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【 ✖ 】A splotch of violet passed him by, the sound of geta clacking against the sidewalk accompanying them. A third sound hit his ears, something along the lines of cloth sliding over itself. It seemed that someone had dropped their silk scarf. Picking up the pink material, Kuzuryuu quickly caught up to the violet haired person. “Uh, you dropped this, I think.”
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❀:: “… - ~ ! You’d be just perfect!” Starry-eyed, he’d smile brightly. “Little one, do you dance?”
“Dance? Nah.”
“You’re lookin’ at the fastest racer in all of Sugar Rush. M’names Vanellope.”
Sets a flower crown upon his head.
« ✗ » “....Huh? W-What’s the big idea?” Random flower crowns? This... this does not look good with his whole aesthetic.
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Wow... she was cute. Well, she was cute and looked cool. Perhaps it’s because her cloth remind him of something he had seen before? That had to be it, and that was his moment to try and strike up a conversation with this stranger. “You won’t happen to know anyone name Mulan, would you?”
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24. Do you have nicknames/petnames for muses?
saionji: demon childrin: the furryhwoarang: whorewang
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Hands over one of the many flower crowns he made - this one is of red roses.
“Huh?” She takes the crown carefully, noting that there are no thorns left on it. “Is this... for me? But you shouldn’t go out of your way...”
"Aren't you just precious ~"
“Y’got that right, mister! I’m ADORABLE!”
There was something familiar about the way the performers moved on their makeshift stage.
He’d never seen them before--he was confident of that. How could he have, when a significant portion of this city’s residents had come from other worlds? No, the dancers and actors were certainly strangers, but the atmosphere and airs they exuded...they were a bit reminiscent, he thought, of the street performers that would occasionally pop up in his hometown. They’d always seemed so cheery, so jovial as they tried to bring smiles to children that generally had no future...
Rouga held no love for that hellhole of a place, but the nostalgia shows like this evoked...wasn’t so horrible.
“... Not too shabby.”
