"This is no damn playground, get lost, brat."

"Here for the Circus, are we?"

My peeps who I'm torturing tagging in this thing: unholy-keyblader , norteport , 00mogar , typhisol , ansxm , drunk-as-dicks

There Matthew was out in the falling snow, watching the flakes dance and glimmer in the light of the street lamps. Of the Water Gods he was known to specialize in bringing winter weather, his big mooselike horns easily distinguishable even from a distance, becoming something he was known for. Those... And his violet eyes, which darted around when he heard someone nearby. Drying his tears quickly, and wearing a fake smile. "Hello?"

Of course being a sensitive and trustworthy male would earn him much respect. Though being so weak had it's times as well. The day was crisp, fresh and airy. Not much would happen except for the spotting of a dropped wallet. Moments after the wallet was dropped, Emi's hand went to grab the valuable object and quickly run after the individual. "P-Pardon me, but you dropped this." He murmured quietly, the hand with the wallet was extended out.

[The small flame elemental had been standing there for a good few minutes, working up some ounce of courage to speak first.]