❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
sweet not sour
Charlotte squeaks as the brigand falls, clutching her axe to her chest like someone who doesn't know how to use it. Ugh, stole her chance to get some anger out. "Th-thank you! That was so scary, I thought for sure- huh!?"
Blonde hair. Stupid pose. His clothes were different, but there was no mistaking it.
"Odin?!"
The swordsman (since when did he know how to use a sword?) was already starting to leave. Oh no, definitely not buddy. Charlotte's hand shot out and grabbed him by the back of the collar, yanking him back.
"What was that? Since when do you sword fight? Nevermind. Where the hell have you been?!" Did him and Laslow and Selena seriously poof outta Nohr the second the war was over to go and play student?
She gives him a little shake. "Well? Come on! Fess up, buddy! In common, don't you start trying to distract me with your over the top bullshit monologues now!"
