Storm or Animal! (or both!) ((and hello!!))
Delicately you move, not truly taking in every corner of danger, of just what this town really holds. Sundays are a calm before the raging swirls for a week anew, and you’ve found yourself always, always looking forward to the once-a-week peace that the town can relish in. You adore the Oz Territory, and are ever thankful for their hospitality to someone as unfortunately… lost as you.
Today happens to be the day you love the most, Sunday, and you’ve decided, with a determined nod, a puff of your cheeks, and a click of your heels, that you’re going to spend it in the square, talking to whoever catches your interest, you attention, or whatever else one would deem your fancy. At least, that’s what you’ll try!
Very seriously, you look around, trying to spot where exactly you wish to go. One could even liken your search to an animal’s – a very simple one, someone might add, as, well, as soon as your gaze locks on, all the boxes check and you make yourself at home.
And there you go. Anyone can hear you. But it’s okay, because it’s Sunday. It’s okay, because you have all the permission to just jump.
If you were to dwell on it, you would remember that that’s… actually debatable, but you don’t do so so you don’t really care. You are you’re very own storm, unbound and unpredictable and undeniably, uniquely you.
Your smile is wide, very much so, and you settle next to him, almost crashing into his side. Which, would have been fine. You would have laughed it off, trapping anyone that comes in contact with you within the colors of your winds. This is absolutely not limited to Scarlet – he just happened to be the one your heart hurried you over to.
You say, air filling your lungs out of pure glee. And whatever his reaction, you don’t actually pay much attention, quickly focusing, again, on how cute he seems to be. Even sitting down, you’re around the same height! Maybe that’s what ends up on your mind, because Soh ends up coming over, placing down a little sweet before you, saying it’s a treat on the house, ju~st for you, Fu~~ka~ with a chuckle and a bright, adorable smile.
Surely, those around you must see, that your days of sought peace, the ones beloved by your every being, fall so closely to your pace. Do they mind it? At all? Perhaps, but never will you let this opportunity pass.
“I wanted to talk to you!”
And with no hesitation, you declare your intentions! And just like that, there’s no way he can escape this just yet, right? Oh, you hope he wouldn’t want to leave so soon! You really enjoy talking to him, after all, and perhaps, that only increased after that mix up, before the beauty pagent (perhaps part of it is as an apology, but no one can tell, and certainly not you).
