“That’s true.” Lucille said as she noticed her skin wasn’t radiating heat.
(I literally absorb heat when I’m outside, like I freaking radiate heat. .-.)
(Same. I also can't tan, I just get burned. (both literally and figuratively))
“It’s not your fault.”
"No you don't understand! I'm the one who suggested we go for a walk, I wanted to explore the cave, and I touched the stupid pool even though you told me not to!"
Well he does have a- “It’s still not your fault.”
"Tyson…" Lata said, unsure how to make him feel better. "It's okay. We'll make it out and it'll sure be one heck of a story, huh?"
(drama)
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE'LL MAKE IT OUT! EVER!" He yelled. "WHAT IF THERE'S NO OTHER POOL? WHAT IF ONE OF US DIES?" He fell to his knees. "It'd all be on me."
(“Told you he was melodramatic.”)
“I mean it was our choice to follow you.”
(XD)
"You were just being good friends. NONE of this is on you guys…" He put his head in his hands. "Its my fault…"
“It’s not.”
Lata about had it with this woe-is-me crap. She walked a bit faster to then stand in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Stop this, Tyson. It's not your freaking fault. We all were curious and came together. End of story."
“Thank you, Lata.”
(She gets straight to the point)
Tyson sighed. "I guess you're right." He still didn't forgive himself. He stood up. "Alright, lets get moving then."
“Let’s gooo!”
They walked for awhile longer. "I wonder if we'll find a well or something." Tyson remarked. "I'm running out of water…"
“… all I see is sand.” Lucille groaned.
He looked at the horizon. She was right. As far as the eye could see, nothing but sand and slopes. He sighed. "Well…we should probably set up camp soon. The sun is getting low…"
“It feels like it had only been an hour…”
"Nope. Either things move faster here or we're just delusional, its already around seven o'clock."
He turned to Lucille. "You have the watch, am I right?"
“Yeah.” Lucille said.
(Is the time going to be like 3 o’ clock?)
(Sure whatever floats your boat or sells your goat or digs your moat or lifts your float or carries your tote or hangs your coat or writes your note or I could seriously go on forever with this but we have an RP to run so yeah))
(… ^claps^)
“It’s tea time.”
Tyson groaned. "Lord help us…."
(Can they find a settlement? Because I feel really bad for them. ;-;)