If you feel like night is falling
"Mm, of course." His lips quirk at the image of Melita pocketing every stray duck she conjures amid her naps and blasts of water, saving them up for whatever occasions required her to plant them in testament to chaos and fun. He hands his quietly to Goose, who sets into it like a toddler with a pacifier.
He glances up from the dog in time to see Deimos' wave, and lifts his hand in return, smiling back at the Sword and his boy. Oblivious to the miniature war that occurred within her as he grips her hand, his attention is drawn back to her quickly, abandoning the idea of watching over the crowd. "What?" A small laugh puffs free, more breath than sound, as he glances from the curve of her daring features to the ammunition held aloft. She would do it anyway, likely turn invisible and leave him gawking as the only apparent offender too if they caught wind of the source. She'd at least interrupt their assault while invisible too, he images, maybe stick a leg out to trip them. He shrugs, the possibilities of her chaos too endless to imagine all of them.
"Ten points for their head, five for anywhere else."
He glances up from the dog in time to see Deimos' wave, and lifts his hand in return, smiling back at the Sword and his boy. Oblivious to the miniature war that occurred within her as he grips her hand, his attention is drawn back to her quickly, abandoning the idea of watching over the crowd. "What?" A small laugh puffs free, more breath than sound, as he glances from the curve of her daring features to the ammunition held aloft. She would do it anyway, likely turn invisible and leave him gawking as the only apparent offender too if they caught wind of the source. She'd at least interrupt their assault while invisible too, he images, maybe stick a leg out to trip them. He shrugs, the possibilities of her chaos too endless to imagine all of them.
"Ten points for their head, five for anywhere else."
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
