entrancelogs | time to take a stroll

[ Awwww yissss. A little friendly competition is just what the doctor ordered. Blake waves off his previous partner, signaling he's moved on and then drops back a good dozen feet in order to get in a good throw. ]

Where's the respect, eh? Callin' me a bitch, ffff. Did you happen to miss my mad skillz just now?

[ Blake's not beyond boasting as he gives the Frisbee a toss in Pinkman's direction. ]

[Jesse just snorts.]

Yeah, yeah, talk 'em up all you want, I'm gonna-- [He's gonna miss that first toss. SHHH, HE WASN'T READY.] ...Totally wreck you. As soon as I get that.

[Which he does, hops right down the beach to grab the thing just before a wave rolls in to suck it out to sea... Okay, for real now, it's totally on--

He winds up and flings the Frisbee... In Blake's general direction. Kind of. Vaguely. His aim is a little off, alright??

Can you tell this is a kid that did NOT play catch with dad in the yard...?]

[ This ought to be rich, right? Two guys comfortable with shit-talk? Dear lord.

Blake, of course, can't help but smirk as he watches Jesse retrieve that disk. Newb. Of course, he's honestly not much better off because with his arms crossed and his expression cocky, he's not ready, either! The toy goes well out of his reach despite his best efforts, meaning that he's heartily chuckling as he goes to pick it up. ]

This is real promisin', ain't it? What'd you do, warp my Frisbee? Damn thing was all 'bout flyin' straight 'til I introduced the two of you.

[ He gives Pinkman a cheeky grin and then sliiiiides the Frisbee back in his direction, watching it smoothly coast through the air. So much for that theory. ]

[Somebody send help........... Or the WAAAAAAmbulance.]

Maybe it just knows its new master, yo. [Because there's such mastery in the baby giraffe levels of clumsiness he's got going on when he dives to snatch the Frisbee out of the air, just barely managing to grab it before it flies into someone's umbrella.

He makes up for that (...) by pulling off a spectacularly awesome veritcal-Frisbee toss back to Blake. NOT A REGULATION THROW, but fuck the regulation man. Jesse is the master of his own destiny, here.] BOOM--

[ It's more like a saw blade than a Frisbee at this point, but Blake's been preparing for this sort of thing for well over a year. Honestly, this isn't all that different than handling a batarang...

John twists off to the side and pinches the toy between his hands as it tries to slice through his shoulder sing past. Half the time, this feels more like instinct than any acquired skill. ]

So, while you're bein' humiliated, how 'bout we talk havin' some breakfast one of these days?

[It totally is sort of like a saw blade, huh? BOOYAH, at least it looks cool...

But yeah, Jesse totally notices that Blake's got some skills, and at this point he's questioning the wisdom in challenging a Frisbee god...

Typical.]

Hey man, I could still bust out my secret weapon or whatever. Don't mess, yo-- [But he laughs anyway.] And you talking about waffles? Cuz I could totally go for some waffles.

[Like right now. Waffles while playing Frisbee. ...Frisbee with waffles.

MOUTH FRISBEE WITH WAFFLES what could possibly go wrong there?

Yeah, he's a little stoned, don't judge him.]

[ Jesse Pinkman, how dare you speak that word. Almost immediately, he beams a huge smile and actually throws his hands up in the air as if he's entirely victorious in swaying someone to the waffles side of the pancake v. waffle debate (that Jesse clearly doesn't know is always happening behind the scenes). ]

Exactly waffles, yes! Christ, I make a mean blueberry waffle, you don't even know. You like the strawberry kind? They're pretty good, too. Not those Eggo things, but real strawberry waffles? Perfect.

[ He tosses back the Frisbee, now much more interested in breakfast than this game of games. ]

[Hey, he totally catches it this time, and right before it goes flying into the person behind him. Saving the day, as u do...]

Hell yeah, man, I'm all for that. Or like... Bananas and walnuts and shit, those're the bomb. My aunt used to put all kinds of crap on them, like, uh-- What's that youtube shit, the weird food one. Shit--

[He tosses the Frisbee back, and this time it actually, like, goes to Blake. SUCCESS.

Dammit, why can't he remember the name...?]

[ Blake's quick to make a catch, turning to grab on to it from behind his back. Not showing off, nope. No way. ]

Gonna have to gimme more'n that, man. But Bananas Foster waffles means we get to light some stuff on fire...

[ Of all the people, Jesse should appreciate the appeal of flaming food. ]

[SO MANY, OF THE SHOWING OFF. God dammit Blake you glorious bastard. All Jesse can do is look on in awe, and wonder where he want wrong in his Frisbee life.]

...Like, uh... Whatsitcalled-- Flam-bay?

[FIYAH!!]

Yeah, just like that. Little alcohol, little flame, and you get this kinda sugary crackly texture that makes everything perfect.

[ Oh man, does he love waffles. Probably more than a grown man should, if we're being honest. Especially a Frisbee God! ]

You can be my guinea pig when I try it.

[Maybe the waffles are the secret to his success in the beach Frisbee circuit!! YOU NEVER KNOW.]

I'm game. Sacrifices gotta be made, yo. For science, and whatnot. Might have to give it a shot myself... Can't be more of a mess than the rockets.

[Food science is the best science, let's not kid ourselves here. Jesse is gonna be on that like stink on shit, kitchens don't know 'bout the flam-bay...

(Never mind that he feels like the mansion still hasn't forgiven him for the soda- he hasn't been able to get a single bubbly drink downstairs since he and Crowley had unleashed the fizzy kraken down there...)]

[ It's entirely possible that Wonderland's got grudges against certain people. It once tried to lock Blake in his room and set him on fire, yo. The place has a life of it's own. ]

Yeah, well, keep a fire extinguisher nearby, hot shot. Just in case. Or leave the cookin' up to Der Waffle Marshall.

[ Clearly that's Blake. And also the secret behind his uncanny ability to control disk-like objects. He chuckles heartily and gestures over toward the designated chill area. ]

[FUCKING RUDE, WONDERLAND. Shockingly so.]

It's probably asking for the sprinklers to flood the whole place.

[...Wait, do they have sprinklers in the mansion? He makes a note to check that out next time he's inside...

He also follows Blake easily enough, plopping his ass right down into the sand. So much physical exertion...

Skinny =/= fit, in Jesse's case.]

Dude you like... Obliterated me. Like, totally owned.

Eh, don't take it too personal. Pretty sure that woulda been considered hustlin' if we woulda been bettin'.

[ He is the Batman, after all. ]

Give you time to practice and then we'll have a rematch any time you want it.

[Yeah, Jesse's just gonna count his lucky stars there's no money involved; all he's losing is a chunk of pride, probably from around the ass region. He won't really miss it.]

Straight up, yo. And I'm totally gonna take you up on that rematch thing.

[He won't practice, of course, but he'll go again hoping for a different result. It's worked out in the past.

...And by worked out we mean hasn't worked out even a little bit but he just... Doesn't. Learn.

He plops himself down on someone else's towel and digs in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. Smoke that defeat away~]

time to take a stroll

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/gently weeps at baby giraffe Jesse

HE'S TRYING OKAY /o\

8'D I LOVE HIM

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