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[ohthehumanities]

DUONET ID: Artchitect

"You've reached Kaveh! Leave a message and I'll call you back in a--HEY, DON'T TOUCH THAT I JUST GOT IT IN THE RIGHT SP--"

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[duskspear]

[There is a lot wrong with his head. Much as he would prefer to describe it another way, Fukawa made this very clear to him. Perhaps it is because of this wrongness with his head that he fails to grasp the reason for Kaveh's reluctance.]

Are you certain? The distance aside, there are numerous crabs around us.

[However, if Kaveh is truly determined to get moving on his own two feet, Roland won't stop him—only part the way of crabs for him as much as possible.]

[ohthehumanities]

[It's okay, Kaveh's logic is terrible. Roland's better off not grasping it tbh.]

It's fine, let's just go quickly.

[It is absolutely not fine, he is in PAIN but he will valiantly begin an awkward hobble-scurry toward the water... he looks so ridiculous that it would have been far less embarrassing than if he'd just agreed to be carried??? WHY DID HE DO THIS.

Also, like Roland pointed out, there are lots of crabs around... and they all seem to be heading Kaveh and Roland's way...]

[duskspear]

[Oh . . . That hobble-scurry makes him so sad. At the same time, he respects Kaveh's drive to do what must be done himself. What a man.

Roland follows after Kaveh, during which his gaze is drawn to the ebbing tides ahead. Is it just him, or is the boundless body of water so very fascinating? Struck speechless by the sight, he loses track of his surroundings for a moment—and that's all it takes.]

. . . Look out!

[All but jumping at Kaveh, Roland pushes him out of the way by the shoulder, away from a handful of crabs about to join their friend at his heel.]

[ohthehumanities]

[Roland is killing me. Not Kaveh, me, pixi, specifically

But Kaveh yelps, undignified, and stumbles out of the way as Roland shoves him--just in time, too, as there were multiple crabs right near his heel. He scrambles gracelessly toward the water, giving up on protecting his crab accessory from brain damage. THE CRAB CHOSE THIS BUS RIDE, IT CAN DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.]

Why does this always happen--?!

[ALWAYS???]

[duskspear]

[Live, Pixi, live.

The crab has only itself to blame. Its kin, meanwhile, scatter at Roland's thunderous entrance. One valorously hangs back to pinch him on the boot, but its pincers are so small that it fails to break through the leather. It hitches a ride at the side of Roland's foot as he scoops a handful of crabs up with the sand into the bucket he was given for the task, in equal parts to protect themselves and to return the crabs to their home. Then he's back on his feet and chasing after Kaveh.]

Are you unharmed, friend? We're almost there!