Totoka River tie your tubes, idiot

damn, she had a point -- by talking to her, arcturus was admitting his own self-worth was little. his gaze flashed, but he smoothly stifled the indignant huff that threatened to break his composure.

 the boy fixed her a look that could be deciphered as pitying -- you know, the kind of look you give someone who is so damn stupid they can't be helped (read: gumball steve trying to navigate the treacherous and difficult task of filing alphabetically), or the look you might give a homeless man as he blathers nonsense about the train in the desert springing from a suspended pool of water -- that kind of look, reserved for very special occasions, and quite evocative.

and then, slick as a blackened weasel, he shrugged his strong shoulders and turned his back to her, clambering up the bank as if she was never there.