Swimming in the Heat~! [Attou/Mori]

[ADORA VALENTINE]

makin' my connection as i enter the room
EVERYBODY'S CHILLIN' AS I SET UP THE GROOVE

The sun was blistering hot, pounding down against the sand and all who dared to venture out into this horrible heat. Though, no sane person would want to come out into this weather (there was such a thing as too nice). But… Adora had never been considered sane.

It seemed even the heat could ward off people from coming to relax in the cool salt water that was sure to greet the little girl that was standing just a few feet away from the waves that were crashing against the shore. She was standing close enough to get a little spray of salt water that was carried with the gentle breeze that followed close behind the waves. However, even this wasn’t enough to cool her.

If she could have, she would have jumped right into the oncoming waves. Though, she knew she shouldn’t. She knew she couldn’t. The poor girl didn’t know how to swim. So there she was, all decked out in a pink swimsuit sporting pretty white flowers that wound around her torso. Around her waist was a pink floaty that had some creature’s head attached to it with a neck. The head of the beast that was graced to protect her life looked like a cross between a retarded horse and some sort of dinosaur or something. Whatever it was, it was sure to conjure weird nightmares into little kids – starring its disfigured face. But Adora loved it nonetheless. She was also wearing a woven sun hat to protect her face – which had streaks of white sunscreen on her cheeks and nose – from the blazing sun. However, that wasn’t all. As if the deformed circle floaty around her waist wasn’t enough to prevent the girl from drowning, she also had the classic floaties that wrapped around her arms, causing them to stick out at her sides slightly.

With a huff, Adora’s head swiveled about on her neck as she scanned the empty beach. For once, the pink-haired girl wasn’t smiling; instead, her lips were set in a soft pout. She looked so lonely just standing on the beach like that: her arms jutting out slightly from the floaties she still had to wear. She was left all alone in the company of Sir Scaryface (her wrap-around floaty). Adora wasn’t too found of being left alone…

Again, her large eyes searched the area. But, whatever or whoever, she was looking for didn’t appear. All she saw was the pink and white stripped towel she had spread out in the sand a few feet farther up shore for when she was ready to stop swimming.

Awkwardly, she crossed her arms over her chest, her pout becoming all the more present. This week was just not her week. First, she nearly fails a math test then someone stole all of her sugary sweets. She was even forced to sit alone at lunch one day. However, now that the weekend was gracing the students of the academy, she expected her luck to take a turn for the greater. But that didn’t seem very evident at the moment with her being left alone on the beach. Just waiting to jump into the water.

What was she waiting for? Well, little Adora couldn’t swim. At least, not very well. She needed someone to watch her while she splashed around in the waves. So she was waiting for two of her bestest friends ever. Attou, a.k.a. Mr. Santa, and Mori, a.k.a. Mr. Frost. Yes, they were rather old… But she loved them like she loved everyone else – and in the most innocent way possible. In fact, she often looked up to them like she would her own parents.

She had told them to meet her on the stretch of beach that was closest to The Purple Dot. The Purple Dot was Adora’s favorite family diner; they had the most amazing milk shakes in the whole entire world – two flavors in one glass. That was just pure epic~! That was the main reason Adora had told them to meet at this stretch of beach. That way, when Adora was finished having her fun in the sun, they could go and get milkshakes and eat after burning off some of her energy.

But that couldn’t happen if they weren’t here, now, could it?

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pumpin' up the volume with a brand new beat
EVERYBODY'S DANCIN' AND THEY'RE DANCIN' FOR ME

Tags: Mr. Santa and Mr. Frost
Lyrics: Get the Party Started by P!nk
Notes: I did it~!

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[ATTOU HURSTE]

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Some want to kiss some want to kick you
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Heat, sand, and a seemingly endless horizon of water. If it had been anyone else walking along the shoreline at that very moment, the scene would have been virtually perfect. But he was himself, and no one else. In all honesty, there was a multitude of places Attou was sure he would have rather been. The moody teacher had a fondness for places like his comfortable dissections lab. Cool, and as bright or dim as he desired, with as many scalpels and other sharp objects as he might have wanted. So why would such a person be out in a place like this, when he so obviously would have rather not been? He was forced, of course. Sort of.

Forced out of his comfort zone by one of his students. Though he would never admit to such a thing out loud. Still, it’s not like he had a choice in the matter. Refusing the minuscule student, who had somehow become something of his surrogate ‘daughter’, was completely out of the question. Ugh, he knew exactly what would happen if he tried to do that. Hour after hour of insistent squeaks and giggles, until he finally caved, and just agreed to go, anyways. Which meant that, regardless of what his answer would have been, he still would have ended up here.

