live laugh leapfrog / nowles & kareem, day 4
Mar 23, 2022 21:23:40 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Mar 23, 2022 21:23:40 GMT -5
N O W L E S
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It's just after the wild goose chase of a morning when I start to think this might be an opportune time to try and track down Le Roux. I could take him, right? A career's really not that special - a few jabs here, a little stab there, easy peasy.
Fatima's not here and she's basically all of my impulse control.
But then I stumble back to the shoreline where I left Rosie and there's that little kodama, the one that threw its puke into my hair, standing over where I put my socks out to dry. It looks at me once, makes a single whistling sound, then it scoops them both up and toddles off.
Son of a bitch stole my socks.
"HEY!"
I stuff the pocket knife in my jacket and take off after it, crashing through the bush and flattening the grass. I barrel my way after the kodama, tripping over no less than three tree roots, but it's like the stupid little thing just turns a corner and disappears.
I keeping going anyways and end up crashing into something big and solid. I somersault feet over head, rolling across the ground with a groan because whatever that was - it sure as hell wasn't a kodama.
Wasn't a tree either.
I squint up from the mud and - "Kareem?"
Didn't mean to treat the guy like a hurdle, but here we are. Kinda nice to see him alone though. Kinda nice to know I'm not the only one. It's not that I don't see him as a threat either, I've still got that knife in my pocket. It's just that I looked at a dog so hard that it died yesterday and ever since then I've sort of felt like a god.
I try to look relatively casual, like I'm not flat on my ass and I haven't been chasing a miniature thief through a gross jungle.
"You seen a kodama run through here? Sneaky looking fucker with a pair of socks?"
Fatima's not here and she's basically all of my impulse control.
But then I stumble back to the shoreline where I left Rosie and there's that little kodama, the one that threw its puke into my hair, standing over where I put my socks out to dry. It looks at me once, makes a single whistling sound, then it scoops them both up and toddles off.
Son of a bitch stole my socks.
"HEY!"
I stuff the pocket knife in my jacket and take off after it, crashing through the bush and flattening the grass. I barrel my way after the kodama, tripping over no less than three tree roots, but it's like the stupid little thing just turns a corner and disappears.
I keeping going anyways and end up crashing into something big and solid. I somersault feet over head, rolling across the ground with a groan because whatever that was - it sure as hell wasn't a kodama.
Wasn't a tree either.
I squint up from the mud and - "Kareem?"
Didn't mean to treat the guy like a hurdle, but here we are. Kinda nice to see him alone though. Kinda nice to know I'm not the only one. It's not that I don't see him as a threat either, I've still got that knife in my pocket. It's just that I looked at a dog so hard that it died yesterday and ever since then I've sort of felt like a god.
I try to look relatively casual, like I'm not flat on my ass and I haven't been chasing a miniature thief through a gross jungle.
"You seen a kodama run through here? Sneaky looking fucker with a pair of socks?"
