Diego Morales is a leaky indie folk faucet. 💧 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} morale) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} gooseberry, |
Diego's first run went so painlessly, he was excited to go again. It's going well at first. He's feeling confident, moving quickly across the floating platforms, until he hits one wrong. He feels it slip under his feet, and he knows what's about to happen immediately.
A few moments later, and Diego is emerging from the stream, soaked head to toe. This is a chilly end to his brief career as a competent obstacle course runner, and he's feeling about as pathetic as he probably looks. Through his water-speckled glasses, he can see people on the shoreline watching him. He's ready to groan and brace himself for teasing until he sees... Ravi. Standing there, looking at him with an expression Diego was coming to recognize as quintessentially Ravi. He doesn't know why that surprises him, but it's enough to make him smile.
"Thought I'd, you know, take a dip."