Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

last post here for me B)

Aesop was beginning to see the problem here. They were the perfect stubborn trifecta. Atreyu did not want to admit he was wrong, and neither did Charon. And Aesop, in his steadfast attempts to play peace keeper, was being pretty obstinate himself. There was only one solution in his mind, they'd make up and be happy and things would go great from there. Everyone would learn something and wander away a better person, if only Aesop stood firm and made them all do what he said. If only they would only do what he said, which was proving to be the wrench in his plan. Apparently not everyone is content to just do what he told them to, no matter how much easier that would make everything.

Or the youngest of the trio would have an unfortunate, bladder related incident. Aesop cringed at the first, unmistakable drip of urine onto the sand. He watched in abject horror as the scene unfolded before him, pity in his stare as Charon ran off.

"Oh, shit," he muttered. With a nod to Atreyu and a promise to talk with him later, he set off after the boy, determined to make this right for fuck's sake.