[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.
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[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.