#tlnseltoes

[chaosnradios]

@tlnseltoes (Continued)-

“Ah yes, both such good sentiments. But.. surely you can’t protect everyone?”

Slowly, he circles her. Harmless walking, with an air of something else. Gloved fingers still toying with the pencil, lightly squishing the eraser between his thumbs.

“Not everyone needs protecting either. That’s why I’m here~ To prevent all the bad things from happening. Cause it really, really would be a shame if someone were to get hurt...”

A gentle sweep of his hand that settled on his chest, walking until he faced her again. Coming to a stop right in front of her. Grinning, his words a hidden threat as he leaned towards her. A threat for who? It was uncertain. Uncertain, if it was even a threat at all.

[slurrrped]

006. ~tlnseltoes

       if   she   had   a   heart,   it'd   be   thrice   its   size.     left positioned against the decorative throw pillows of merry ginger and snowfall, crackabella lies limp, staring at gaudy tinsel and green holly lining the cabin walls.   when cecelia climbs into her lap, she doesn't move.   her eyes roll, catch a glossy glimpse of the fireplace as they come to position, and glance downwards, studying elfin ears.   despite her size, she moves with elegant grace, slowly maneuvering her arms at the joints in order to wrap them around cecelia's middle.   an audible   mwah!   is heard as crimson smile makes contact with raven locks.

*   soft touch

[armadillo-fortnitedad]

"Hello Mr. Desert Man! How have you been, with all these changes and all?" ~tlnseltoes

“Well howdy~ I’ve been doin pretty well Ms. Frog Catcher. I still have my desert home so I don’t mind the changes to much.”

He chuckles and gives a shrug.

@tlnseltoes