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Oh, what's that? Ignore the little kid smiling at you. She's just fascinated by you.

...Okay, yeah, maybe it's a little hard to ignore. Especially when she's getting too close for comfort, breathing in Ryoko's scent through an open mouth -- unable to parse an inhuman presence for such a convincing human body... That, and the christmas lights strung up from her back don't exactly help to conceal her.

That's okay, though. She doesn't intend on attacking Ryoko.

Yet.

#ic #o/#flings creepy child at ryoko #sliceofknife

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#self;

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#self;#OOOO #NOICE

Tweaked the bio a little! I'm working on a links page as we speak.

#ooc #might add more to the about page too

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With love’s radiation decay and evil’s diffraction formula, the story’s limit reaches apocalypse

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The Stray Vocaloids - 1imb0

#melodies;

cutelittlebottle replied to your post:I need to be more active on here, but I’m not...

{Sorry, I’ve been busy! I’ll get to responding to your starter soon….. thank you for making me one! I’m sorry I’m taking so long…. I do that a lot….} :-/

That's quite alright! Take as much time as you need -- I'm not an impatient person.

#cutelittlebottle #ooc

I need to be more active on here, but I'm not sure... exactly how to do that.

#ooc #im bad at approaching people #laughs

Humans are strange.

Flan's spent the past few hours watching them all crowd in one stadium, a mixing pot of smells and body heat... Just to watch a handful of men attack each other for possession of a spherical leather oval. Not that the activity itself isn't fun to observe -- she finds herself laughing a few times at how relentless and ridiculous it gets -- but a small and forgotten part of her wonders why they would do such a thing in the first place.

She's not sure. She's also not sure she even wants to know.

#ic #FOOBAW

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flanders red is my favorite 2hu

(rehaul of this old atrocity)

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#self;#mun's art #eyyyy

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Remi & Flan

by: Akira_Banzai

#self;#sister;

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source: なんていうか犯罪匂がする気がするのは気のせいでしょうか？背景的に | ゆぬきうた [pixiv]

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It wasn’t much of an understanding, but nonetheless he was quite alert—the culpriting feline could tell the lack of grounding this child contained and it only hatched a larger spark in his interest. That sort of nature was unpredictable, dangerous, and unrestrained… Certainly not unlike the Embodiment he represented. “Flan, mmn? … <Frau> Flan. IT’S certainly a cute name.”

Tail swishing to and fro, Maurecai mimicked Law’s patience in parsing between the simple, yet broken words of communication and twitchy gestures. Were this any normal, self-centered brat, he surely would have turned tail and off to something much more interesting, but the situation was comparable to watching a dog chase after its own tail—expected of the creature, but amusing despite that. It smelled dead, but the semblance of intelligence deterred him from deducing it to be brain-dead, had enough power to make way for wings and little upkeep on the nail-trimming… “MMN? BOOM?”

Difficulties in communication were an understandable situation for him—how many times had he to convinced the supposed smarter races that he could talk in this form? Actions certainly spoke louder than words, and when the child raised her hands in his direction, his fur bristled at the power he felt behind them. It was certainly akin to his little pixie’s violent nature, whenever someone gave her a challenge and she would blaze miles ahead to prove just how wrong they were, and often with disastrous results that no doubt were amplified due to his presence—

"WHOA, whoa! PUT that down!" He was swift in raising a paw to try and lower the hands off in another direction, but also aimed for gentle caution—the instability of the child had been palpable in his ears. To invoke the power of the Culprit and attempt to destroy it on its own without the other Embodiments… Most certainly, the wildcat had some sort of Boom. “WE can play… but not with that. AWRIGHT?”

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Well, that didn't turn out well! Maurecai's rather obvious protests to her actions rights the child, aloof as she is, and her hands promptly plummet straight down to her sides. It's worth noting that the destructive dynamism still radiates from them -- just at a safer angle away from Maurecai. She doesn't seem alarmed or ruffled at all by his words... In fact, it appears quite the opposite----

Her eyes widen further (to the extent where the rims of the sockets are visible) and her once-inky eyes become seas of red with just bare slits to break the monotony. She's grinning again, and even though she's crouching, she still bounces up and down with childish glee. It looks ridiculous.

"Play?! Wanna, wanna! Wanna play!"

Flandre cheers with hands flung high into the sky, and something nearby explodes; whatever crowds that loom nearby raise a collective voice in screams of terror. This highly amuses the beastly little being, who lets out something between a warbling shriek and a laugh.

Then she seems to realize that Maurecai still exists, and her attention is focused entirely on him yet again. Are stares supposed to be that intense? Probably not, but it continues nonetheless. The silence is thick. Maybe a tad bit awkward, too.

It doesn't last for long. She's already up and about by the time the screams and shouts die down, and she bids him to follow suit -- mostly by jerking her head in the chosen direction, and then taking off at top speeds without him. Her feet don't appear to be touching the ground at all.

#ic #baiganraltaica