A Small Problem

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5:45:37 pm. Bittytale_Copy38.

With the way Vanta scrambled up a tree and hissed, you'd think he was allergic to water or something. Even going so far as to use Starlight as a shield when Johnny and Kid took chase asking for "friendship hugs" their clothes still dripping.

It didn't take long for those who thought it looked fun to start wadding into the creek to join in.

Bruce seemed to have thought that if you hop in the water yourself you won't be a target. He was wrong. And now doubly soaked. His new strategy was to flop into the water near someone and cause a wave - if you can't beat them, join them.

"i'm too tired for this shit." Fang said, flopping to the ground in preemptive defeat. Somehow he actually managed to fall asleep in the chaos. More surprising was that he didn't immediately become a target ... though catching a couple wandering eye lights it was clear that wouldn't be for long.

Cloak was attempting to drag a shrieking Dagger into the drink, chuckling madly.

Pocky, after some hesitation, was teleporting short distances to enact mini sneak attacks and porting away before anyone could retaliate or realize who the culprit was. He often staged it so they would think it was someone else, whistling 'innocently' away from the water when a new fight broke out.

Comet, and Happy were both against Razberry and Napoleon, despite the pointy ones saying such childishness was beneath them, the rounder still managed to provoke them into participation. That is until Comet betrayed Happy by tripping him into fully submerging. "MAY THE SHORT REIGN SUPREME!" Immediately getting a face full of creek for his efforts as Happy pulled him down with him.

Rock had taken a different approach. Fully submerged, he was pulling the unsuspecting under by the ankles. Count couldn't help but hope that didn't hurt his open head wound.

Meanwhile Count himself just chose to dodge rather than attack. That was enough to be fun for him. Especially when dodging at just the right time brought others into the crossfire.

Punz seemed to be of a similar mind, but was a lot more impressive with his movements. Show off. And Napoleon finally got to see that backflip, his face being of comical disbelief and competitive jealousy. However, when a squirrel passed by distracting him and he said, "Samantha?" the opportunity wasn't missed.

7:24:28 pm.

Slowly but surely the sun did dip to the horizon and the air got chillier. Unspoken they all unanimously ended the water fight to dry off and get warm before the night truly set in.

It was the first time in a long time that he had nearly lost track of time to the fun. He didn't though. He wasn't sure if he'd ever crack the habit compelling him to double check time's linear passage.

Luckily Count had had the forethought to pack several spare pairs of bitty clothes for the group, so the wet clothes weren't particularly a problem. Happy, Comet, Raspberry and Kid set out making frames of twigs to give the wet clothes a place to dry overnight, even deciding to wash them first as best they could. Bruce hesitantly also offered his help in hanging the clothes, to which he was welcomed.

They were in the middle of debating if it was worth the risk of lighting fire that night - albeit a small one. They weren't exactly close to the trail, but it was still a park in a town. But as long as they kept the coals low they should be unnoticeable, the uprooted stump helping hide them.

But in the end they decided it was worth the risk for a warm night's sleep.

7:28:02 pm.

And so for the next 15 minutes there was a goal.