#fiestywolfchild 01

[bbq-dreamer]

"A lost child?"

ENA's head swivels around in a circle, but no one seems to be looking for her, especially not any hungry horses.

"And where might your parent be, little one? Do you know if they're offering a... reward, perchance?"

(Leave it to ENA to do the right thing, just as long as there's the right price to go with it...)

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[bigmantaray]

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"Ay! Ay..! (Careful now! The tail is real..!)" No fursuit to be seen here! And just to prove it, he loosely swung it around, almost treating it like a string toy that cats play with.

[balemoonash]

why there is a young girl running around seemingly without anyone supervising surprises her. it's irresponsible, or it may just be a case of not having anyone else. still, an adult should be keeping watch so nothing happens, at least. she decides to approach, waiting for when the child finally slows to a pause.

"are you here alone?" she takes another brief glance of the area to check for certain, in case someone might come to collect the girl but there's no sign of such. "it isn't wise for you to be wandering off by yourself."

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[headlesshydra]

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She should be insulted, but she can’t expect a child to understand such a complicated subject, so she just scoffs a bit and laughs, shrugging.

“Unfortunately even if I took a hundred baths, it won’t go away. So I try to make it smell better with perfumes and nice scents.” She nods, holding the bottle of marshmallow fragrance spray out for Yuki to inspect if she wanted.

“You’ve never had a S’more before? You put a marshmallow on a stick and hold it over a campfire until it turns toasty, and then put some chocolate on it and smash it between two graham crackers, make a nice little sandwich.” She nods “They’re tasty, but messy.”

[gullytine]

@fiestywolfchild // from here

The fact that she buys it makes Weston exhale in relief even as he adds another black mark against Juliyah. First teasing him 'bout kissing, now fooling around with little kids--he was gonna thrash him the next time they met.

Pizza...pepperoni...okay... Tapping his order into the app, Weston adds a few other things to his cart before running to catch the next train. Fortunately, Fibonacci's right next door to Cotes, so getting to Jules' place shouldn't take long. Maybe he'd even beat the pizzaman.

"Well...when grown-ups play hide-and-seek, we got too many places to hide, yeah? I could yell my head off and I dunno if he'd hear. He's somewhere on this island though---his name's still in the contacts list."

"Y'know, Juliyah's been tellin' me all 'bout you. I've been meanin' to visit, but things have been busy...why don't we call this our first Meetin' Day or something? You okay with that?"

He's not sure if he's talking too much, but it sounds better than letting the silences stretch on. Maybe it'd keep her worried little head occupied, dunno...

[gullytine]

[text] hi r u Westin

[text] Im yuki do u no where Juliyah iz????

[text] not home I scared y not home?????

The messages ping on his phone as he's getting a drink from the fridge, and Weston naturally downs his glass of milk as he reads what the person's sent him.

"Pffwt!" he spits out his milk the next second, coughing as he checks the clock on the kitchen wall. Wasn't it almost mealtime? The hells' he at instead of cookin' her food at home?

[text] hi [text] Hi Yuki yeah im Weston [text] did that bastard leave U behind [text] im gonna beat the shit outta him [text] U said Ur home alone??

Wait. How much could six-year-olds read? He decides to call Yuki instead, waiting for her to pick up the phone before he talks.

"Yo, Yuki!"

"I'm Weston, Juliyah's buddy! Uh—yeah sorry, he said he was playin' hide-and-seek with me and hid too well."

Technically true, with how mysterious the bastard acted some days.

"You're still at home right? Hungry? What's your favorite pizza toppings? I'll bring one over and then we'll show him, hahah~" He's pulling on a jacket as he talks, running towards the front door while tabbing his phone to—some pizza app or another, you gotta keep kids fed or whatever—

ManwhatthehellamIdoingthisbetterworkIdon'tknowhowtodealwithkids—

[undiscarded]

You look like you... get rust in spots you can't see, like behind your ears! Do you have ears?

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

"I...do have ears! [I think, I have not. Checked lately.] They, DO NOT rust, though. they also are. not mine."