I only got engaged to one of them. I consider that a win. [Oh hey, her memory's recovered enough to remember that bit. Yayyy?
The steps are just as slippery as the cave floor had been, and Bella grimaces a little as she starts to scale them, one hand braced against the wall.] You'll just have to fill that niche market. Invent little...tentacle prosthetics.
I'd say getting engaged to none of them is more of a win.
[He's just going to continue hating both of them forever, god, they're both the worst. He tries to brace on his side of the wall, but he's still relying on her a lot to get around- this sucks. He really doesn't want her faceplanting due to trying to keep them both upright. ]
Hah. When the business takes off, I'll remember to give you a share of the profits for intellectual input.
I'm really trying to remember if you told me if you'd got engaged to your girlfriend or not but I'm...thinking no?
[MAYBE.
They can all be thankful for gross walls this day- and at least some dull sunlight can be seen just ahead of them. Light at the end of the tunnel. He snorts.]
Squiddy Stumps. Yeah, let's...put that on the maybe pile. Pros-oct-tics? [He makes a ehhh noise.] Probably not. I was never very good at the naming part.
I...don't think so? Maybe? I feel like I'd remember that, right? [Or, y'know, not, because you didn't know you had a girlfriend ten minutes ago, Bella.
A couple more stairs and they're finally at the light, which is through a very gross, slimy crevice. Lovely.] Oct-sthetic? Squidlimbs? There's something there, somewhere. [Bella pauses to catch her breath, gesturing at the crevice.] Think we've gotta go one at a time.
I mean, yeah, probably. It's... a pretty big thing but memories are...weird right now. Just give it a couple hours to make absolutely sure.
[He puts a hand on the slimy wall and lets out a soft 'ugh'. This is so gross. He turns his head to where Bella gestures, nodding and offering a shaky smile.]
Yes, please. One at a time. I don't want to end up with us both falling over on this thing.
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The steps are just as slippery as the cave floor had been, and Bella grimaces a little as she starts to scale them, one hand braced against the wall.] You'll just have to fill that niche market. Invent little...tentacle prosthetics.
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[He's just going to continue hating both of them forever, god, they're both the worst. He tries to brace on his side of the wall, but he's still relying on her a lot to get around- this sucks. He really doesn't want her faceplanting due to trying to keep them both upright. ]
Hah. When the business takes off, I'll remember to give you a share of the profits for intellectual input.
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[The wall is super slimy, but it actually is more or less helping to keep them both upright and moving forward. Thanks, gross wall.]
You'd better. I wanna be in on the ground level of, uh...Squiddy Stumps. [A pause.] Might wanna rework that name, though.
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[MAYBE.
They can all be thankful for gross walls this day- and at least some dull sunlight can be seen just ahead of them. Light at the end of the tunnel. He snorts.]
Squiddy Stumps. Yeah, let's...put that on the maybe pile. Pros-oct-tics? [He makes a ehhh noise.] Probably not. I was never very good at the naming part.
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A couple more stairs and they're finally at the light, which is through a very gross, slimy crevice. Lovely.] Oct-sthetic? Squidlimbs? There's something there, somewhere. [Bella pauses to catch her breath, gesturing at the crevice.] Think we've gotta go one at a time.
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[He puts a hand on the slimy wall and lets out a soft 'ugh'. This is so gross. He turns his head to where Bella gestures, nodding and offering a shaky smile.]
Yes, please. One at a time. I don't want to end up with us both falling over on this thing.
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I believe in you entirely. [This is said as Varian approaches the wall...crack. Crevice? Either word is terrible.]
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[He laughs a little, leaning on the wall and trying not to fall into it to take the steps, trying to give her a little less weight to carry.]
Your faith in me is deeply appreciated.