[ who’s fighting? i wanna fight! i wanna fight! SOMEONE BATTLE ME! ]
torchic, no. no, honey, no.

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[ who’s fighting? i wanna fight! i wanna fight! SOMEONE BATTLE ME! ]
torchic, no. no, honey, no.
💬 [ i heard that you're a "big tiddy goth bf", whatever that is. ] (I KNOW IT'S A CHEAP SHOT BUT I /HAD/ TO TAKE IT)
Rumors! // open
It was Narancia who made this rumor, wasn’t it? Narancia or Jolyne.
@achamochic
He found himself seated for this memory, watching from the distance. It was... A harder one to recall, he knew that, but it was still there. He was a young boy, though he didn’t age like a normal person, he had a child's mentality and the body of a child, despite being perhaps a hundred years old. Maybe.
The boy sat in a field of flowers, the grass was long and the flowers were a lovely sort, filling the air with an almost unfamiliar aroma. He was delicately pulling flowers from the ground, a soft hum coming from his lips as the midday sunlight dance along him while the boy had his fun picking flowers.
Francis was quiet as he watched, it was a memory from long ago-- Roman times when he was simply a territory, he was surprised he could remember it honestly. It was an old one. But the sudden appearance of another boy, one with wild brown hair and bright green eyes really told him why he could remember this so well.
“Ah-- this was the day I met my best friend.” That explained it. Or well, he knew of the other boy, but he hadn’t actually met him till just then. The much more energetic boy ran up to him, suddenly grabbing the blonde by his wrists and pulling him up with a large smile. It was a surprise to the blonde boy and he almost whined when he dropped his flowers, but he was just so caught up in the moment that a laugh bubbled out. “To think, I would dream of this.” He missed him dearly.
torchic will toddle on over with a basket of blueberries and set it near cassandra. [ i think your hair is really pretty. ] maybe if she's nice, people will start being nice.
OH, WHAT A CUTE little…bird ? she has a soft spot for birds && while cute was never her thing, she can wholeheartedly admit this little bird is extremely cute. the woman takes a blueberry, offering it back to torchic as she squats next to her. she’s not the best with compliments but it means a lot in the face of the anger she’d felt prior.
❝ hey, uh…thank you. ❞
🎶 | TORCHIC // @ACHAMOCHIC // STARTER CALL
✧*:・゚| THE creature looks to him like a juvenile chicken, and yet, the bright orange colouration stands out compared to the features of most breeds he's seen. Siebren has always been the sort of man not to keep pets, and yet … somehow he has been visited by more animals than other humans in his lifetime. Heart SOFT as always, and this little chick is far from an exception to the rule. ❝Verdorie,❞ he curses quietly when he feels the DRIZZLE of rain, cold water worming through his armour with wet tendrils. Yet, the avian would not be ignored despite all this ( he insists to himself that he'd like to study it; that is a terribly great lie! ) and he beckons a hand to the chick. ❝What are you doing out here in this weather? You are SO VERY SMALL … Ah, little one, why don't we get you out of the rain, hm?❞
@achamochic liked for a starter
“Oh. My. Glob.” Marceline gasps dramatically before dropping to her knees in front of the bird-like creature. “You are the most precious thing I have ever seen! You’re, like, one of those... pokey-man things!”
she's going to tug gently on his funny hat and make the pompoms dance.
What kind of bird even is this? Not that it matters, Risotto simply just picked the bird off the perch that it could reach his hat and set it back down on the ground.
“I don’t suggest playing with those.”
With a heavy heart, I think I'm gonna have to drop Torchic for the time being; she was housed in house 129. I just don't have muse for her atm. I might come back some day, maybe after the semester has been done! If you wanna find me, my personal is salmonandsoup!
Torchic will be dropped!
-- mod altair.