#quirrel 02

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“Grass whistle? Of course I know how to make one,” Shadow says. Of course, precisely because it’s an unnecessary skill, he hasn’t even heard of a grass whistle before now. If he were to guess though, it sounds simple--and the idea that he doesn’t know something simple makes a knot of shame form in his gut. 

He still has to tilt his head up a little to look Quirrel in the eye, but not nearly enough to have to crane his neck like he usually has to. “Show me how you make it. Just so I know you’re doing it right.”

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If there was anything Dante was not used to, it was the beach. So, when they saw it as an option with Nommin Isle, they were eager to pick it. As such, it was hard to find them trying to dig into the sand.

However, when they caught sight of a familiar pillbug, like an excited child, they were bounding over to him, almost toppling to poor bug over in their excitement.

Quirel. You have acquired a companion, what will you do?

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The summer heat makes dressing as formally as Saint-Germain tends to quite an annoyance. Even without her coat, her shirt is designed with cold weather in mind far more than the sun, and so she’s decided she needs to suck it up and try and find something a bit lighter. With all these stalls out and about, she’s bound to find one actually selling human clothing at some point, isn’t she?

This is definitely a battle she’ll lose.

As she wanders (a little aimless, all things considered) through the stalls, she doesn’t take much time to look at these odd trinkets. For the most part, there’s nothing interesting--the human clothing she’s seen certainly isn’t fitting for her tastes. As she starts to give up hope, though, she glances around again, and spots someone she actually recognizes--though the feeling that washes over her after isn’t a particularly positive one. A large bug--though now, she supposes, she’s far larger than he is--is staring at some of the masks hanging in one of the stalls, tapping his foot. The shame of being known as a child--the horrible dread that threatened to drag her into an even deeper despair than she was already dealing with--it was a lot, really. That strangers had seen her in that state--she didn’t care that they had been kind, because that kindness was something she couldn’t abide by. What can she do, run away?

It’s not like she’s too recognizable from appearance alone, anyway.

Normally, she would just briskly walk off, ignoring the feelings brewing within her. But as the bug continues to stare, she wonders--does he not have the money...? And after he had shared a meal with her, it would only be fair to repay that kindness, one way or another, even if he didn’t know why he was being given it. So she steps forward, and looks down at him, clearing her throat. “Are you looking to purchase one of these masks? I have quite a bit of spare cash, if you’re low on that.”