Heading towards the hook a duck, he chanced a glance at Noah ’s newfound item from the kiosk, brow arching as the blanket began to maneuver seemingly entirely on its own. He half-wondered if it’d be able to equal to something not unlike the hoverboard Bastien once had – but didn’t voice it, granting a small smile instead. Likely innocuous and harmless, something to be enjoyed. “Already set up for picnics then,” came with a wrinkle of his nose, before addressing his son, shifting his features slightly upward, catching the hints of curly hair. “What did you end up with?”
From there though, the booth came into view, and they slid their way into line. His gaze went towards the children, and adults, threading their way out of the exit, striving to see what they were snagging from the game.
From there though, the booth came into view, and they slid their way into line. His gaze went towards the children, and adults, threading their way out of the exit, striving to see what they were snagging from the game.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
