Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Positively ripe with success and joy at her reaction, and the solid confirmation that she’ll enact the same pose, his smile is painfully wide. ”You better. I’m gonna track down the next person who channels you to confirm,” he threatens without any true intent. Coming out of the pose proves a touch more difficult, and his arms windmill briefly at his sides as he tries to get his feet back under him properly, although attempting to dive down and catch the berry in his mouth did not help in the slightest (he gets nowhere close either and almost tips over trying). His spoon is lost to the attempt, thudding into the jungle floor.
”Five second rule!” he declares, swooping down to pluck up the spoon the moment he’s no longer spread-legged. Never mind that the rule is usually just for food, the berry is a lost cause that he can’t even see any more. He exhales onto the spoon until his breath fogs the metal, then rubs it vigorously on his shirt. A squinted inspection declares it clean enough to pass.
Leaning over the stone spread with his utensil-weapon poised to strike, he carves out a bite, aiming for a section of well-arranged berries. The bite he takes is an instant melt of satisfaction that he happily exhales around, although one of the berries tries to jump off and he has to catch it with a palm under his chin. Once the dessert is secured in his mouth, he rolls the stray into his fingers and chucks it at her forehead in delayed retaliation.
”Alright your grace, how do you declare the meal?”
”Five second rule!” he declares, swooping down to pluck up the spoon the moment he’s no longer spread-legged. Never mind that the rule is usually just for food, the berry is a lost cause that he can’t even see any more. He exhales onto the spoon until his breath fogs the metal, then rubs it vigorously on his shirt. A squinted inspection declares it clean enough to pass.
Leaning over the stone spread with his utensil-weapon poised to strike, he carves out a bite, aiming for a section of well-arranged berries. The bite he takes is an instant melt of satisfaction that he happily exhales around, although one of the berries tries to jump off and he has to catch it with a palm under his chin. Once the dessert is secured in his mouth, he rolls the stray into his fingers and chucks it at her forehead in delayed retaliation.
”Alright your grace, how do you declare the meal?”
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
