#puzzledcards

[hopembodied-a]

@puzzledcards ♡’d for a starter

There’s a soft chitter in her throat, a sweet noise that reverberates for a moment— cheery little smile on her face. “Huh? Wha... What d’ya mean you’ve never heard of it before?” Her lips tug into a small pout, just briefly, before her smile’s back again with an enthusiastic wave of her hands. “Alright then, I guess I’ll have to help you, then!” That’s what friends do for each other ( she thinks, anyhow ).

[encompassion]

      ❛ wait! you dropped this! ❜ 

a card lays at her feet as a boy --  the owner, she’s concluded -- walks ahead of her, oblivious to the loss. she looks it over after retrieving it, not recognizing the game it comes from. how odd -- she knew of many children’s games, card games included, and yet she’s never seen anything like the one in her hand. it appears to come from a trading card series, but she still doesn’t know which one. it doesn’t matter too much, but she finds it fascinating that it isn’t one of the hundreds of games registered in her memory. she examines the card a moment longer, curious, but relinquishes it after realizing she’s keeping him from continuing on with his day.

❛ oh -- sorry. here. this is yours, isn’t it? ❜

@puzzledcards

[forgottenfourteenth]

@puzzledcards ♡’d for a starter

“...I’ve never seen anything like them before.” She admits with almost childlike wonder ( of course, she has seen decks of cards before, but not one like the one he possesses ). “Is that what makes you special?” That is all she knows, special or not; tool or weapon, puppet with little control of her own life in the end.