stuck in the middle with you

*Tyrian* · 03-06-2022, 07:50 PM

A few pounds? Perish the thought. Tyrian made a noise in the back of his throat and then slapped his exposed middle. "And lose these love handles? I think not." He was going to joke through his pain because, well, what else could he do? In truth that was how he handled most situations beyond his control, but shhhh that was a secret.

The pirate told him not to move and Tyrian made that same noise again, but this time said nothing. Instead he leaned back on one of his arms and began to drum the ground with the claws of his other. It was all for show. His would-be savior would be back any second and he wanted to make him laugh again. It was best to keep the only person who knew where he was in a good mood.

Gilgamesh came back and dropped a large piece of wood at his paws. Tyrian looked from the pirate to it and back again. "Well..." he began slowly, trying to decide just how he felt about getting pried out of the cave like a booger. "'Beggars can't be choosers' and all that." Tyrian motioned towards the wall and sighed in resignation, "G'head, get in there, pirate."

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