February 16th Flooding - Voice

[suspecteverything]

[The sound of rushing water and heavy breathing can be heard in the background before Jules speaks.]  

What the minsid hell?!  Where did all the god damned water come from?!

[There's a brief pause before he comes to a very quick realization.]

Who pissed what off? 

[Because he knows someone must have pissed off something.  Normally he doesn't have to ask who did it since usually he's the one doing it.  Pissing people off is a talent.  But here it's different.  Here he avoids all the minsid god beings like the plague.  He is absolutely confident that this ISN'T HIS FAULT!]

I swear to all the gods that for once it wasn't fucking me!  

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[shatteredlenses]

Ignis snorts softly and then gestures away from the house, "There is a perfectly good beach right down there. Point your direction that way, if you don't mind."

[suspecteverything]

"Where's the fun in that?"

Jules was teasing but... No really, where was the fun in that?

[shatteredlenses]

Ignis sighs, but there is a smile on his face as soon as the sigh is done, "The fun is that you don't have to fix everything you broke before you get your cake."

[suspecteverything]

"Well, there's that, I guess. And I don't usually let things get between me and cake."

Even so, he's not about to abandon Ignis for a wrestling match. He trusts him enough to cook for him, but leaving while that happens? Not so much. And besides, he likes to cook just as much as he likes to throw down. It's just not a skill he gets to use as often.

[shatteredlenses]

Ignis chuckles and then holds out a clay jar in Jules's direction, "All right. Pull some of the fruit out of there, about a cup to start with. Lets get this started."

[suspecteverything]

"Roger that."

Of course Jules can't help sniffing it to figure out what it is he's actually using. Old habits die hard.