(( Probably should have posted this sooner but whatever lol))
Well, seems like somehow I have turned into a human for the Valentines ball.. This ought to be interesting. ;) Ready to go, @askpickett?
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(( Probably should have posted this sooner but whatever lol))
Well, seems like somehow I have turned into a human for the Valentines ball.. This ought to be interesting. ;) Ready to go, @askpickett?
Pickett/Niffler things??
Er, I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand the question?
askpickett replied to your post: Hello again, Leta...
I don’t know, you’re fairly new to the area. Thought I might as well find out. Theseus was rather rude to me this afternoon. He told me I hadn’t been “ properly trained” I swear I almost clawed his eyes out.
Many people don’t realize the difference between a domesticated species and a wild one... Or a Beast and a Being, as I’m beginning to suspect bowtruckles are, given the conversation I’m having. *shakes her head, amazed again* So many things even those in the know don’t know, hm? *realizes something and asks abruptly* Do you have a name?
Hello again, Leta...
Why, hello. This is something new. *settles down, looking at the bowtruckle in curiosity, though his time, her hand is already on the handle of her wand. The bowtruckle has proven - truculent, in the past, if it’s the one she’s thinking of (and she can think of no other so advanced)* You’re here to talk? *her cool demeanor is belied a little at the slight quiver in her voice - somewhere between excitement and unease*
* glares at you*
*holds herself carefully still and speaks in a soft voice* Why, hello, little thing. *glancing around out of the corners of her eyes, trying to work out how she’s angered this bowtruckle*
* climbs onto your shoulder*
-stares in surprise at the little stick man on his shoulder. his first instinct is to flick it away, but he restrains himself, waiting to find out if it’s going to hurt him-
* climbs onto your shoulder*
Now that’s where you went, Pickett. Don’t go wandering off now, can’t afford to lose you again.
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