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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sorian Beach
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@Potter] Olivia, [@Lava Alckon] Hafiz Jr.
 
Lorenzo winced before yet another fart escaped from between his butt cheeks. He didn't want it to escape but it was either that or succumbing to the pain of holding it in. He had regrettably eaten too many baked beans for breakfast. Lorenzo wanted to blame Gilbert but it was he who indulged in seconds and thirds. [Color=salmon][I]Gilbert, why?![/I][/color] He declined from shifting his position, even if it caused others to suffer the wrath of his repeated bursts of flatulence. 

Each fart that came next became louder and louder with each escape. He wanted to apologize but he also imagined the farts weren't as loud as they were. And so, the duke remained in the prone position, assaulting the beach with a biological gas that he could no longer control. 

[Color=salmon]“[I]Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp![/I]”[/color] That one sounded wet. It was one he couldn't ignore, making him finally stand up and look at whoever was left in his company.

[Color=salmon]“Sorry. I'm not myself this morning.”[/color] He apologized as he decided it might be best to take a walk so he didn't end up disrespecting the Alidasht or make Olivia despise him. He and the family friend hadn't known much of each other and Lorenzo felt it would be best if his lasting impressions weren't caused by the after-effects of early morning baked beans. [Color=salmon]“I'm going to take a walk. Please watch my things and make sure the doctor there doesn't harm Charlotte.”[/color] Lorenzo was aware his words might draw some skepticism so he doubled down. [Color=salmon]“I witnessed him smacking a peasant girl at the theater. I won't be long.”[/color] Lorenzo winced as he held in another fart before taking very small steps away from the blanket. [Color=salmon]“[I]Brrrp[/I]!”[/color] Lorenzo began to hurry faster and rounded the blanket to go toward the water. When he had enough distance, Lorenzo lengthened his stride, not caring about what escaped with every other step. 

Once he reached the low tides of the waters he plopped down with his legs curled up to his chest. He looked like a child too afraid to go into the water while wanting to enjoy its coolness. [Color=salmon]“Ooh it's nice… [I]brrrp[/I]! Oh, that stinks. [I]Brrrp[/I]! Please go away. Come on. [I]Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp[/I]! Please!”[/color]


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