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God. Ugh. [ look at muk go. voracious and creepy. kind of like the risen. very cute and happy, though, so odin is going to focus on that and chase out any unbidden thoughts in his head about how goop zombies totally killed his parents.

he looks at archie, just laughing over there like a smug piece of shit, and. honestly. it fills odin's heart with warmth. he made that happen! he made archie happy. so he's gotta keep it going, he's gotta keep being fun. he looks around for something to do, smiles at muk when he sees him because ugh what a cute guy, and then notices the strawberry ice cream he has in his hands.

and then he

just

throws the whole container at archie, trying to just cover him with ice cream. ice cream fight you piece of shit. as it soars through the air, odin screams YGGDRA'S BITE OF THE ARCTIC WOLVES with all the intensity you would expect from a twenty three year old man trying to cover his buddy in a dessert just fo funsies. ]

[archie is laughing right up until the strawberry container clobbers him in the face, splattering the pale pink ice cream all over his hair, face and chest.

he looks down in shock, mouth agape. then starts laughing again, grabs a handful of the ice cream and flings it back at odin.]

I USE ICICLE SHARD!

[stupid nerd.]

Ahahhaha! Stop!

[ Odin laughs and laughs and laughs, grabbing another bucket of icecream and slinging scoop after scoop at Archie, and as he runs away, trying to dodge the icecream soaring right at his face, he trips and just

falls right into muk ]

[fortunately for odin, muk is not in Battle Mode so he doesn't get fully poisoned... maybe only a bit.

archie pads over and holds a hand out.]

You just got poisoned. Cool.

[ a beat. ]

Wh-- wait. Wait--

[ oh, cool, the panic's starting. he claws at archie's hand for help. ]

Wait!! Wait!! I don't wanna die!! Am I gonna die?! H-- how do I-- I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT. MY THROAT IS CLOSING. EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK!!! BY THE TWELVE BINDING BLADES, I'M LOSING MY LIFE!!!

Get in the pool and wash it off. That's all you gotta do. You're not gonna die.

[ NO HE'S GONNA DIE. CAN'T YOU SEE IT? LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM. he screeches and screeches and staggers backwards and bellyflops into the pool.

then he just floats there.

fuckin DEAD ]

[archie rolls his eyes and returns muk... but sends out sharpedo to swim under odin.

hello, sudden shark.]

[ odin stays there, floating along with his eyes shut, pretending to be dead for a little while longer, but - then he grazes against something rough, sees sharpedo, and splashes like an injured seal (seel?) despite that totally being something he should know not to do. ]

Is-- bglsgstmnh. [ he coughs out the water he just inhaled. ]

Is he yours?! Is this-- Ahh!! [ he reaches out to sharpedo. ] I LOVE HIM. WHAT THE HELL, ARCHIE? WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY COOL FRIENDS?!

Hey, idiot, guess what. They're your friends as well.

[because sharpedo just like. swims into odin to flap at him with his flippers.]

I-I don't know. They don't even know me. They might not like me. I fell in one of them. I squashed your slime friend.

[ but odin tentatively. reaches a hand out. to pat sharpedo? can he do this thing ]

He's fine. Takes more than your skinny ass to hurt him.

[uhhhh yes?? sharpedo grunts and presses itself into odin. deliver the pats bitch]

... Listen, I don't like a lot of things about my body, but if you're gonna talk smack about my ass, I'm gonna sue for defamation.

[ but the pats are delivered bitch! he runs his hands over sharpedo tentatively, at first, but it doesn't take long before he's just squeezing the heck outta him and trying to find some ears to scratch behind. ]

I wish I came from your world. It's so much nicer than mine.

Obviously I'll win because the case will be dismissed when the judge realises your body is actually really perfect and hot.

[he's not even gonna no homo it. odin is pretty hot, okay.]

Well... we don't know how the Porter thing is gonna end up. Maybe you'll get a chance to visit.

Wh-- th-- that-- hey. That's-- jeez. What-- what are you-- wh. Wh-- why are-- what. Haha. To even-- to even say that, what are... what's-- how did you even-- how did that thought even-- what kind of thought-- how-- thought-- what-- thought-- what even-- what thought-- HOW DID-- HOW DID THAT THOUGHT EVEN FORM IN YOUR HEAD.

[ odin throws his hands up in the air. just keep talkin' shit about his body, that's less embarrassing, rauugh. he angrily smooches sharpedo on the nose. ]

... Oh. Oh? Oh. Yeah. That'd be fun. Are there any pokemon you think I would like? I mean, besides all of them.

BECAUSE I HAVE EYEBALLS, ODIN!

[archie throws his up too and pouts, though seems happy watching odin and sharpedo make Friends.]

Hmm... have you seen Blue's Arcanine yet? I think you'd like him. He's a giant dog that shoots fire.

Okay, well, yeah, I'm obviously really hot, but you don't say it! You just think it! You think about it and then you write about it in your diary when you get home, like I do! That's the gentlemanly thing to do.

[ WHATEVER. sharpedo gets it. he smooches sharpedo again, but then he stops, because he will probably get his lips cut the fuck up on this rough skin shark boy if he doesn't. ]

... No. What the fuck! I hung out with him and Red and I didn't even get to meet a dog that shoots fire! [ GOD. ] Ugh, I wanna shoot fire. I mean, I do, but not out my mouth, which is what I'm presuming is how this dog shoots fire, seeing as he doesn't have hands. ... Does he have hands?

I don't have a diary...

[no that's a lie he has a work diary but whatever]

What!! That's awful. Arcanine is around all the time. You should tell Blue he's an idiot.

[ okay, well, whatever, arcanine garbage aside, we're talking about this now. odin crawls over sharpedo and drags himself out of the water, absolutely 100% going full slow motion baywatch because he's kind of into archie thinking he's hot. this guy. this ego. ]

Okay.

Let's go buy you a diary, and then let's sit down somewhere and fill out your first entry together.

[archie mentally rolls his eyes. whatever, he'll tell odin his heart belongs to someone else some other time.]

I-- no, it's fine. I'll end up burning it or something.

[ it's fine. odin'll get distracted the second someone else shows him some kind of attention. probably his mirror. ]

Okay. Well. I don't care. Burning your diary sounds like an amazing ritual with deep ties to the most occult-y occult. We'll get you a diary made of sage or something to really nail that point in.

I'll throw it in the bin. The most boring way of disposing of something.

...

I'll throw you in the bin.

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