#tallorc

MILK IS FOR BABIES. I POUR SODA INTO MY CEREALS

The dream starts with the cat being crouched, attentively watching a small bird nearby. He’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to launch himself at the poor prey....

And there he goes! With a quick movement, he grabs the poor unfortunate animal in his teeth. The bird doesn’t seem to be dead yet, but it’s clearly agonizing in pain, with a broken wing, it surely won’t last long.

The cat then walks over to a tall man with a blond, spiky hair and a red suit. The man, as usual is looking sad. Sissel approches him calmly and drops the bird at his feet, meowing softly to get his attention.

“I caught this for you. You must eat, Yomiel.” He thought his human friend was sad because he wasn’t eating anything. He didn’t understand the poor condition the man was in, stuck in a state between life and death and that food didn’t mean anything to him, but the small feline wanted to cheer him up.

There’s a smile and a soft laugh coming from the man in red as he crouches down to catch the prey and scratch behind the cat’s ears. “Thank, you, buddy. I don’t think I’ll eat this but... It’s nice that you worry about me.” 

Orcs are completely new to Nanao as she only knows Hollows, Fullbrings, Arrancer and others related to Seireitei. Nanao was actually not disgusted on him. She’s just... curious about what kind of race he is.

Was there any reiatsu she felt? Sadly a little.

“Well, actually it’s Balbok.” To be fair, he didn’t remember the other’s name properly anymore either. Lupin, Lupus, not quite the same. Although Balbok doesn’t know about the meaning behind either of the names they called each other, which is why he’s just shrugging it off. “Nice to see you again, Lupin. “

He looks around briefly, still holding the gifted plushie tightly under his arm. There’s a smile on his face now, because seeing everione in good spirits is a nice change for all the exhausting adventures he’s been through. “SpiraleFES? What does that mean? It sure seems nice, though.”

“Long and short of it, my tall friend, it’s a festival to celebrate summertime! It’s warm, there’re games and food and all kinds of festivities taking place!”  Lupin gestured for the orc to follow alongside him as he continued off.  “Careful of the games though, some of those carnies like to rip us off.”

Huh, that’s a tall-ass Goblin. She really wasn’t paying attention to much today since no one was out for blood (for once) so she was actively walking around without a care in the world. Part-Time job finished, prototypes submitted, it was a pretty calming day. Though when she saw the tall, very green man that was the first thing that came into her head.

Which immediately came with the thought that Goblins are short, gremlin-like little bastards and he wasn’t. 

“Ah hey! WATCH OUT!” When he said that he was going to test the limits of his Shadow Stepping and how impact could affect his physical body, he didn’t mean to do it in the most reckless way possible. But at least he had emergency landing techniques. Falling on someone from several feet in the air wasn’t one of them! 

Ranma was just lurking around Radiale until he noticed an orc. But what was an orc doing in this place? He’d better know but he, somehow hoped that this orc isn’t kill for bloodshed and the braided man not hoping for a senseless fight.