Apr 28, 2016
@magiteking
“Well that’s no good. That isn’t good at all. I can’t allow it.”
The voice had come from a cross-armed Achilles, his orange gaze peering down onto the blonde mage. He had a look of actual concern; strange, considering they were strangers. But he was not one to ignore such sullen frowning, especially from someone as delicate-looking as her.
“It’s a nice day out, and you don’t have a smile on?” Green tufts of hair swayed as he shook his head. “You know, even a place as depressing as this awful city can warrant some smiles. You have to. You never know when it’ll be your last, you know? So, what’s your name, girl?”
