"OI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" And Kugisaki reaches to pull at OwO's cheeks. "OPEN your MOUTH. That's NOT something to eat, dammit!"Why is OwO's mouth shut tight! She never shuts up, but when she's got something questionable in her mouth, she doesn't want to unhinge her jaws!?

❅ : the head she carried was certainly a sight. what to do about the girl carrying it, though... she was staring back at weiss, who quickly looked away out of embarrassment. curiosity was no excuse for rude behavior, but who could blame anyone for staring at one of the denizens of the island when they were all so different?

"....Is this some kind of joke?" She's a little annoyed, mainly because she already looks the part, right? The eyepatch and all. OF COURSE she's glitched to the shipwreck. "Tch, all I'll need is the captain's coat or something." Whatever.

Dropped for you!

"Clive and Joshua? A very long time ago... When I was a child."

It feels like eons ago at this point. So much has happened since she was first taken in as a ward, good and bad. Her smile is fond regardless.

"We were separated for many years, but now we get to spend a lot of time together here on this island. It's strange how it all happened."

She wonders sometimes about what will happen when they break free of this place. The time spent here is allowing them to deepen their bonds - Will that all go away? With a shake of her head she reminds herself that those are thoughts for later, not when someone is simply asking her a question.

It's by a small accident (perhaps will of Fate, if she's being generous), that Eira's found herself surrounded by such entertainment here in the heart of the city. Buildings, sounds, people, anything and everything she certainly does not recognize. But it makes her heart nearly flutter in excitement. The lights, the everything about the world is overwhelmingly new, and though she's quick on her feat, her eyes are much slower to absorb such splendor.

It's in the wake of this revelation that she scans the surroundings, bright and wide eyes landing upon a nearby passerby. She nearly leaps forward, something akin to a dash found half way between a dance step.

" Many hellos and greetings! Have you mayhap any idea what these ones - " she gestures to the lights of theaters and effects and movies and everything new and bright and loud, " - these ones! Are called? And what those ones are? This one has only just arrived and already derives much fascination! "

“Hardly any time at all since I've make my grand reappearance and already I am pulled against my will into an alleyway and being greeted by adoring fans! Allow me to say that I am both pleased and flattered you remember me, for I do but aim to make a lasting impression. ” Fandaniel places a hand to his heart and says this with a fake tear and no small amount irony after the gentlemen surrounding him make it all to clear that they recognize him. Actually…gentlemen doesn't quite accurately describe this particular band of unhappy fellows. Pissed off thugs with unfinished business is more like it. Thugs with spiked bats, and he, tragically, was wanting for powers at the moment.

The situation is comical, but highly inconvenient. Luckily, even at this ungodly hour, tiny footsteps of someone can be heard. His gaze flickers over just in time to see the figure of a small girl passing the mouth of the alleyway. He wonders: Would this little lady play along? We could make a riveting scene out of this, you and I.

Please excuse him. Really. He's come out to Cotes because big, lush, green places like this are not at all common where he's from, and Roland's maybe quite obviously surprised and impressed in equal measure as he pokes around the area. He doesn't explore too far from the train that got him here since he's ever a cautious sort, but he's got to hand it to the creators of this place--it's got a level of ingenuity that rivals his home.

He doesn't trust the pixies though. Not one inch. Those things remind him of Fairy Festival and he knows all about what that Abnormality is actually like. Cute things are not to be trusted.

That includes cute kids. Someone's prancing up ahead and has dropped something without even realizing it.

...Literally everything inside of him is telling him to just not say anything and let her continue on her way, but he sighs, bending down to pick up the bag.