Post by Grisha on Sept 12, 2020 8:37:00 GMT -8
Ever since Grisha and Barlei helped Mr. Flurry with the shark problem, for some reason, Grisha’s name started to spread. Mr. Flurry would come to the house often asking for favors. The favors weren’t always for him neither--thus was the case in this situation. He had told Grisha and Lena’s family that there was a martial arts school out with the flu, and an entire island suffering because of it. Lena sympathized with the suffering students, and of course, elected Grisha to help her even though the giant was looking forward to returning to the mountains to train. Mr. Flurry managed to convince the Saiyan that the island they would head to was a training ground for fighters. Unfortunately, no one had mentioned…the heat.
Grisha had been missing. How a giant man like Grisha could be hard to spot was beyond her. Lena walked the ship in a pink tank top, blue denim shorts, and flip flops. She had to downgrade from her usual winter gear as soon as the ship entered the warmer southern climate.
“Grisha!” she called. “Grisha, where are you?”
She had walked a full circle around the ferry searching for him. She hadn’t seen him on deck, in the water around the ship, or in his room. She then considered what he liked best. He liked to eat, and so she checked the galley. There were no signs of him being in the dining area. She went further into the back kitchen and didn’t find him there either.
Lena rested her hands upon her hips and sighed as she imagined him jumping ship and swimming back home. He wouldn’t have left her alone, so that was unlikely. But where could he be? She remembered that he was complaining that it was too hot right before he wandered off and disappeared. Too hot…she dropped her fist into her palm and thought aloud, “The freezer!”
Lena walked over to the big steel door and pried it open, hearing the hiss of pressure. An icy mist tumbled and rolled across the floor passed her ankles and she peered inside to see the big Saiyan seated cross-legged with his back to the door. Grisha glanced over his shoulder with his brows raised curiously at Lena.
“I have been looking everywhere for you,” Lena informed. “Why are you hiding in here?”
Grisha blushed and explained, “Too hot.”
“Grisha, we’re going to be on an island helping out, so you might as well get used to it.”
Grisha sighed and turned onto his side. He lazily held his head in hand as his tail swished back and forth across the floor. He picked up a white turnip and brought it to his mouth to munch on it. “Grisha wait,” he answered.
Lena gasped upon noticing the turnip he was eating. She raced over to him and gazed at the multiple empty boxes that once contained ingredients. “Grisha!” she yelled. “Those were ingredients for the soup!”
While munching on the turnip, Grisha absently glanced around at all the empty boxes before he stopped chewing. Soup…the soup for the sick students. Grisha blinked as he remembered the whole mission. “Oh…” Grisha replied.
“Grisha…” Lena growled, her hands balling into fists.
Grisha rolled submissively onto his back, baring his empty palms. “Grisha sorry!”
Lena saw his tail swishing upon the floor and angrily stomped on it. A shock traveled through his tail, to his tailbone, and then up his spine to his head. Like a reflex, Grisha’s tail whipped, flinging the blonde girl through the air.
“AH!” Grisha exclaimed as he quickly rolled to try and catch her. CRASH!
On Deck
Grisha was on his hands and knees, groveling with his forehead pressed against the wooden deck. “SORRY! GRISHA SORRY!” he whimpered.
Lena had a sling about her sprained right arm and was seated in a folding chair, twisting her sandal-covered foot into the back of the giant’s head. She was so angry with him. First, he ate all the ingredients for the soup, and now, she could barely help with her injury. “We don’t have any ingredients for the soup, and now my arm is sprained!” she scolded. “You’ll have to do everything by yourself, Grisha.”
Grisha complained, “Grisha no cook!”
Lena sighed in exasperation and rested her head back against the chair. “You have helped me cook many times. I’ll guide you. I also still have one arm, so I can help with some things.” She held up her hand, turning it before her eyes to make a point.
Mr. Flurry stood with his arms folded behind the small of his back. He offered, “I can help too, but those island chores are all you, Big Fella’. I’m not as young as I used to be and your friend is hurt, but don’t worry; it’ll make for some good training, especially in this heat. Whew!”
Grisha closed his eyes and moaned, “No remind…too hot…”
Lena clapped her foot against the back of his head. “You’ll be fine you big baby. Take water with you.”
