The One With The Curliest Hair

I sure hope Ma and the others are holdin' their own...

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Just call me Donny Osmand {event|Anemone}

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Anemone cared little of the romantic affairs of others; to her, romance was currently something she wasn’t suited for. Could she use her charm and body to get whatever she wanted? Sure, that wasn’t beneath her. But actual romance? Oh, that was something she’d only considered in her dreams. A wonderful romance… If she could have that —

It would really be the best.

The lovey-dovey holiday that had swept the city made little impression upon Anemone, well, barring the increased amount of sweets to be sampled. She’d never been in a position where she could have a romantic relationship when she was a pawn of Dewey Novac’s, so such things had only crossed her mind as a fantasy. Yet, the holiday had caused her to realize that many things she was doing in this city were once also fantasies to her. It was… Perplexing.

But, Anemone was certain that copious amounts of discount chocolates could take her mind off of anything. Walking into yet another store to spend her money, the pilot browsed what was left of the on sale Valentine’s treats. She already had a few bags from other stores, but she had vowed to not leave a single store in the city untouched. However, a loud harping from outside the store suddenly distracted her from her noble quest. Walking out of the decorated entrance, the pilot peeked from the store’s corner to peer at the source of the voice.

Another one of this city’s weirdos, apparently.

"Hey, pothead, if you’re gonna yell at yourself, why don’t you do it somewhere else where you won’t bother me, okay?”

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     Oh, pig's tails.

     He's been spotted.

     It's a clash of joy and fear -- she saw him! But also. She saw him. Saw him acting like the biggest fool to ever have fooled before. Instinctively one hand rises to grab at his pot, fingers wrapped around the handle as if afraid it might fly off at any second.

     "I..." He lowers his eyes, face burning.

     "S-Sorry, Ma'am. I won't do nothin' no more t'bother ya..."

     He starts to turn with shame, when the impulsive idiocy of his heart screams for him to turn back around and say something to her. He follows it, turning and opening his mouth, but by the time he's done so someone's already walked beside him and the tangle of feet send him shot forward and splat on his front right in front of the girl.

     So smooth. 

[tealspells]

donnel doodle

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Just call me Donny Osmand {event|Anemone}

     They don't make 'em like that back in the village.

     Long pink hair, soft skin, long eyelashes curtaining striking blue eyes like someone had taken pieces of the sky and pooled them into little circular glasses. He was smitten. 

     He had to talk to her.

     But how? The only woman he could comfortably talk to without getting all weak in the knees was his mother... So is that what he should do? Go up to her and spin her some tales while requesting a homemade soup? No, Donny, pull it together.

     He peeks from within a small store he'd seen her walk into and catches his breath. Practice beforehand should do well.

     "Howdy Ma'am! Er uh. Hello, Ma-- Miss. S'abeautiful day out." He changes positions and ups his voice several octaves, flicking non-existent long locks of pink hair.

     "Ya dumb pig sloppin' hick! I don't wanna see y'all Er... You 'round here! Er..." And again, the switch.

     "I-I'm awful sorry, Miss. S'just you're so pretty an' all and, well, I thought I migh--" And again.

     "YA SMELL LIKE A DUMPY DOG JUST DUMPED HIS DOOKIN' IN A DOLLOP'A DOOK!" Oh, that one was loud...

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"Hey, Donny! Take a look at what I’ve got!"

No actual greeting or wondering how he got brought to the city, too— At least not yet, sorry, Donnel. But what she has in her hand is more important than that right now, anyway. 

The sticky hands she got from Santa. A chance to show them off to someone from home wasn’t an opportunity she was going to pass up, so without further ado, she wound her arm back, and then thrust it forward. In turn the toy flung out, and stuck itself to a nearby wall for a few seconds before letting go and coming back to her.

There had never been anything like this in Ylisse. Could anyone really blame her for being so fascinated by it? 

"Pretty neat, huh? Wanna try it?" 

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     Surprise, surprise. In the bowels of a beast's colon that was this city, out pops little miss Princess Sunshine. Donnel's eyes sparkle with excitement and discovery, fascinated by the strange toy. The likes of which he's never seen on the farm -- let alone, Ylisse!

     "Yeah!" Should he be, instead, asking why she's here? Fretting over the fact royalty is in his presence (even if she told him not to)? Probably.

     But boy does that gooey hand feel good in his own, and he gives it the ol' Tinhead chuck.

     But it lands in Lissa's face, and all of the sudden those worries start flooding back to the dry-mouthed farmer. "Uh..."

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     "HOO, DOGGY THAT'S A BIG A FISH IF I EVER SAW ONE!"

     ...He's gonna catch one. This is for you, Ma!

