Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

Comments

[corruptedsouls]

I think so. I don't really know what's what, though.

[He's just kind of picking a few at random, really.]

[fionna_time]

Hmm. OK. Why don't you try this pink one, I'll try the red one hmm?

[corruptedsouls]

Okay.

[He takes a pink one, biting into it.]

...It's good. It tastes a little sharp, though.

[fionna_time]

Sharp? Like what, bones? Spice?

[corruptedsouls]

Um... [How can he put it?] ...it's got a strong taste.

[fionna_time]

Hmm. Mine is good, but, like, its got a kinda mushy taste but firm, you know? And kinda flavorful?

[corruptedsouls]

I think so. [Kinda. He gets the idea at least.]

[fionna_time]

But its good!

You never had this before either?

[corruptedsouls]

I had something like it, but not like this.

[If Fionna cares to look, Tobias' plate is actually mostly empty. He hasn't gotten much.]

I'm happy! I hope Uncle Namur likes it too.

[fionna_time]

What's it like?

[She glances down, surprised].

Oh! On a diet?

[corruptedsouls]

It was okay.

[Tobias shakes his head, poking his side a little. The clothing is sitting way too baggy on his frame -- if the shirt was off, she could probably see his ribs easily.]

If I eat too much right now, I'll get sick.

[fionna_time]

Oh cool.

[She gives him an appraising look].

How would you get sick? You look "stoopid" skinny now!