when the colors fade

A different day would bring more mischief, today? Today is for figuring out what the fuck was going on. Everything is weird, and the local mean dog squad was on high alert. Salt air and an eerie silence spreading around them... shit. It's too quiet. Far too quiet. "There's no bird sounds or nothing." Pointing it out makes it feel real, too real. The birds had gone quiet, and that was always a bad sign.

Her condescending earns a snap, Tide reaching up in an effort to target her ear (though he has difficulty reaching it) in retaliation. "Shit at least I know a pretty girl when I see one." A low grumble, even if they have better things to be focusing on.

"The ground here is softer than most other places, maybe that's why it's weirder here? If there was an animal tearing up the ground, we'd smell it." Scowling at the world around him, Tide was still trying to put it all together. "Sky is still red, that hasn't stopped." Right, he'd left that part out before. Whatever it is, he doesn't fucking like it.

"speech"