The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working
At a quarter past three
At a quarter past three
Nova is, shall we say, a big personality, but Callum doesn't mind. There's something charming in the innocent exuberance of her wink, something intriguing about the way sparks literally fly from her at the motion. The mercenary smiles easily in response, standing casually nearby with his hands in his pockets - until, that is, he tosses a bottlecap and sends the mud scurrying on its way.
The muck and mire wriggles and jiggles as it chases after the item, drawing a clap of delight from Nova and an affectionate chuckle from Callum. He watches as the girl snaps - ish? - and draws a bottlecap of her own from thin air, tossing it towards the mud. Sure enough, the semi-sentient creature-thing chases after the trinket, sucking it into wherever it stores things before seeming to vibrate, waiting, almost like a dog wagging its tail.
Cute is, perhaps, a stretch, but Cal takes it in stride. "It's not terrible if you know how to deal with it," he admits. "And now you do."
The muck and mire wriggles and jiggles as it chases after the item, drawing a clap of delight from Nova and an affectionate chuckle from Callum. He watches as the girl snaps - ish? - and draws a bottlecap of her own from thin air, tossing it towards the mud. Sure enough, the semi-sentient creature-thing chases after the trinket, sucking it into wherever it stores things before seeming to vibrate, waiting, almost like a dog wagging its tail.
Cute is, perhaps, a stretch, but Cal takes it in stride. "It's not terrible if you know how to deal with it," he admits. "And now you do."
There's something dancing here in the shadows
And I wish it were us
And I wish it were us
Callum
