Koa was sitting on a park bench, feeding the animals around her. "One for you… and one for you… and you get one too…" she said with a wide smile as she gave each animal some of the food. Nuts, cookies, bread, pretzels, she had all sorts of things to share.
Birds flew around her, ducks swam in the lake right in front of her, while squirrels came running from the tree. The squirrels began climbing on the bench and on Koa, the birds perched around her, as well as on her head and shoulders and the ducks also began waddling over.
With a cheerful giggle, Koa watched and fed all the animals gathered around her when she suddenly heard a ringing nearby.
Confused, she looked around until her gaze fell on a nearby phone booth. Koa tilted her head as she blinked slightly. She quickly jumped down from the bench and ran over to the phone booth, the animals following her quickly.
Standing in front of the phone booth, she tilted her head again. The ringing was clearly coming from there. She looked around again, searching for someone responsible for the device who would pick up the receiver. But nothing happened; people just walked past, not even noticing the phone. So her gaze went back to the phone booth.
"Should I pick up?" Koa asked looking at a squirrel on her right shoulder. "I mean it's not polite to just ignore it..." she mummbled looking to another squirrel, sitting on her left shoulder when she heared a loud tweet on her head, making her look up. "Yes, you're right! I should pick up!"
Finally, she reached for the thick phone book, placed it on the floor, and climbed on it. Standing on her tiptoes, she picked up the receiver as she spoke into the phone.
"Hello?" a childlike voice asked, but didn't wait for an answer before she immediately started chattering. "I'm Koa, and who are you? I'm here in a park feeding the animals, but no one else answered the phone, so I did. Because it's not nice to just ignore the ringing phone…"
Answer for: @antvnger (to this post (x))
Koa's age: Kid Koa (9-12 human years)
@antvnger sent: [ BRAID ]: sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | accepting
Mantis couldn't help the amused smile that appeared on her face, hands stilling over the laptop's keyboard. She was helping Scott edit the prologue to his second book – and truth be told, it was an honor that he trusted her with something so precious.
"You used to do this for your daughter?" Mantis asked, curious, staying very still.
"Listen.. uh.. Scott.. I didn't take them.. those where mine." He shook his head. "Perhaps.. you know.. Clint's been chuckling in the vents for most of the day.."
Natalia Alianovna Romanova? Did I even say that right? It’s a pretty name all the same.
Call my muse by their full name, see how they respond.
She paused what she was doing before the name was said. She knew she shared her SHIELD file, but that one had the anglicized last name. "Either you know Russian or someone told you," she stated, looking over at the man who spoke to her. "Which one is it, Lang?"
Peter nearly dropped his phone in his rush to type, thumbs flying across the screen without a second thought. The excitement poured out of him faster than he could keep track of it.
“Okay, okay, YES, awesome, this is happening!!” he fired off, grinning at the screen. “Don’t worry, I’ll pace myself with the bug puns (…probably). I mean, there are only so many ways you can say ‘that really bugs me,’ right?”
Before Scott could even think of replying, Peter was already halfway through his next thought. He rambled on about how they could turn the group chat into more than just bug jokes.
“Like, actual Bug Bros activities. Words With Friends but only insect-related words! Or Bugtionary—that’s Pictionary, but bug-themed. I’ll work on the name. Oh! And trivia nights! Like, ‘Which bug can carry 50x its weight’ type questions. We’d crush.”
By the time he hit send on the third message, Peter was practically bouncing. His ideas only snowballed from there- designing a team logo, coming up with a secret handshake, throwing bug emojis into the group name until it was unreadable. “Hope can roll her eyes all she wants,” he added at the end, “but she’ll come around when she sees how legendary this is gonna be.”
He sent it all in a rush and then leaned back, blinking at the screen. Maybe he should’ve dialed it back.