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          He’s very..sweet, she’ll give him that. ❝ Donny it is then. Calling me Ma’am makes me sound so old, like an old lady, so just call me Sakura. ❞

          ❝ Maybe instead of helping  me..I need to help you. You don’t seem to be very good at deciding gifts for others and here’s a little tip: don’t give anybody pies. Ever. ❞

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     "Alright, Sakura! S'a pleasure to meet'cha."

     "And, er... Well, that's mighty kind of you to give me advice an' all. Thanks?" Someone's not getting a friendship pie... Not that Donnel can bake in the first place. Life just keeps throwing you curve balls.

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            ━ ` ★ ⋱ »  ”How the hell do you eat ass?”

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     "Lemme tell you somethin': There ain't nothin' good about ass meat!"

     "When sweet ol' Molly the Mule had t'be put down for her dank leg, Ma' made a stew outta 'er and it was the most plum-tuck disgusting thing I ever done ate!"

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          ❝ …You know I’m starting to think that everything you’re suggesting isn’t a good idea, especially that last one. Maybe the death of your Uncle Sam is trying to tell us something…oh god. This has gotten way off topic, just forget it. What’s your name? ❞

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     City folk just don't understand, what with their city talk and walk and pink city hair.

     Uncle Sam was a hero.

     "The name's Donnel! Donnel Tinhead, Ma'am."

     "But most folks just call me Donny... You could too if y'like! What's yer's?"

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          ❝ Those all sound very strange..have you tried all these flavors of pie yourself? ❞

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     "Yes Ma'am!"

     "...Well, just about all'a them but the last. Uncle Sam died right durin' the makin' of it so we ain't never got to try ourselves a piece... Now that I think 'bout it, I suppose we can cross that one off the list fer yer friend."

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          Oh lord.. ❝ I don’t think he’d like something like..’possum pie’ though. Do you have any other suggestions..? Like, I really appreciate the thought but I don’t want to make him think I’m weird. ❞

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     "Well, shoot... I ain't never heard of a feller who don't like possum pie. Hmm."

     "There's always beaver pie, carrot n' egg pie, pig pie, rubarb pie, uncle sam's famous mystery-meat pie..."

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          ❝ I don’t suppose anyone would know what to get someone who’s pretty much indifferent to everything as a gift? ❞

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     "Back in my village, you could always guarantee a smile on the most grumpiest of gators with a fresh possum pie!"

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Aw, Pigplop. {closed|chelia}

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     It's a long explanation. That's what he'd tell someone, if anyone'd come by to ask. But it's been quite the stretch of time since Donnel's seen a pair of feet shuffle on by, and the sun's slowly getting sleepier each minute. 

     It wouldn't matter much, if he weren't stuck down in one of the gutters on the side of the street. (Like he'd say, it's a long story.)

     Imagine the chorus of angels that ring in his ears when he spots the shadow of someone coming by. The farmer's rushing in an instant, hollering from his spot in the leaky sewers and hoping they'd hear him through that slit between the curb.

     "HEEEEY! HEEY! DOWN HERE!"

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they’ll confirm or deny it.

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Like for a starter? Capping at 2 for now.

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“Probably not as much as you. I lent a hand but the main bulk of work was handled by the older guys," he admitted, admiring the pride that the other took in his work. 

“I got brought in because of Epona, my horse. Rounding the goats up was a lot easier with her help. I spent more time with the swordsman of the village. He was the closest thing to family I had and he taught me the basics of swordplay." He figured he’d stop the backstory prior to the world threatening twilight and his part in stopping it, unless the farmer pushed for it.

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     "Swordplay!" Donnel's eyes widen as he lets out an impressed whistle. "They ain't had nothin' like that back near our village, no sir. Wasn't 'till I joined up with the Shepards did I see any swordfightin' with my own two eyes." 

     He recalls a moment all the flashy weaponry, the shining armor, the merciless body odor as warriors practiced and fought. How he wished he could proudly fight beside them.

     "Y'think y'all could teach me a thing or two...?"

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A Tad Familiar||Donnel

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“Ahaha, what can I say, I work out."

Unfortunately though, despite how impressive her throw was, she didn’t exactly fulfill the necessary requirements for winning. Listening to his penalty, she nodded, a deal was a deal after all.

Hopping and twirling around, Meru got her dancing shoes on.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck~!"

Really, even though it should have been embarrassing, the expression on her face showed how much fun she was having.

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     Watching for a bit, Donnel shakes his head.

     He steps forward, waving his hands. "Wait, wait, waaaait a second now! That ain't how you do a chicken." He nods. "This is how you chicken."

     "CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK, BUCK-CAWK!" Soon the farmboy joins in, flapping bent elbows and pretending to scrape at pieces of nonexistent corn.