merchant sighed and leaned back. Primrose sat down to catch her breath for a while, then ran back to the wall, newfound energy supplying her with strength and stamina Merchant didn't know small people could possess.

And the next time she shinnied up the wall, she stepped back, getting ready to run. Merchant tilted his head curiously as Primrose leaped off the edge, landing with a splash in the waters Fisher was fishing in. After a few seconds, she popped her head out of the water, laughing and sputtering at the same time. She clambered out of the water and plopped down onto the pier, splashing Fisher with saltwater as she ran back and scampered up the wall again.

And as it's obvious to people with sane minds, hands can be slippery when they're wet. Primrose was at the middle of the wall when her foot slipped, then her hand, then her other hand, and before Merchant could react her body hit the floor with a painful bang.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Merchant ran over to Primrose, whose arm was twisted in an uncomfortable angle, eyes closed and head bleeding.

It's short as heck, but I figured this was a good place to stop since it's the most open interpretation I can have it at.