⏳Clover from the snz rpg. If you dont wanna do her then just whoever. I just miss that game it was peak.
Set during the first night at Anithe's camp. I figure not enough actually happens for there to be any continuity issues lol.
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Anithe and Clover sit in front of the campfire, waiting for their dinner to cook through. The former occasionally steals a quick glance at the latter. Was this really such a good idea? Clover had sneezed her own tent to smithereens barely an hour ago, who's to say she wouldn't do it again? In fact, her face looks kind of...
"Ah..."
Anithe's eyes go wide. She quickly jams a finger underneath Clover's flaring nostrils, the rest of her body leaning away.
"Clover, don't."
"Ah-ahhh... Whew. Thanks, Anithe."
Clover smiles warmly, as if she hadn't almost exploded a second campsite in one evening. After a moment her expression becomes more of a nervous smirk.
"Uh. You can put your finger down now."
Anithe shakes her head.
"Nuh-uh. The second I move my hand, you're just gonna-"
Clover lifts her nose off of Anithe's finger, and just as the ranger suspected, the sneeze picks up where it left off.
"Uh oh... I... Ah... Ahh... Ahhh...!"
Rolling her eyes, Anithe stands up. She keeps her finger in place, lifting Clover up by her nose, and she leads her strange new friend over to the nearby pond. Clover's footsteps are clumsy, but she allows herself to be guided. Anithe carefully steps behind Clover, holds her by her shoulders, and aims her at the water.
"Ah-Ahhh-CHOOOO!!!"
A fireball explodes from Clover's nostrils, detonating just above the surface of the pond. Anithe silently buries the urge to shove her into the water. Maybe another time.
