Seeing his obvious fear did make her want to immediately mobilize and face whatever it was he and that anon were referring to, but Parker’s specific instructions for her to not do anything rash gave her some pause. With how long they’d been spending time together, it’s more than likely he knows what she’s capable of (except for the world ending bit, of course) making his apprehension that much more urgent.
“I... Well. If you’re going to be this worried about it, it must be something big, Parky-Park. I’ll... keep still for now. Okay?”
On a certain island sat a certain young girl, who was, certainly hyper about something certain. That certain thing was a certain pair of visitors, who’d certainly made a certain impression upon her.
One of those being the dark and shady ghostly girl from Subcon. Something about the way she spoke and her free-wheeling attitude drew her in... Oh, and, of course, her lack of hesitation when serving up JUSTICE to the Mafia! She definitely seems reliable in a pinch.
The other, the nerdy-looking crowlet who... MIGHT have seen how the Time Piece works, but... Let’s just hope he thought it was just shiny. But! He’s proven himself to be more than just a shrewd mind, especially with how easily he can sneak past so many of these goons.
With such reliable people on their way, she HAD to make a good impression, especially if she’s going to keep this working relationship going. Somewhat NOT ragged cushions for them to sit on? Check. A clear space on the rock wall and some chalk to write with? Check. Snacks pilfered from a Mafia’s lunchbox? Triple check. Okay! Perfect. Now all there was left to do was to wait...
If she remembered correctly, Ghostie would be coming at sundown, so Parker should be coming earlier...
Uh oh! Well... If he’s asking, she’s going to make the good parts last so he’s not left with whatever complaints she could think of...
But what complaints were there...??
♠ Something you don’t like about the other.
“...Well! I DO get a little bit frustrated when you clam up sometimes. I know sometimes there isn’t much to say, but... I guess I’m just used to talking more, y’know? But it’s not a BAD thing.”
♤ Something you like about the other.
“You are... the SOFTEST boy. Like, you’re SO NICE and you’re REALLY caring, judging by how much you pay attention to things!”
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Mu awoke Christmas morning the way she’d grown accustomed to: not expecting much at all. Certainly, her living situation had taken a dramatic change (i.e. NOT in some cave freezing underneath a lighthouse surrounded by enemies), but focusing nearly entirely on survival in what her little island town had become, she never had time to celebrate much of anything.
It was only recently that she’d met her closest friends and found adults she could trust, after all. Remembering to celebrate Halloween was a miracle.
Which is why the little presents sitting at the foot of her bed caught her by such surprise.
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@curious-corvidae :
There's a little, neatly wrapped package at the foot of Mu's bed as she wakes up, the ribbon tying it together accented with a single, immaculate black feather and an envelope. The letter inside reads: "Hey, Mu, my dads and I have to head back to the U.F.B. for the holiday, but I still wanted to get you something! I'll get your reaction when I'm back, huh?" Inside is a sturdy new leather bag with numerous pockets... with a small pressed poppy inside of one of them.
The moment her gaze fell on the glossy black of the feather, she knew exactly from whom this present was. Parker. Her Parky-Park, ever methodical and neat in whatever he pursued... Leave it to him to know exactly what to get her.
Now she was certainly no expert on leather goods, but she did know her way around stitches and sewing needles. The craftsmanship of the bag sitting in the box was done by an expert’s hand... Reaching into her belongings, she pulled out the shabby sack she’d used up until that point. Though her own bag was certainly more resilient than the average cloth, it was still made with cheap material, and the shoddy patchwork she’d added to keep it together made that all too clear...
It was such a small detail of hers, yet he still understood how important something like this was to her. A deep warmth sat in her heart as Mu held the bag like a friend...
@lunar-luminary :
What's this? Why, it's a nice little package for Mu emblazoned with the Dead Bird Studios logo. Judging by the fact that the tape on the box is particularly glittery, it isn't hard to deduce who it's from. Inside rests three neatly folded suits, a couple hats, and a nice headset identical to those of the moon penguins were it not for the fact that they were the proper size for a human girl. The cloth is of exceptional quality.
Yet another package arrives for Mu that is... positively COVERED in glitter. inside is a note and what appears to be a new and slightly more embellished version of her usual outfit. The note reads: "Happy Holidays, Darling! I do have to admit, I'm not quite sure what your style is, so I hope that these will do. Stay warm!"
Even now, the fact that she’d been accepted by so many people--especially one of the world’s most renowned filmmakers--was still so difficult for Mu to believe... Yet here was proof positive, sitting in two separate, yet beautiful packages.
The irony didn’t strike her nearly as hard as it ought might have; where most children her age would turn up their noses at receiving clothes as a gift, the young Farosian lass found it difficult to hold back her tears as she ran her hands along the fabric of each of her new outfits... These were hers? She could have all of this?
It then occurred to her that it was... Warm. Though it was deep in winter where she was from, she was warm... Her eyes turned to the source: the heater... Then, her eyes traced the corners of where she was. A comfortable, colorful and vibrant room...
She couldn’t have all this, could she? Was it really okay?
The weary little girl from a small seaside town wept in her room, though she didn’t understand why.
What's this? A familiar little crow seems to have caught sight of the owl! He hops over, offering a polite little smile. "Hello Mr. Stan! How're you? It's, uh! Been a while!"
It wasn’t often that Stan heard his name with an honorific like that, much less from a younger voice. The second he realized it was Parker, however? He seemed more than pleased. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at socializing after all!
“Oh, hey, little man! It has, hasn’t it? Here t’catch a backstage look now?”
send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. (And italicize if it semi-applies!)
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
