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chapter v - storm at heart

loved him like the ocean, falling for the way his surface sparkled, but fearing the unknown that rested in his depths.

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Reflecting and clear like a mirror, the sea glimmered beneath the boat. Ty waved his hand in the soft silk, smiling sentimentally. It had been a calm and relaxing sail so far, everything was going perfectly. Ignoring Ted, obviously.

"Coop? Pass me a tomato, my guy." Carson hollowed, smacking playfully at the blonde man's shoulder. Coopie smiled, teeth shining against the sun and readjusting his sunglasses and sunhat. He threw the object, glinting scarlet red.

"Carson, why the absolute fuck would you eat a tomato? That's poor people food." Schlatt crossed his arms against his blue flowery shirt. Rarely, he didn't wear a suit. Travis sighed.

"Not agaiiiiin..." you could hear him smack his head against a hollow object.
Schlatt projected his voice, articularly protesting against the vegetable.

Wilbur watched Connor roll his eyes and snort. "Absolute children."

"...In my presidential campaign I would proceed to illegalise these... disgraces." He pronounced patronizingly, pretending to kick at his feet.

"Says the man who only eats chicken tenders. Your car smells of weed and McDonalds." Joko snorted, with his signature giggle. Carson and Travis echoed, soon ceasing as everyone looked at them.

Pivoting around, the brown-haired man glared at the hooded man. Deadpan, he served him a death stare, to meet with the dirty blonde crumbling to his feet like his own sanity.

"That's what I thought. I'll let you off for the bedrock though."

Everyone resumed in their activities, Connor glancing inbetween the two seperated groups, alarmed.
"God, I would pay for no daily world wars." he whispered.

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"Red alarm. Storm ahead." Phil's voice rang in Wilbur's ears as he shook from his absent-minded contemplating.
"What? The seas were meant to be calm." shuddering, he lifted himself with a heavy weight on his chest. Pokay mimicked his action and quickly jogged over to assist Phil.

One by one, the others arose and a disturbance begun.
"What's happening? Oh my god, Coopie, are we going to be okay?" Travis embraced his friend, shaken.

"If we die, I want my last wish to be the illegalisation of the PPF."
"HAH! Peepee." Joko interrupted.
Schlatt displayed a dirty look in the man's direction, clearing his throat and continuing.

"Ahem. Poor People Food. That's right, the end to your worries."
Carson stifled giggles as he gaped at the man, shifting his gaze to Ted who was doing the same.

"No time for this shit, we have to operate. This isn't a video game, no respawn point." Connor redistributed the words, to assure that they must move.
"Chill, we should see the light in a  situation."
"Say that to the storm, Cooper." Connor stood aside, exposing the image ahead to him.

"Err... There's no light though. Because it's a storm."

"Haha... funny joke, Charlie."
"What can I say? That could've been a mist opportunity!" he jested, facing the thunder. "Well isn't that quite striking?"

"Bitch if you don't shut your chicken tone sk-"
"STOP!" Ty took action, interrupting Coop. "-This is a serious situation guys."

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[ irl switch ]

Stansted was close. In fact, metres away.

He buttoned the blue, multicolour shirt; it was his favourite. It had so many memories associated with it.
The chestnut-haired man made his way through the hoods and jackets, compressing himself as much as humanly possible to battle through; not like he wasn't very sleek anyway. One of his insecurities, he squinted.

Climbing inside a telephone bunk, he wipped out his phone.

        hey schlatt, can i call you tonight?
-whale boy!!

Awaiting a response, he shuddered and huddled closer to himself.

sure, knock yourself out, brother B)
- schlatty :)

In a repeated action, he swiped at the material, once again dialing.