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I AM THE CURSE ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HIPS Another happy giggle spews from his lips as the Sparklight takes off in a fit of comical screams, throwing herself at the pool and thrashing around like a dying fish. "Dunno why yer doin' that....s'posed to be good for the skin, y'know." Another earthquake-like laugh and he flops onto his side, braying like a stuck donkey, whilst Little Vol still hangs slightly out like the tongue of a happy dog. She rampages out of the water like a tempest, and for a moment he considers his very prone position on the ground. If she was to decide to flip her shit on him, there wouldn't be much he could do, given the fact he's lying satiated on his side without a care in the world. She's ranting like a madwoman and Volterra probably doesn't help his cause by grinning inanely at her, but she soon dissolves into laughter alongside him. "Hey, hey, you can laugh, but d'ya know how hard it is to aim somethin' so big?" He's still grinning as well, laughter still bubbling from his lips as he flops his head against the ground. In his satisfied, befuddled mind, he contemplates the fact that Isopia surely can't be mad at him because he didn't technically sleep with Roskuld. He'll chalk it down as a half. He then performs a long, exaggerated yawn. Damn, he's tired. It feels like even matchsticks couldn't prop up his eyelids, and he decides not to fight it. "S'been great, Sparky, but producin' that stuff is tirin' work. Nighty night." With another stupid grin, Volterra tumbles without preamble into a deep, exhausted, apple-fuelled sleep, ready to wake up several hours later with a raging headache, a lingering feeling of guilt, and an inability to keep the contents of his bowels inside himself. |
Terra Spunk omfg xDD
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