And so, here he was. Walking along the edge of the water, kicking at the sand as he walked, and pouting like a dissapointed child. His sunglasses were sliding down his face, but he didn't care, and didn't bother to push them back up. Glancing up from the sand he'd been staring at so intently, lazy mismatched eyes scanned the beach for his target. Or rather, the silly little hummingbird who had so skillfully conned him into going to the beach.

And then he spotted her. Of course she would be covered in all different shades of pink. Not that he'd expecting anything different from her, but it was still... 'odd'. To him, at least. The way she was staring at the water did make him just the tiniest bit nervous. His pretty little undine was nowhere to be seen, and he wasn't exactly in close proximity to her, at the moment. It was with a heavy sigh that he decided that he admitted to himself that he would never understand the interest that water held for children who didn't know how to swim.

" If you go in and drown, you realize that I'll probably be the one to get blamed for it, right? " Blamed, or drowned in repayment by a wrathful 'mother'. Either way, it wouldn't be good for him, he was sure of that. With that exclamation, and a very lazy wave of one hand, he tried drawing her attention to himself, and away from the awaiting water. It was, most likely, an effort made in vain. If she wanted to swim, she would get out there, with his consent or not. But, upon occasion, those little bits of single minded determination made him smile. He liked people like that, anyways.

He ignored the sand in his shoes, and the irritating, knee-height waves that somehow seemed intent on soaking the bottom half his pant legs. Attou was too focused on something else to care. Actually standing on tip-toes for a brief moment, narrowed eyes searched the area as he glanced around like a nervous meerkat.

Slowly closing the distance as he wandered towards Adora, he somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the disappointingly empty area. " Is he running late, again? " Their missing comrade never was one for being punctual, though. Had he expected any different? No, not really. But, if he wasn't going to break the habit, then he would have to suffer the potential consequences. Even if the first thing Attou could think of was something woefully juvenile. All that meant was that it matched the familiar grin that spread across his face.

" I'll get you two bags of suckers later, if you can manage to get him soaked, once he gets here. " It could end up being a bit more difficult than it sounded. And it might even put the potential victim in a slightly sour mood. But that was why he wasn't going to do it, of course. No need to throw himself under the bus, anyways.

words: 700+
notes: Rambley, and late. Forgive me~
muse: Aya Hirano - Neophilia
tags: Adora & Mori

[MORIARTY FAUSTUS]

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ask the darkness to dance with you; your aimless life -
being thrown around by the light of heaven

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Moriarty was not a very punctual man. Charismatic, classy, and intelligent... but not one to arrive on time, even when it was requested of him in repetition. It wasn't because he was rude or careless, but because his mind had the tendency to wander. And, with it, so did his legs. He was prone to taking long walks where he would murmur things to himself, amused with one notion or another like any eccentric intellectual. Today had been one of those days. Though the heat was not much to the man's favor, he'd been too restless to remain cooped up at home. So, with a blue parasol in tow, he'd wandered out for a little while. The sun was not kind to someone so pale, so this simple precaution had been made. He'd be out and about for some time, after all. Moriarty was aware that he was meant to meet two people that day -- two amusing aspects of his routine. But, interesting through their company was, it seemed that his roaming had gotten the better of him and he'd been reduced to meandering down various roads and avenues as his head pondered a vast collection of things that had been plucking at his attention span all morning. He had stopped at a cafe for some water -- just enough to fill his flask -- when he'd noticed the time. Oh dear. He hoped Adora wouldn't be too vexed with him. Or Attou, for that matter. Neither of them were quite as patient as he was, he'd learned.

In languid strides, he made his way toward the beach. He loosened his grip on the parasol and twirled it a bit in his hands to incite a slight breeze that teased stray strands of his silver hair. Most of it was still tied in a rather elegant, long braid that swayed a bit with his movements, though he never seemed to notice. His dark eyes wandered the area as he approached the rather empty stretch of shoreline. He supposed it was too hot, even for laid-back beach-goers. The heat radiating from the sand didn't seem very appealing, really. But tall, poised Moriarty didn't seem too discouraged. He did pause before stepping across onto the sand, though. He was watching the lone duo standing on the edge of the waves. A small smile curved his lips as he observed the pair, again twirling his parasol as he considered the situation at hand. Adora and Atty were quite the oddities... and, together, it was a cute little arrangement. The rosette-haired student had succeeded in persuading them both into this silly venture and, in a way, Mori admired her for it. It was good of her to encourage the spider (and himself, actually) out into the open like this. The sea air was always so nice and refreshing; not to mention, good for one's skin as long as it wasn't sunburned.

