#asterlly

send !! for a description of your muse from jiminy’s perspective

"huh?"

As is far too common, Jiminy has his head buried in his writing - a preoccupation that isn't such a problem when he's catching a ride on someone's shoulder, but gets a little dicier when he's poking around on his own. Even then, he sticks well off to the side of busy pathways. Relatively inexperienced with humans though he may be, he knows enough to know they don't watch where they're going... though the same could probably be said about him.

He doesn't notice anyone is standing over near the building he's sticking close to until he plows headfirst into the back of a heel, toppling over less-than-gracefully before immediately hopping back up to his feet to retrieve his pen.

To say she was confused would have been an understatement. Unsure of what to do, Strelitzia stood there in the arms of a stranger, her shoulders stiff and hands at her side in an awkward refusal to hug her back. She didn't know what she was supposed to do in this situation or if she was supposed to address her. Her gaze eventually flickered upward in an attempt to see the other woman's face; to try and gauge her expression or emotions.

"Uhm..." Strelitzia tried to wriggle out of her embrace, but soon paused when sympathy started to outweigh her confusion. There was a reason this strange woman was hugging her, right? As far as she was concerned, they didn't know each other, but as time had passed, Strelitzia had come to learn that Quadratum was a strange place with plenty of people who had their own stories.

question for Axel: “A little birdie told me you went to the Saw Con this past week, is this true?”

   “And that’s why you shouldn’t listen to random wildlife, even if it seems like quite a few people I’ve met do...”

"I do not believe I know you."

His voice was calm - smooth and easy - but there was no denying the way the man's eyes were slightly narrowed with an expression of something a bit more intense than curiosity dancing behind his gaze. His hands were locked tightly behind his back and, dressed in the casual business attire, he looked almost harmless. Little more than a curious old man trying to greet a young woman and help her feel at home.

The building she had stepped inside was a business center in the heart of Quadratum. It was where he called home now, orchestrating his manipulations of the Warriors of Light from the single place that no one would ever think to look.