#enbloch

"Did you know that butterflies drink from mud puddles? There's actually a name for it: mud-puddling. We see butterflies as these beautiful specters of nature, void of any filth, but they can be just as disgusting as humans are. Kind of interesting to think about, I guess." Pulling the sucker from her lips, Momoka tilts her head so her neck cranes to the side, speculative. Sliding it back through tacky lips, she grins around the candy. "Who're you?"

       Quinn was in the middle of opening his pen when he looked up to find a child having a rather loud temper tantrum. The mother was frantically trying to calm him down by promising him things but it didn't seem to be working. The redhead made himself comfortable on the park bench he had inhabited as he shook his head. He had never treated his mother like that but then again children will be children. "Poor mother," He muttered to himself as he finished opening his pen.