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Honestly, the campus is a mess — in every way, actually! Not only is the usual hum of students’ chatter audible throughout most of the area, but paint splatters in a rainbow of colours are something completely new. Exciting! Even more so when the young dragon can easily spy any number of characters wandering around with guns, or wearing angry faces with some colours staining their shirts. Of course, she herself has no idea how or why the current war is going on, though if everyone else is playing with one another, they’ll definitely play with her too, right?
Small hands reach out for a nearby person’s sleeve, tugging it boldly in an attempt to warrant their attention. A brief pause follows before speaking up, completely unreserved even in confronting what seems to be a total stranger.
"Let’s play!"
"Hey, Runt."
He'd told Efina about this a few times already, hadn't he? Not so much the dangers of interacting with complete and total strangers but it was something wholly specific in her actions that brimmed Leo with recollections. Raising his an arm, he fleetingly flicked the little dragon on her forehead before then giving her his reasoning. Though not before a quick glance around the supposedly war torn school grounds. No doubt the exuberant colors and overall erratic atmosphere of the students and teachers alike were driving the lie eater into excited tangents.
"Don't tug on the sleeves just because they're long. Anyway, you want to play the paint game everyone's playing, huh?"
Moving around Efina with a passing pat to the crown of her head, Leo gave another surveying and long look around the premises. The two of them hadn't exactly formally joined any teams and Leo didn't particularly want to though if Efina really insisted, he would give way most likely. Not that winning or losing really mattered to her like it might others, Leo included.
Who knows, maybe something interesting could bear fruit from all of this?
