dramatispersonae | THE ARENA

THE ARENA

You find the ring turned into something of a mini raceway! There are gingerbread bleachers for everyone to sit in, and the beautiful cookie carts are in place to RACE. You're also sitting next to gumdrops and marshmallow peeps. No, they are not alive.

(ooc: Please use your locked rooms to make your pit stop decisions! Also, if you'd like, you can have a single racer sit on...your cookie. If for some reason, you want?! Personae are free to join and watch too if for some reason they would like...)

ALSO THESE ARE THE CARTS

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Really? You're just a concerned friend? That's really nice huh--you don't think his own boyfriend wouldn't know not to push him when he's like this? You must really not think very much of his taste--or are you just basing your assumptions on what you'd do?

You can make all the explanations you like, but I know what it is I'm seeing. Trying to insult me doesn't make what you're doing okay, you know?

[You know he just starts. Laughing. And it's really unhinged. And he's fast for being a little noodle, grabbing Naoto by the collar and shoving him down, scooping a handful of gumdrop and shoving it in his face like he means to suffocate him with it.]

[— um???

He's not expecting that (who ever does) and they were already close enough that dodging was pretty much a nonfactor, so down he goes!

Candy is not the most alarming weapon, but what the fuck]

[-- and then suddenly, someone (or two someone's) are scruffing the back of Shark's shirt and yanking him off of Naoto none too gently]

[Yanked off by two Corals guys he was shoving candy in Naoto's mouth and nose it would have killed him effectively what are you doing.]

[yeeees hauling him far away from Turq with Mouse's help]

Shark, what're you doing?

[Still laughing too hard to answer, kind of limp in your and Mouses arms I guess.]

[There are tears running down his face but his expression is pure mirth?]

[making sure to pull him to a more secluded area, and will just. let him laugh the crazy out]

[this is not guilt in his expression it is not guilt at all]

[He laughs and laughs and it's really disturbing until he stops abruptly and slumps against whatever is holding him up. Or whoever. And he's breathing hard from laughing so much.]

[And shaking.]

[. . .]

[pulling him close into a partial hug, letting him slump against him for support]

Idiot. . . [though who knows which one of them he is calling stupid?]

[Just leaning and giggling sometimes.]

[8(((( guuuuilt]

[while Corals are hauling Shark off, Typhoon is helping Naoto up and making sure he can breathe by hunching him over, one arm wrapped around him protectively]