[ look at Phos, getting permission for something... Cinnabar did not hear of this. Cinnabar also does not hear their approach, lost in their thoughts as they are - it's a bad habit, and one they wish they'd broken as soon as they hear that irritatingly familiar-yet-not voice.
Or, rather, they will be wishing that once they get past the panic. The mercury around them pinecones all at once in surprise as Cinnabar lets out a startled yelp, scrambling to their feet with frantic haste. The miniature Phosphophyllite in their hand immediately melts away; Cinnabar would like to do the same, but, unfortunately, they're stuck here on the beach, whipping around to face the other gem once they've backed away sufficiently and hoping the darkness hides at least some of what they're sure is a fluorescent blush. (Then again, the moon is bright tonight...) ]
D -- don't sneak up on me, idiot! [ the uncharacteristic panic probably isn't doing much to hide their embarrassment, either. There's no way in hell they're answering those questions, so they pretend like they were never asked. ] What are you even doing out here?
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Or, rather, they will be wishing that once they get past the panic. The mercury around them pinecones all at once in surprise as Cinnabar lets out a startled yelp, scrambling to their feet with frantic haste. The miniature Phosphophyllite in their hand immediately melts away; Cinnabar would like to do the same, but, unfortunately, they're stuck here on the beach, whipping around to face the other gem once they've backed away sufficiently and hoping the darkness hides at least some of what they're sure is a fluorescent blush. (Then again, the moon is bright tonight...) ]
D -- don't sneak up on me, idiot! [ the uncharacteristic panic probably isn't doing much to hide their embarrassment, either. There's no way in hell they're answering those questions, so they pretend like they were never asked. ] What are you even doing out here?