He patted his flask absentmindedly before he finally made to approach them. Still, his pace was languid and unhurried and he continued to wear a small smile. It was almost laughable, seeing Attou standing so near the water, saying something to the girl that Mori couldn't quite decipher through the lulling roll of the waves. Being around so much water was very comforting for the Undine, who sighed contentedly as the warm air spread through his lungs. It was a pleasant tingle of salt and sea-spray and he certainly seemed all the more relaxed in this setting despite the troublesome heat. The enigmatic teacher was still advancing from behind as he chuckled softly to himself. He couldn't hear what was being said between the two, but there was already a slight, playful gleam lit in one of his eyes. Attou so close to the water... this wasn't an opportunity to be overlooked. As he finally wandered into earshot, he greeted them and lifted his free hand. "Nice day for a swim, isn't it?" And then he waved to them. But this wasn't merely some casual hand gesture. With this friendly flick of the wrist came a movement of the water as well. Yes, he was actually manipulating the waves to extend towards Adora and Atty in a playful little splash. A master of water could not resist such a vast medium to work with... even for something as trivial as teasing. His smile didn't waver and he stepped closer, twirling his parasol once more as he addressed them in that calm, content tone of voice. The water felt so nice as it grazed the hem of his pants. "My apologies for being late. I was contemplating the clouds.

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tag; adora & atty.
notes; first mori post, wut. he is so lame.
listening to; cannibal coast by aural vampire, lol
muse; whoo~

[ADORA VALENTINE]

makin' my connection as i enter the room
EVERYBODY'S CHILLIN' AS I SET UP THE GROOVE

Her attention had started to wander away from the fact that her guardians for the day still hadn’t arrived. In her own fidgety, restless manor, her small hands wrapped around the snout thing that was attached to Sir Scaryface’s head and she started to squeeze it. Occasionally, she’d squeeze it hard enough and the eyes would bug out like one of those stress toys that squeaked. This would always make her giggle excitedly. Though, it always ended quickly because each time, her head would jerk up to show so she could show the nearest person. Each time she was smacked with the reality that she was alone. Adora really disliked being alone. So much so that it had evolved in to an irrational fear. It was a fear that tore the joyous smile from her lips, stole the glistening life from her eyes, and twisted her stomach in to a painful knot. With a small whimper, she began to wiggle uncomfortably, her hands squeezing at Sit Scaryface even more.

That was until her attention, once again, started to wander off. This time for the better. A dot was moving along the beach. The pain in her stomach started to subside and, slowly, a smile twitched its way back to her lips. The life sparked back in her eyes the moment she recognized that dot to be none other than Mr. Santa. Suddenly, an intense surge of energy rushed through her like it so often did and she was off.

Her little feet kicked up the sand as she ran toward him and her short arms sliced through the heated air in a flailing wave. All the way a shrill, high-pitched squeal parted her lips and sounded as if anything that was made of glass would shatter in to hundreds of pieces. With pure happiness, a giggle bubbled up from deep within her signaling what was to come next. As soon as she was close enough, her stumpy body crouched before she forced herself into the air, launching at Mr. Santa like a pink mini cannon ball. Miniscule hands and pudgy fingers turned into hooks as she latched herself on to his clothing so she could climb up and perch on his shoulders. However, something was in the way: Sir Scaryface. His awkwardly shaped head caused Adora to hang off of Mr. Santa in a, well, awkward way.

With a frustrated whine, Adora let go of his shirt and dropped to the ground right in front of him. Her smile had melted into a displeased frown and her eyebrows pinched together as she glared down at the circular floaty that hugged her waist. “Sir Scaryface! You’re in the way!!” And, with that, her small hands pushed the pink thing down with ease. The poor thing was ditched on the sand as Adora launched herself onto Mr. Santa again.

Like the skilled monkey she could easily be compared to, Adora climbed her way up to Mr. Santa’s shoulders, her legs dangling over his chest. However, the small frown that twisted her face in to an ugly mask of displeasure was still intact. With a huff, her arms wrapped around the top of his head and she pulled it back by his forehead. Tilting her head and arching her body, she was now able to look down into the multi-colored eyes of the man she had just used as a personal tree. “You’re late, Mr. Santa! I’ve been waiting forever~!!”

Something he said had caught her attention, throwing the frown that didn’t fit on her features away. Once again, her bright smile grew and she giggled as if he had just said the silliest thing in the world. Which, to her, was exactly what he did. “Silly, Mr. Santa! I won’t drown! Mr. Frost will take care of me~! He’s an undine, right? Her eyes rolled as she let his forehead go and she said it all as if it was the most obvious thing out there.

