#cartoonstart

azula’s red stilettos clicked against the pavement, her long dark locks bouncing with every stride. she continued to walk, as the cool wind blew against her satin dress. she found herself turning a corner when a figure stood before her, forcing her into a halt. “you’re in my way,” she drawled, her lips curling into a smirk."i suggest you get out of it."

“Come on, be a little adventurous,” Oliver spoke and rolled his eyes at the words coming from the other as they sat on the opposite side of him in the bar that he worked at. Pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, he leaned against the counter after throwing the dirty piece of cloth onto his shoulder. “Honestly, it’s not that dangerous,” he said and rolled his eyes, though the smirk on his lips never once faltered. “I mean, it’s a bit of a hike, but I’ve been told that Lake Pontchartrain is supposed to be one of the most beautiful lakes closest to New Orleans.” 

Peter had woken up really early that morning, and honestly, he had felt a little weird from the second he put his feet down on the floor. He had no idea why, but he guessed it was that he was starting to get a little sick. He had felt like there was a bug creeping for a while now and it was probably why he had the out of body feeling since he woke up. He was waiting in line to grab a hot chocolate at the local coffee shop and he could barely keep his eyes open. He blinked furiously, and felt someone knock into him a little, which startled him. Turning on his feet, Peter looked at the person who had stood behind him and he looked through one open eye. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention,” he said and yawned, quickly covering his mouth before a tired laugh followed, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”