( yeah, wally's not really buying the "wizard's" shtick, either, but he does put on the antlers because, sure, why not. it's not like he's never been called rudolph in his life (has, in fact, been called rudolph so many times it's almost grown on him), so no point trying to avoid it now. of course, he's still dressed in his bard attire from the festival, only now it's starting to feel a lot more clammy the farther he walks. is the forest climate-controlled or something? (note to self: investigate more thoroughly later.) and how long has he actually been walking? it's easy to lose track of time in a place like this, especially one that feels designed to look like something out of alice in wonderland.
he's just about to pick up one of the strange red mushrooms to take back as a sample when a voice startles him from behind — )
Jesus, dude — ( and he topples back from his half-squat onto his ass, twisting around to see who the voice belongs to. ) No way. ( he's on his feet in a matter of seconds, gaping at a face that is honestly way too familiar at this point. this is, what, the third one he's met? (fourth, if he's counting — well, he doesn't want to think about that one.) ) Jason?
ring around the rosey 🌹
he's just about to pick up one of the strange red mushrooms to take back as a sample when a voice startles him from behind — )
Jesus, dude — ( and he topples back from his half-squat onto his ass, twisting around to see who the voice belongs to. ) No way. ( he's on his feet in a matter of seconds, gaping at a face that is honestly way too familiar at this point. this is, what, the third one he's met? (fourth, if he's counting — well, he doesn't want to think about that one.) ) Jason?