Festival Flops || makeitarave
What a mess. This whole thing honestly was one big mess. Sitting out of the back of his van, all Love God could do was hold the frozen bag of peas some nice lady had given him to try and stop his bruises from swelling further. The Woodstick Festival was just one huge disaster, it had ended on a more positive note when the cherub had finally gotten to go preform on stage, but being struck down by a flaming hot air balloon while two kids stole your stuff was enough to put anyone in a bit of a sour mood.
Now there was still the issue of finding Mable and trying to get those potions back.
Finally deciding it was time to start walking around Gravity Falls, there was an audible creak as Love God pushed himself up, followed by his own groan of his own. Yikes. Hopefully nobody would really comment on his physical state.
Gravity Falls thankfully was not a big town, but to wobble around the streets definitely drew a lot of attention. Being the attention sponge that he was, it often left him a bit distracted from what he was doing. By now some hours had passed and he was still at square one with no improvement.
Maybe looking for Mable herself wasn't the way to go about this. Maybe getting some clues was a better way. Surly someone in town had to know her on description. Scanning the streets, a kid in a-- was that a work uniform? He worked in town, maybe he'd have a better clue than anyone else.
Giving a little jog to try and catch up, Love God soon realized the error of his ways with such sudden exertion and immediately slowed down into a fast paced walk.
"Hey! Hey kid! Ya got a second?"
Hopefully they weren't late for work or anything.
