#parfumeuses

𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ▓ ❛  How are you holding up ?  ❜ @parfumeuses

Diego's mood is soured by his placement in the fourth race, distress and frustration were masqueraded with a look of disinterest as the woman approaches⸻just WHO did she think she was? a 'tsk' is the initial response, one hand finding purchase on his hip as he gestures at her with a mane brush.

❝. . .and why does it matter to you ? ❞ A brow merely lifts as his cerulean eyes narrow, his approach slow as he leaves Silver Bullet's side who seems unbothered as he eats from the trough. ❝ Don't tell me you've come to give me sympathy, I'm not that stupid. ❞ immediately he is defensive as he stops but a few feet away, his head tilting as he looks her up and down. ❝ What do you want ? ❞

          adeus   watches   the   world   from   the   top   of   the   tree,   standing   on   the   branch   leaning   forward   a   bit.   it   was   far   different   than   he   was   used   to.   so   much   more   open,   so   many   new   things   that   he   had   no   idea   about.   the   vision   that   he   found   at   his   casket   when   he   rose   now   glowing   softly   with   a   green   glow,   pinned   to   his   cloak.   the   power   that   he   gained   from   it   was   exceptionally   useful,   but   he   was   still   attempting   to   get   an   understanding   of   what   it   truly   was   and   how   it   worked.  

          well,   it   did   what   he   needed   to   do   to   get   out   of   predicaments,   so   he   supposes   that’s   all   he   needs   to   know   at   the   moment.

          birds   fly   overhead,   and   a   look   of   awe   immediately   spreads   across   his   features,   excitedly   glancing   upward.   only   to   hear   a   voice   call   him   from   below.   quickly   glancing   down,   he   looses   his   footing   and   falls.  

          only   for   a   cushion   of   air   to   protect   him   right   as   he   nears   the   ground.   hoping   up,   adeus   brushes   his   pants   of   nonexistent   dirt.  

𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺▓ ❛I would like to know what I can do to help. ❜ @parfumeuses

Lime orbs watch the woman, brows knitted in curiosity though he doesn't seem to be too perturbed by her approach, ❝ Nyoh ho-ho~ A little lady offering me some help? I can think of a few things, dolcezza. . .❞ Gyro's words draped in an Italian accent are left suggestive as he chortles, his words held with assurance as he turns towards her. ❝ Lost my map the other day⸻lady luck guided me this far but. . .if you have a spare that'd be mighty handy. I could pay you back depending on what you're looking for. I believe in even exchanges, ya know? that way we both walk away satisfied.❞ Gyro would lift an arm, an index finger flicking at the brim of his hat to lift it a few inches as he leaned against his horse, his long sandy locks blowing with the breeze. ❝ Whadda ya say? we got a deal, little lady ? ❞

the way he's able to block out the noise of bashing a zombie in the head should be rather concerning but his future self will deal with that. now that his obstacle was dealt with, steve knocks on the door that led inside a diner. "hey, is anyone in here?!" he called out, the more people he finds, the better.

not hearing any response, not ones that involves the living, steve moves down to the next building. "oi!" he calls out. "anyone still alive out here?!"

"Just a little farther! No peeking!"

Niamh was leading Manon by the hand, being careful to make sure that her friend didn't trip as she led her through the field. It wasn't long before they came upon Niamh's surprise - a picnic she'd set up for the two of them.

long lashes flutter as   starry violets   examine the offering ,   kakyoin’s slender fingers unfurling to accept the charmingly wrapped sweet from manon’s thoughtful hands .   “   you made this yourself ??   ”   he asks ,   though he knows the answer .   it could simply be   disbelief   that causes him to pose rhetorical questions   ━━━━   he’s not one to take authentically kind gestures for granted ,   given that he’d so rarely encountered them in his most formative years .

@parfumeuses sent in: idfk how manon would know its his birthday (probably she just asked??? along w any allergies) but the birthday boy gets little strawberry rhubarb tarts!