"If you find a girl you think is really strange... That's probably her." --Koiwai on his daughter.
Please read the "ABC!" section first. Independent Yotsubato! character roleplay blog. Multiverse, Fandom, and OC friendly. Tracking the tag "YotsubaIsHere".
This is a side blog, so I cannot follow back on it.
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If there was something that Yotsuba could ever regret, it would probably be that she didn’t bring her little satchel along with her on the trike up the forest hills. There was so much to explore and collect in the densely wooded area that she hoarded an impressive amount of nature’s finest acorns, pine cones, various shades of oak leaves, and other miscellaneous items. All had been either stuffed to the brim inside her pockets, or put into a makeshift basket that consisted of her hands holding up the edge of her dirt-covered baggy shirt.
“Oooh, that one’s super tiny! Super cute! Super duper!” Yotsuba’s eyes zoomed in and targeted another pile of acorn build-up, her little legs rushing up to it and picked up the most appealing sort to add to her ever-growing collection.
psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread.
”For a game o’ bulldogs, maybe!” The man is quite serious about his evil butt-kicking. That would explain why he came across seething like a roasted vegetable. A connoisseur of justice, he scoffed, turning up his nose at the broccoli-headed child.
And they had to cause a scene as well. The eyes bored into him so intensely that he sunk into his chair. He softened a tad, laughed a little even, although bitter. She was endearing, but business was business.
Rising awkwardly, Oser fumbled for tip change, shoved it across the table, and gestured to her: “Well, I’m out. Droppin’ you off wi’ your old man and that’s that.”
It took the child a moment to recollect her thoughts on what her next course of action would be. Yotsuba couldn't accurately gauge how serious adults are, especially when they were strangers, but her massive amount of energy kept her unable to leave this man alone--at least, without some sort of fun.
She grabbed onto the end of the man's shirt, determination sparkling in her eyes as she tucked back her water gun in her pants. "Mister No-Fun Superhero will have to use his superhero senses for that mission!"
No. No, no, no, no! Heroism was a calling of the utmost importance, and to a child, it was a game! Huffing steam, he eased the tension from his shoulders. He must have looked as daft as he felt.
A seemingly delusional man and a hyperactive child walk into a coffee shop—that’s it. That’s the punchline. What dad joke is this.
”Look ‘ere, scruff,” he said with a deadly point, squinting, “when I say villainous scum, I mean the biggest, baddest rogues this side’a the radioactive goop. Ain’t no business for a kid. Now c’mon, I’ll take you to your da if I ‘ave to.”
"But, but! I have my handy dandy water pistol!" The little girl took out said pistol from the tucked side of her pants, raising it for the taller one to see. "Daddy says all I have to do is fill it back up with water and I'm ready for evil-butt kicking action!"
Cue the big puppy eyes. Cue everyone looking at Oser in that weird judging, critical way from society with love.
"Ah! Hello again!" The Doctor swung on the tree branch and hung by the crooks of his legs, staring upside down at the little girl. A pair of binoculars clapped him in the face. "Ow--! Uh, hello! It's 'Yotsuba', isn't it?"
"Whoa!!" She shot her arms up high into the sky in surprise upon the sudden appearance of the Doctor, but soon, they were waved around in excitement. "Yeah!! And you’re… you’re…!!
"What?" The Doctor’s smile twitched and he started laughing so hard that he almost fell out of the tree which, he had to be honest, wouldn’t have been much fun. Once he finally caught his breath he flipped right-side up and jumped down. "No, I’m the Doctor, remember?"
"Oh! That's it! The super adultly-adult Doctor!" Yotsuba tapped her forehead with her palm, before crossing her arms and nodding, a serious look on her face. "Yes, you have grown up secret business going on, huh? That's why you have those funny looking things around your neck! Like a spy does!"
"--Wait, don't tell me you're here for my bounty! I've got a wife! And kids!" Obviously, someone's been watching too much yakuza movies.
"Ah! Hello again!" The Doctor swung on the tree branch and hung by the crooks of his legs, staring upside down at the little girl. A pair of binoculars clapped him in the face. "Ow--! Uh, hello! It's 'Yotsuba', isn't it?"
"Whoa!!" She shot her arms up high into the sky in surprise upon the sudden appearance of the Doctor, but soon, they were waved around in excitement. "Yeah!! And you're... you're...!!
"She's camping with her family right now! And Daddy is still working." The little girl vigorously jumps up and down, pumped up for an adventure with the stranger. "Let's go catch bad guys, Mister! Like Danbo, my super robot missile friend!"
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Yotsuba's father left her with the important task of buying some things from the local convenience store while he worked with her handy dandy bag, and although a regular round trip would have been only fifteen minutes, the closest 7/11 was closed for maintenance, letting the green-haired child wander about for another store that was hopefully around and open.
But what she found instead was of a man in red standing nearby, capturing her attention. She tried for his own with her free hand grabbing onto the back of his clothes, tugging.
"Mister Santa, do you know another 7/11 around here?"
"Hmmm, that's good!" She circles around the other, looking him up and down before stopping in front of him. "Yep! You look in tip top shape! No nose drool in sight!"
