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" I did meet some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me. "

Chara snorts softly at the bold statement, rolling their eyes as they bend down into the dirt, carefully checking on the flowers that they’ve been cultivating. These particular flowers are germaniums — and Chara knows that the autumn chill will be here soon enough to break the flowers back down into the soil. They want to make sure their flowers are ready to turn over and flourish again in spring.

It is silent in Zazie's head - save for their own singular thoughts. Annoying, and concerning. Disorenting, they might even say if they were particularly asked about it.

But they had seen on the piece of what Humans had called "Lost Technology" that the beings that ran this place had oh so graciously given them that Knives was here. It didn't tell them where to find the Plant, but they knew his proclivities.

So the lanky, teenaged host body had set out on a mission to find Knives... specifically to annoy him. If they were stuck here without their entire network, then they'll just have to figure things out the way Humans had to.

Knives would hear the buzzing of the wings before they saw the host of the Worms set on the ground next to them. The mask peels away to reveal a smirk on the teen's face, pupils slitted in that familiar beastial look.

He shouldn't even be here.

This half-hearted daytime visit to a certain house in Fibonacci had enough of an often-trodded path for his walk to be automatic. It left ample room for doubt-filled daydreams, second guesses that slowed or hurried his pace here and there.

Lost only in figurative direction, reluctant steps later stumble—then stop—directly into the errant path of fate.

The unexpected sight of his twin at a near-distance severed any haze of reverie, then; in the many nightmares that had plagued the Typhoon for years on end, this encounter was never so mundane.

This time, his brother's alone. The scar wrapped around his neck... It's missing, leaving Vash to be its sole inheritor.

Through the flash of shock and recognition, the marksman's mind races through threat assessment, a plan of action, follow-through.

She sits at the center of the botanical garden. The gentle drizzle of rain relaxes her body somewhat and clears her mind for the most part.

Small pebbles float around her lazily, and one by one, she's tossing them into a small pond and watches as each pebble tossed skips along the pond once, twice, then three times before it sinks into the waters.

Haru used to follow the pebbles. He used to love watching her do this.

Hazel brown eyes blink their focus away from the pond and land on a blond figure. At first, when her eyes have yet to focus, she almost mistakes the figure for Vash. However, they are NOT the same. His energy is.....

off.

"Good afternoon."

While it was not as cold here as it had been other places, Namine is still huddled in just her soft blue scarf. No parka in sight. But she had heard about what was going on here around this Eternal Tree, and she knew she had to see it for herself.

The young blonde girl stares up in awe at the mischevious little sweet treats bouncing around. Running into things, knocking stuff over, and pelting themselves into passers-by. It feels too surreal.

Until she sees one pelt itself right into a blonde, spikey haired male’s face. The young Nobody trots up to him, already concerned.

"Oh?"

It's been an eventful week for Millie Thompson. Landing in a foreign place with no idea how you got there? Not par for the course for a normal girl who's just done her best to do right by her family, her friends, and her self, and has no greater aspirations than that. Especially eventful considering the place she landed in has water and plant life and weather. And amenities of civilization and technology that Millie has scarcely dreamed of.

Meeting new people has been eventful, too. But then again, so has meeting the same people. Today proves to be no exception.

Hello! Glad you enjoy my works!

All About Teeth.

9) Is there a food texture your character can not stand, or a texture that they like?

Grainy, mealy textures are an absolute turn off for food. They provide very little intrigue and stimulation for his mouth. It's dull. It's boring. Most of the food that he ate during his servitude had that mouth feel: porridge, oats, grits, etc. He prefers textures that are more full bodied or varied-- something with a nice chew that he can rip into. Even though he likes 'easy to comprehend' foods, he still prefers that the texture has something going on with it.

10) Does your character smile with teeth? In what circumstance would it be acceptable for them to smile?