#windwent

Roxas looked between the fire and the other blond, chewing on his cheek. The stove was on fire. Not the pan. THE STOVE. Before he could ask how Ventus had managed that, his previous question was answered. Though it earned cerulean eyes narrowing and arms crossing. 

“Hey, Ven? Can I ask you a favor?” Riku shuffled on his feet, arm rubbing his bicep. He knew he suddenly barged into Ven’s space in the gummihangar but it was best if he discussed this in person. After all, they both had been prone to going off on solo ventures, fixing the worlds and finding those they lost, but Riku couldn’t do this alone. 

He took a breath. “I need your help with something. It’s okay if you can’t do it -- but I’d really appreciate it if you could.”

(Last Day to Get Pied, Son!)

“Come to see if you can manage to make up for the sad performance of yourself and your double, are you? Hah... Don’t make me laugh.”

Result: 1! (CRIT FAIL)

Somehow (and Valter wasn’t completely sure of HOW this was possible) but the pie somehow got caught in the sling during launch. Valter watched, awestruck, as the pie flailed about in the sling for a few seconds, then as the beam rocked back to right itself, whipped the pie BACK into the sky-knight’s face.

Valter was silent for a few seconds, replaying the hilarious scene in his mind three or four times. And, before he knew it, he was on the ground. Writhing and kicking and SCREAMING with hysterical laughter.

(( Camilla vc: u need hugs ~fairelance ))

Oh, uh, if you wanted it chilled, I’ll do it right away!

“Good question! So long as there’s some variation – be it hairstyle, scars, anything else – we’ll treat an MU as a separate character altogether. Of course, if you end up havin’ the same name, we recommend you give us some sorta nickname that can easily be referenced, if only temporarily.”

“For instance, if there are three MU’s on a team who all look different from each other but are all named Corrin, you’ll need to come up with a nickname to distinguish yourselves when submitting a team.”

    ❝ I DON’T WANNA BE ANYONE’S KID !!!!!! ❞

“Ven..”

His tone was disapproval, a set frown making his expression. Though try as he might to fully capture the essence of a responsible adult figure, his eyes alit humorously at the sight he beheld. Upon hearing Terra’s door open so suddenly to catch the little sneak in the act, Ventus seemingly thought it necessary to freeze in place like a statue, his eyes staring wide like a deer caught in a headlight. His posture was of course like that of your stereotypical thief; back hunched forward, hands splayed out in front of him, and feet on its tiptoes as if the motion made him all the more sneakier. It did not, but it was funny to look at.