Frog [Chuuta doesn't know a lot about frogs, and he really didn't want to know a lot about frogs, and this whole "catch some frogs all night long" thing isn't anywhere on his list of things he wants to do.
The 14-year-old is yawning a lot as he kind of sticks to the very edges of the pond, occasionally making half-hearted grabs at any frogs that are too distracted by singing to run away.
After about half an hour of this, he just... gives up and finds a spot behind a tree to curl up and go to sleep. Look, he needs some rest, okay.
That is, unless his partner for this "fun nighttime activity" is super determined to catch frogs. If that's the case, then Chuuta will be super determined too, though he kind of makes unhappy faces if he steps too far into the water, and sputters and flails a lot if he trips and falls.]
apparently I need more prompts than just frogs
murder [It's not like Chuuta's never seen a dead body before.
It's just...]
I guess it's different when it's a human. [He says, talking to the air as usual (talking to the voice in his head) as he stares at the corpse, one hand pressed against his mouth like he's trying not to be sick.
He's seen aliens killed before, been splattered in gore in colors very different from human blood, even seen a body that looked like a human, but this is the first time he's seen a real human really dead.
He crouches down anyway, leans in close to the body of the other camper and rolls it over to investigate the back and the ground underneath, and grabs something from where the corpse's shoulders had been resting.]
trial I don't think we should do this. [Chuuta says, sounding uncertain but determined as he looks around the fire.]
We can't just decide who the killer is, we're not trained for this. A-and even if we think we've found the right person, we can't... throw them in there. That's not right.
Chuuta Kokonose | ēlDLIVE
[Chuuta doesn't know a lot about frogs, and he really didn't want to know a lot about frogs, and this whole "catch some frogs all night long" thing isn't anywhere on his list of things he wants to do.
The 14-year-old is yawning a lot as he kind of sticks to the very edges of the pond, occasionally making half-hearted grabs at any frogs that are too distracted by singing to run away.
After about half an hour of this, he just... gives up and finds a spot behind a tree to curl up and go to sleep. Look, he needs some rest, okay.
That is, unless his partner for this "fun nighttime activity" is super determined to catch frogs. If that's the case, then Chuuta will be super determined too, though he kind of makes unhappy faces if he steps too far into the water, and sputters and flails a lot if he trips and falls.]
apparently I need more prompts than just frogs
murder
[It's not like Chuuta's never seen a dead body before.
It's just...]
I guess it's different when it's a human. [He says, talking to the air as usual (talking to the voice in his head) as he stares at the corpse, one hand pressed against his mouth like he's trying not to be sick.
He's seen aliens killed before, been splattered in gore in colors very different from human blood, even seen a body that looked like a human, but this is the first time he's seen a real human really dead.
He crouches down anyway, leans in close to the body of the other camper and rolls it over to investigate the back and the ground underneath, and grabs something from where the corpse's shoulders had been resting.]
trial
I don't think we should do this. [Chuuta says, sounding uncertain but determined as he looks around the fire.]
We can't just decide who the killer is, we're not trained for this. A-and even if we think we've found the right person, we can't... throw them in there. That's not right.