darkness.

≼ ★ ≽ Wiggly fingers, she stares for a moment watching them. “Human beings are pretty wicked in general.” She replies simply, giving a nod. “True, true. Smiles kinda make people’s eyes sparkle, it’s odd sometimes.”

                If wiggly fingers distract her then she's in for a bunch of distracting moments. "Are they?" Chie asks. "That's sad, isn't it?" To her it was, anyway. "I agree! It's nice sometimes too though -- especially if it's someone you like."

≼ ★ ≽ “It would be a man to say that—… joking, joking. Smiles are pretty though.”

                Chie held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Men are wicked creatures, aren't they?" She asks but she was only teasing. "Smiles are very pretty! They bring out a person's eyes." Mhm.

≼ ★ ≽ “A smile is only as fake as the person who’s wearing it~”

                "Once a man told me; a smiling woman is the prettiest woman."

{≾∯≿} ;;   “No…marshmallows look nasty if we overcook it.” Aidan and his hatred for burnt food. Except if he willingly burns it whilst cooking—that’s a different story. What good is a vampire whom only knows to mar things, not protect or nurture? Aidan sets his sights back onto the shares, picking them up, and placing the leftovers inside the myriads of pockets. “We have to use bird meat—…”

                Instant sparkle. "A bonfire?!" That's all she got out of that. "Can we roast marshmallows over it?" She asks. "You know, to commence sending it over to the next world." Chie balances on the heels of her feet. "It'll be like killing three birds with one stone. Good for the plants, good for ourher stomachs, and for the passing of the pink bird." Mhm, makes total sense.

                "Couldn't talk because it wasn't smart like us." Chie says with a humming tone to her voice. The young weapon balanced on one foot with her arms at her sides while he's finishing off the tacky object. "We should celebrate its early demise."

{≾∯≿}  ;;   “WHOA! It’s a talking frog!” Exclaimed the delusional vampire when he turned around. “So, if I speak their language, they’ll understand me?”

                "Yes, I'm a magical talking frog that has come to save you from this oh so very rude flamingo!" Chie please don't confuse him anymore than he already is. "Indeed they will or maybe they're deaf." Um, how about -- plastic.

{≾∯≿}  ;;   “Why’re you not talking back?” Aidan, that’s one of those tacky flamingo garden decorations…

                Pokes out from behind him. "Maybe you have to talk its language." Says the small girl in the frog suit. Chie then thought for a moment. "Like-- s q u a w k!!"

{≾∯≿}  ;;   There’s a scowl that formed on the surly raven’s face. “You speak like a clergyman,” he commented, fingers rubbing a ripped portion of his ratty scarf. It is evident they held opposing beliefs, the more she meandered. The fingers ceased their seemingly mechanical movements. “You’re a little too optimistic. I swear ‘m not a pessimist…ah, these terms. I only use them because humans are fond of this duality. The ‘good guys’ always have to beat the ‘bad guys’. No underaged smoking. Jaywalking is an offense; I digress. We’re in it for ourselves—besides, people whom say doing nice things for others make themselves happy…is that not selfishness? You made them happy for your sake, too.”