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Chris Argent (argentum) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-23 00:18:00

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chris argent (argentum), ~isaac lahey (theprettybeta)

WHO: Chris Argent and Isaac Lahey
WHAT: Isaac's finding Chris. AWKWARD MUCH?
WHEN: Friday night-ish
WHERE: The beach
WARNINGS: None but we'll come back!
STATUS: Closed, incomplete

Well, wasn't this just a crap-all situation? Soaking wet was not the way he wanted to be. But he'd been worse, really. Impaled by rebar and dying came to mind. So hey, why was he bitching? He'd take it and get back to camp. Thank God he had directions, too, because otherwise? Yeah.

Even so, it took him a minute or two to orient himself because quite honestly? This place was distracting as all hell. It was kind of gorgeous when it wasn't raining to the high heavens. He had plenty of time to marvel at things later, though. He was going to sog his way to the main camp, right now, thank you very much.

Except oh hey he wasn't alone on the beach. There was someone else a little ways down, and coming his direction. He turned slightly towards them and cocked his head, trying to see who it was. Not that he'd know who it was, most likely, but seeing who was coming was a damn good thing. Especially since he wasn't armed whatsoever. The only thing he'd have would be seeing who was coming if this was anything worth worrying about.

If he happened to shift his weight back slightly into a defensive stance, well... old habits died hard.

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argentum
2016-04-24 02:51 am UTC (link)

Chris stifled the urge to laugh softly at Isaac's discomfort -- it wasn't funny, not really, but it was that absurd sort of funny. He could see how uncomfortable it must be for him to know that Chris was here for the same purpose he was. So Chris would do him the service of just letting that whole part of things roll on by.

He started to answer about Kate, but then Isaac kept talking. And then kept talking, telling him what he'd been doing after Chris had left. And damn it all, there was only one thing he could say. Simple though it was, there was only one thing he could say.

"I'm proud of you, Isaac."

The accompanying smile, though slight, spoke to how genuinely the words were said. Chris Argent didn't hand out praise lightly. He didn't hesitate when it was deserved, but he always made sure it was deserved. And he couldn't think of anyone who deserved it more.

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theprettybeta
2016-04-25 02:36 am UTC (link)

The comment came unexpected, because Chris didn't say things like that. Not lightly, at least. Pride from Chris Argent was like an award to Isaac, the man had been through so much and still managed to hold his head high. He was a fighter. He was wise, and Isaac had always looked up to him, even if he had trouble saying so aloud. So, when Chris told him that he was proud, Isaac stood a little taller and smiled a little wider despite his efforts to restrain his own reaction.

"I just did what I was supposed to do," he reasoned, still unable to keep his smile at bay. He couldn't stop staring, having been convinced that Chris was gone for good, and after a few seconds he clapped the man on the back before nodding in the direction he had been heading. "Come on. Let me take you back to the main camp. We'll work on building you a shelter tomorrow."

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