There's a gourd looking creature that hisses and growls, and Harper looks on with blatant delight at it. Oliver and Phoebe had told him of companions and monsters equally, though he assumes this is one of the former if the lass isn't bothered by its presence. He gives a jaunty wave at it, bouncing the mud in one palm to allow for the motion, before turning his mischief and focus upon the redhead company he keeps.
Silt and slime cling to his hands like an affectionate creature, but he pulls it into two and begins to juggle them. He's rusty, but it's like riding a bike, and any circus kid worth his salt wouldn't be caught dead forgetting how to do something like juggle.
Something akin to his own mischievous fire must lay within the coals of her own soul, because they rise to meet his prompting. With a grin like madness and mayhem wrapped into expression, Harper doesn't deign to answer her question. Instead, mid-juggle, he throws one of the mudballs at his newly crowned competitor. The other gripped solidly as it lands in his free palm. However it lands, he crows a short laugh. "Gimme your best shot!" No time or care for rules and regulations. Only pure, spontaneous fun.
Silt and slime cling to his hands like an affectionate creature, but he pulls it into two and begins to juggle them. He's rusty, but it's like riding a bike, and any circus kid worth his salt wouldn't be caught dead forgetting how to do something like juggle.
Something akin to his own mischievous fire must lay within the coals of her own soul, because they rise to meet his prompting. With a grin like madness and mayhem wrapped into expression, Harper doesn't deign to answer her question. Instead, mid-juggle, he throws one of the mudballs at his newly crowned competitor. The other gripped solidly as it lands in his free palm. However it lands, he crows a short laugh. "Gimme your best shot!" No time or care for rules and regulations. Only pure, spontaneous fun.
Harper
