She tries to get him up as high as she can, as far from the water as she can. Moving is so hard up here, how do they do it? Well - feet. Feet is how.
This boy has feet.
Ariel inspects them, poking her fingers between his toes. They're cute! Like funny hands. (She looks up at his face. Is he awake yet? No.)
"C'mon," she murmurs, trying to stir the magic of her voice, even though she knows it doesn't really do that kind of thing. "I didn't drag you all this way to have you die on me." She kisses his forehead. "Wake up, pretty boy."
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Date: 2013-06-20 01:28 am (UTC)This boy has feet.
Ariel inspects them, poking her fingers between his toes. They're cute! Like funny hands. (She looks up at his face. Is he awake yet? No.)
"C'mon," she murmurs, trying to stir the magic of her voice, even though she knows it doesn't really do that kind of thing. "I didn't drag you all this way to have you die on me." She kisses his forehead. "Wake up, pretty boy."