#timeond

instinctually  the  wyrm  ducks  and  weaves,  colorful  confectionaries  whizzing  past  their  FACE.  eventually,  one  smacks  their  cheek  with  an  audible  splat.  ah.  sustenance.  (  the  poffin  slowly  slides  to  the  ground.  )  they  snap  up  the  next  like  a  ravenous  bird.

. . .  betrayal.  it's  spicy.

"Well, you get to pick what to show off. Your favourite part of yourself! Contest with whatever your favourite feature is."

looks  at  dawn.  looks  at  her  outstretched  hand...  tips  the  bag  of  cocoa  mix  over  and  pours  a  sizable  PILE  into  her  palm.

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are you trying to say that i remind you of clark kent somehow?

[ he’s quiet, obviously trying to digest this assumption. was this a compliment, or was it another person trying to tease him? hm. ]

@timeond​ asked     .     Oh she absolutely takes the challenge. Like a Mankey to a cliffside, Dawn is climbing Godiva as quickly as she can, balancing on her shoulders, Dawn's standing on them. "I could use a ladder like you!"

‘ eh? ’

the ex grunt is startled if it wasn’t clear, she didn’t really expect to be used as a climbing tree today. it’s not like dawn is heavy for her, godiva is a very sturdy woman, but the sudden climbing and pulling on her clothes and limbs. she tightens her muscles and readjusts her footing as the smaller one balanced on her shoulder. she gives an awkward laugh.