Starburst Campfire [Saturday, Late Morning]

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]

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[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

Well, that was okay, because really it just gave Gameboy kid an excuse to throw the stones rapid-fire. Two of the five hit something well enough to sent him running laps around the empty fire pit crowing his victory.

"Oh, uh no, unfortunately no." Because that would've been a little simpler. "But I can read... and definitely talk for two. Or three, if you count the way no one really understands him."

Yeah, Chuck babbled around pretty girls. And girls in general. Also boys... Overtalking was sort of a Chuck specialty.

"... Not that that's a bad thing. I mean, you seem to do not talking really well." Yeah, minor backpedal just in case. "Which is more than you can say for me."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Yup. Totally adorable, but in that dorky kind of way, but Ariel liked that, too. After all, her best friend was the dorkiest fish under the sea...

And Chuck should feel glad that he still wasn't as dorky as his ten-year-old friend running himself to possible sickness over there...

"Thanks," she had then written, handing it over with a sweet smile. "I'm getting pretty used it it, but, believe me, if I still had my voice, I'd probably be holding up my talking end of things pretty well, too."

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

If Chuck knew what she was thinking, he'd probably be thrilled. Not the dorkiest person someone knew! It was an achievement.

"Well, you're working around things. Obviously." There was a handy pad of paper to prove it, that he indicated. "And, you know, quiet is good. There's mystery, which is cool. I... don't really do that."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Yes, congratulations, Chuck. You beat out a fish and a ten-year-old electronics device.

Ariel smiled a little, shrugging her shoulders, like it was no big deal, like it was something you just kind of got used to. But she did like that, that it added mystery, so she just let the shrug and the smile do all the talking for the moment.