#uranium-plum

Tasmin was pleasantly accompanied by Plum, her small and usually wary stature much more at ease with her than it was with a lot of the city folk. It was just something about her. She had a certain easiness on the mind. ❝Oh, I’m fine! And that’s alright. In this city, all tourists are alarmed. It’s natural.❞ she shrugged, but sported a gentle smile, all the way.

“Never claimed to be a human, to hearts, from the planet Gallifrey. I have a feeling that you aren’t human either because my TARDIS picked up another alien life form around here and you’re the only other living being sentient enough to be it.” Bylia said, with a smile.

A redheded young man noticed her as he was walking through the park. He came up and asked, “Need help with something?”

“I’m just wearing my armor, not quite as nice as it used to be but I assume that it is better than what a human can make.” The elf spoke, looking down at the woman. 

[火災]➥         ❝Six-a months?!❞ And out came two bowls of pasta, stacked on top of one another. ❝Mumamia, we need to get-a you fed! Here, let’s-a start with this-a pasta! Then we’ll move onto spaghetti and-a ravioli!❞ Six months....How is she even standing?