Raising her head, large eyes swept the area. Now that she was sitting atop of Mr. Santa, she had a much better vantage point. Being short was fun and she absolutely loved it but it also had disadvantages. Like eyesight. It seemed that those taller had a better view of their surroundings. Not so much Adora. However, her size did make her quite the excellent hide-and-seeker.

Blinking, her smile slowly faded. She could feel the high she normally got from the ecstatic attitude she was always in starting to dull. Mr. Frost was still a no show. With a defeated sigh, Adora carefully twisted her body. Her arms wrapped around Mr. Santa’s neck, gripping his shirt once again, as she slipped her legs from off his shoulders. Now she was just dangling on his back. Her large pink head tilted back and her eyes lowered as she noticed that her feet were hovering quite a bit of a ways above the ground. This caused her smile brighten a little. “One~. Two~. Three~!!”

Her hands detangled themselves from his clothing and she dropped like a sack of potatoes. With a soft and muffled thud, her feet planted on the sandy shore. There was a silent pause before her childish voice pierced the air. “And she sticks the landing!” Triumphantly, the little girl threw her arms into the air as another one of her famous giggles left her.

She skipped around so she was in front of Mr. Santa once more. Bending down, she picked Sir Scaryface up by his head. Her large eyes soon darted up to Mr. Santa as he spoke a magically word. And what was that word? Well, it was ‘suckers’ of course! It was a well-known fact that the pink-haired ball of energy was absolutely addicted to any and all sugary treats. It was also a well-known fact that she’d do anything for a little treat. “Two bags? Wow! Okay~! I’ll do it~!”

The happy smile twisted into a devious smirk. Now Adora was on a mission and she was determined to fulfill it to the best of her abilities. Though, she was momentarily distracted as something wet smacked against her. Water… Which could only mean…

Once again, her head abnormally large head swiveled around on her neck as she scanned the area. That’s when she noticed the advancing white-haired teacher otherwise known as Mr. Frost who was obviously the culprit to the splashing water. Thrusting a hand up into the air she waved at him, the happy smile returning to her lips as she attempted to hide her evil intentions. With an enthusiastic giggle, she exclaimed, “Hiya, Mr. Frost~!! Where have you been? You’re late, you know~! I can’t swim until you get here but now that you’re here…” Her thought trailed off and she wasted absolutely no time. Turning sharply on her heels, she threw Sir Scaryface at Mr. Santa and the other before taking off like a bullet in to the water. Nothing could stop her! Nothing!!

Except for, maybe, the wave that came crashing down on her itty body, dragging her under it’s surface and causing her to bend ultimately to its will. Her large, pink head popped out above the water a few feet away from shore with a sputtering cough. Madly, her floaty wrapped arms flailed about as she kicked at and hit at the water in her amateur attempt to swim back to shore. The second her feet made contact with the sand at the bottom of the ocean, she started to run. Though, it was futile. Just as her hips were starting to poke out of the water, the sea reared back like an angry beast before cascading down against her back and dragging her under again.

It would have been quite the humorous sight, watching the pink-haired girl face plant the ground, if the ball of energy knew how to swim. The only thing that really kept her from drowning were the small floaties that clung desperately to her arms. The second that wave released its cruel hands from Adora, she shoved herself up and ran to Mr. Frost now soaked to the bone and her entire front was coated in sand.

A helpless cry escaped her as another hand tried to grab her and drag her back into the ocean. But she was too quick; with a grunt, she jumped and launched herself at the white-haired teacher. Her hands and fingers latched onto his clothing and her legs wrapped around his waist as she desperately clung to him – getting him wet and dirty with sand in the process.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at the merciless waves. She was silent for a complete three seconds before she started to… to burst into manic laughter. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, her joy and happiness floating up with each giggle and laugh. She looked as if she had gone mad. Finally, she had calmed down the laughter enough to blurt an ecstatic: “That was fun! Let’s do it again!!”

Her legs unwrapped from around his waist and, slowly, she slid down his body until her feet safely touched the ground. However, just as she was about to go skipping merrily to what should be known as her death, something caught her attention. Her great eyes blinked as she slowly turned to face the two teachers. For a long, silent moment she stared at them, her features void of any expression or emotion. The pink head tilted to the side just a fraction as she bluntly stated, “You two aren’t dressed to swim.”

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pumpin' up the volume with a brand new beat
EVERYBODY'S DANCIN' AND THEY'RE DANCIN' FOR ME

Tags: Mr. Santa and Mr. Frost
Lyrics: Get the Party Started by P!nk
Notes: May the mayhem fun begin~!

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