Grisha turned his cheek flat against the deck and allowed his arms to lay limply across the floor. His face had left a slick print of sweat as hot, perspiration dripped and rolled from the moist blades of his hair. He closed his eyes and continued to fuss over the heat.
WC: 890
Tagging: Solo
Grisha had been missing. How a giant man like Grisha could be hard to spot was beyond her. Lena walked the ship in a pink tank top, blue denim shorts, and flip flops. She had to downgrade from her usual winter gear as soon as the ship entered the warmer southern climate.
“Grisha!” she called. “Grisha, where are you?”
She had walked a full circle around the ferry searching for him. She hadn’t seen him on deck, in the water around the ship, or in his room. She then considered what he liked best. He liked to eat, and so she checked the galley. There were no signs of him being in the dining area. She went further into the back kitchen and didn’t find him there either.
Lena rested her hands upon her hips and sighed as she imagined him jumping ship and swimming back home. He wouldn’t have left her alone, so that was unlikely. But where could he be? She remembered that he was complaining that it was too hot right before he wandered off and disappeared. Too hot…she dropped her fist into her palm and thought aloud, “The freezer!”
Lena walked over to the big steel door and pried it open, hearing the hiss of pressure. An icy mist tumbled and rolled across the floor passed her ankles and she peered inside to see the big Saiyan seated cross-legged with his back to the door. Grisha glanced over his shoulder with his brows raised curiously at Lena.
“I have been looking everywhere for you,” Lena informed. “Why are you hiding in here?”
Grisha blushed and explained, “Too hot.”
“Grisha, we’re going to be on an island helping out, so you might as well get used to it.”
Grisha sighed and turned onto his side. He lazily held his head in hand as his tail swished back and forth across the floor. He picked up a white turnip and brought it to his mouth to munch on it. “Grisha wait,” he answered.
Lena gasped upon noticing the turnip he was eating. She raced over to him and gazed at the multiple empty boxes that once contained ingredients. “Grisha!” she yelled. “Those were ingredients for the soup!”
While munching on the turnip, Grisha absently glanced around at all the empty boxes before he stopped chewing. Soup…the soup for the sick students. Grisha blinked as he remembered the whole mission. “Oh…” Grisha replied.
“Grisha…” Lena growled, her hands balling into fists.
Grisha rolled submissively onto his back, baring his empty palms. “Grisha sorry!”
Lena saw his tail swishing upon the floor and angrily stomped on it. A shock traveled through his tail, to his tailbone, and then up his spine to his head. Like a reflex, Grisha’s tail whipped, flinging the blonde girl through the air.
“AH!” Grisha exclaimed as he quickly rolled to try and catch her. CRASH!
On Deck
Grisha was on his hands and knees, groveling with his forehead pressed against the wooden deck. “SORRY! GRISHA SORRY!” he whimpered.
Lena had a sling about her sprained right arm and was seated in a folding chair, twisting her sandal-covered foot into the back of the giant’s head. She was so angry with him. First, he ate all the ingredients for the soup, and now, she could barely help with her injury. “We don’t have any ingredients for the soup, and now my arm is sprained!” she scolded. “You’ll have to do everything by yourself, Grisha.”
Grisha complained, “Grisha no cook!”
Lena sighed in exasperation and rested her head back against the chair. “You have helped me cook many times. I’ll guide you. I also still have one arm, so I can help with some things.” She held up her hand, turning it before her eyes to make a point.
Mr. Flurry stood with his arms folded behind the small of his back. He offered, “I can help too, but those island chores are all you, Big Fella’. I’m not as young as I used to be and your friend is hurt, but don’t worry; it’ll make for some good training, especially in this heat. Whew!”
Grisha closed his eyes and moaned, “No remind…too hot…”
Lena clapped her foot against the back of his head. “You’ll be fine you big baby. Take water with you.”
Grisha turned his cheek flat against the deck and allowed his arms to lay limply across the floor. His face had left a slick print of sweat as hot, perspiration dripped and rolled from the moist blades of his hair. He closed his eyes and continued to fuss over the heat.
WC: 890
Tagging: Solo