//Nighty Night all!
|☀| —- “That was actually really clever, lil’ bro…”
Eddie was a bit amazed, he would have never guessed what he wanted to mean with the straw hat, nor even would have had this idea.
"Yeah, it really was." jastun smiles and ruffles Sora’s hair playfully.
That day, Toph had gotten the ‘fantastic’ idea for The Runaway to make a comeback. She wanted
a bit of moneyto cause a ruckus around town, so she wore a disguise and started making her rounds to all the different gamblers. Unfortunately for her, she was found out pretty quickly. She could have lost them quickly, but she decided to have a little fun and play cat and mouse with them. Having too much fun, she hadn’t noticed the person in front of her and ran into them, knocking her on her butt.
She shook her hand at him as she stood up. ”Don’t worry about it, just run!” she smiled, pushing him away from the people coming towards them.
Seeing the crowd of angry people, honestly, not an unfamiliar sight for him, Jastun started running with the girl, his two sheathed blades clicking occasionally.
"Why are they chasing you anyways?" He asked in a panic, some of these people looked like they knew how to fight, and he didn’t know what kind of abilities people in this world had. "And why am I running with you?"
|☯| —- “Because of auntie Lucy!” The smart child explained with a proud grin. “Her name’s Monkey D. and she wears a strawhat!”
"Ooooooohh, ok." He scratches his head, still a bit confused, but not so much.
- ☀ -- What was my muse's first language?
- ☄ -- How many languages does my muse speak?
- ☎ -- What language does my muse think in?
- ♬ -- What language(s) does my muse sing in?
- ☰ -- What language(s) can my muse read in?
- ♝ -- What language(s) can my muse swear in?
- ☉ -- What language(s) can my muse understand, but not speak very well?
- ♔ -- Who taught my muse to speak?
- ♘ -- Who taught my muse to read?
- ♖ -- What language did my muse's parent(s) speak?
- ♟ -- Does my muse know sign language?
- ♠ -- Can my muse read braille?
Ann decided to let the little brunet draw for the first word to guess. The first one was a P category, or person, place or animal. Sora picked a random card and looked at it.
Nicole turned minute glass and the little boy started drawing, his mother watching carefully. She tired to guess a few times, thinking first that it was a bear, then a mouse, until the child drew a strawhat.
|♠| —- “That’s a monkey, isn’t it?” She chuckled.
"I don’t get it." He said looking at the hat and monkey on the paper. "Why did you draw a hat?"
the physical agony is invigorating. a surge of exhilarating and somewhat provocative
sensations that illustrate and externalize the lissome bombardie’s positive correlation
betwixt havoc and jubilation. aquamarine tendrils shift as she cants her head in
response to the offer, lengthy plaits running into the blood smeared upon the concrete.
" oh, please! save me! " her mockery isn’t shrouded by any means. " i’m such a fragile
little flower that needs a prince to come and whisk me away! oh, my! you’re so
handsome and kind! “
The Travelers mood quickly plummets as the gun toting woman mocks him. He remains crouching, but his eyes harden in irritation and anger.
"I never said that you were weak or fragile, I also never planned on ‘whisking you away’ anywhere. I offered to heal your wounds because one, if left untreated it could cause problems with you muscles, and they could get infected and lead to much worse than a little bleeding." The tone in his voice shows he is sincere, but also not above having his intentions mocked.