đź’šTis a day of mischief, and the olive Wrecker has made it his mission to personally pinch every non-green being he can get his mits on.
Reaching down, he gives one of her willowy arms a gentle pinch, not wanting to overdo it and damage her. She is so slight. "Sorry Mournie, yer not wearing green and thems the rules. Happy St. Patrick's Day."
The initial shock of suddenly being pinched made her jolt, but it was instantly calmed once she realized who the culprit was. Her aghast look immediately went back to her usual smile as she started to emanate with soft tittering.
“It is…?” Mourningstar nonchalantly, yet highly curiously asked.



















