And Ren can't remember the last time she thought of anything as being funny. She remembers having fun-letting herself get caught up in a dream's baseball game and playing with cats. She doesn't remember ever looking at something and feeling the corners of her lips tug up without any other thought behind it. She definitely can't remember having every worry and fear lift away and feeling light as air. The closet she ever came was meeting Seto and having a companion to hold onto, but there was always the ever present worry of being attacked and dying to a disease that should have taken her years ago. And yet, there's nothing for once. A blissful, blank moment where all she can see are the two in front of her and it makes her so happy.
Slapstick comedy is the way to go, apparently. Loonytoons had it right. Because it's too hard to think about anything else when her vision is crowded with flashes of a giant bug chasing someone around a stove with a flower. He seems afraid of it. Like it's going to burn if it touches him and yet, she doesn't worry. It probably won't hurt him. Goli wants to make him prettier. To make him happy, despite how miserable it seems to make this white haired man and-
She laughs. It's quiet and soft and probably unable to be heard over all the other noises occuring during this high speed chase, but it comes out all the same. Golisopod is doing the lord's work, making Guzma into this beautiful island model.
She isn't discouraged by his obvious distaste over this turn of events. It's hard to be, with the creature so happy off to the side. It's almost like a game and recalls one fondly, in that moment.]
That's how you say 'you're it'. Your bro did a good job.
[And just like that, this has shifted from a gift giving session to an afternoon game. Since he's 'it' that means one thing and one thing only-it's his turn to join in on this flower fiesta. There's another flower in her hand, indicating there may be no end and there's a strong chance the area by the manapool is going to need time to recover from all her environmental destruction. Oh well. She wanders over to the newly crowned flower boy and gives him one.]
Now you tag someone. That's how you play.
[Since Goli and this guy started it, she's more than happy to explain the rules of a game she knows nothing about. Surely there were flowers in the original version of tag?? Whatever, it's close enough. He should've just accepted his flower fate and none of this would've happened.]
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And Ren can't remember the last time she thought of anything as being funny. She remembers having fun-letting herself get caught up in a dream's baseball game and playing with cats. She doesn't remember ever looking at something and feeling the corners of her lips tug up without any other thought behind it. She definitely can't remember having every worry and fear lift away and feeling light as air. The closet she ever came was meeting Seto and having a companion to hold onto, but there was always the ever present worry of being attacked and dying to a disease that should have taken her years ago. And yet, there's nothing for once. A blissful, blank moment where all she can see are the two in front of her and it makes her so happy.
Slapstick comedy is the way to go, apparently. Loonytoons had it right. Because it's too hard to think about anything else when her vision is crowded with flashes of a giant bug chasing someone around a stove with a flower. He seems afraid of it. Like it's going to burn if it touches him and yet, she doesn't worry. It probably won't hurt him. Goli wants to make him prettier. To make him happy, despite how miserable it seems to make this white haired man and-
She laughs. It's quiet and soft and probably unable to be heard over all the other noises occuring during this high speed chase, but it comes out all the same. Golisopod is doing the lord's work, making Guzma into this beautiful island model.
She isn't discouraged by his obvious distaste over this turn of events. It's hard to be, with the creature so happy off to the side. It's almost like a game and recalls one fondly, in that moment.]
That's how you say 'you're it'. Your bro did a good job.
[And just like that, this has shifted from a gift giving session to an afternoon game. Since he's 'it' that means one thing and one thing only-it's his turn to join in on this flower fiesta. There's another flower in her hand, indicating there may be no end and there's a strong chance the area by the manapool is going to need time to recover from all her environmental destruction. Oh well. She wanders over to the newly crowned flower boy and gives him one.]
Now you tag someone. That's how you play.
[Since Goli and this guy started it, she's more than happy to explain the rules of a game she knows nothing about. Surely there were flowers in the original version of tag?? Whatever, it's close enough. He should've just accepted his flower fate and none of this would've happened.]