Better Lake Than Never

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Characters: Pinkie Pie and Champloo
Location: The lake -- backdated waaay back to the break!
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Pinkie Pie tells Champloo to come to her tent alone.

So they can go swimming. You perv.



With the feast ended and the leftovers given proper homes in various places, Champloo left Garden with a smile on his face and a spring on his step. His destination, swiftly arrived-at, was Pinkie Pie's tent. Why she had chosen to camp outside all break was beyond his knowledge, but it didn't bother him -- she would do as she wished, and if it made her happy, he could ask for nothing more.

"Pinkie!" he called out, as he approached.

Comments

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Who was corrupting who, Pinkie?!

Champloo, of course, laughed in turn, then without warning fell backwards into the water -- still holding Pinkie, of course. Surprise dunk!

[laughafterme]

Touche!

Pinkie tried to fly away by waving her arms in a ridiculous fashion and went down with the ship. The splash was very big and loud. Luckily, the water was shallow, so they wouldn't drown. Unless Champloo didn't let go or the water really was deeper than they expected.

She sat up by pushing herself up, but...her hands were on Champloo's shoulders. She didn't realize it yet as she took in a breath of air.

And burst into a fit of laughter.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Somewhere beneath her, Champloo is getting his feet under him... to lift triumphantly up out of the water! And if Pinkie gets lifted with him, well that's her luck!]

[laughafterme]

There went those arms waving again. Pinkie gripped onto his shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist in fear of falling over.

"Oh, are you okay, Chammy?!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"It will take more strikes with a tenderize to soften this steak!" he said, all manly and rugged. "You are the lightest of dishes!"

[laughafterme]

Relieved, Pinkie grinned before ruffling his hair playfully. "Like whipped cream and blueberries?!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"You certainly take no more effort to lift!" he said. He would demonstrate, but perhaps obviously, he had no particular desire to unwind her. "Of course, the Netherworld runs heavily on lifting, so it is perhaps not a surprise that I should find it easy."

[laughafterme]

"Oh? Lifting what?" Pinkie was imagining a world where humans and monsters lift weights constantly.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Most frequently, each other," Champloo said. "Hurling a friend into better position is a valid technique, as is picking up an enemy to crack it like an egg! Perhaps the most majestic of techniques is to life a friend who then lifts a friend, and so until your power stacks to the sky like pancakes, whose syrup is the suffering of foes!"

[laughafterme]

"Wooooowwwww..." To Pinkie, that sounded pretty awesome! She looked up at the sky in wonder. "Do you honk it was high enough to reach the moon?"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Well, the limit was ten people, but those ten people could be of any strength! So the moon itself could be endangered, if their hearts burned brightly enough!"

Some days he thought that, despite her general innocence and noncombativity, Pinkie would fit quite well in the strange realm that is the Netherworld.