Wolf_Goddess
The pen is mightier...
- 1,606
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 33
- In a world where only dreams exist...
- Seen Sep 5, 2010
((Yes, she should start hugging people...or someone could shove someone into her accidentally! ^.^))
"Ha-?" Mikka said, standing there, her face blushing furiously as Axel said that. "Of course I don't, I hate you ****ed twins...and don't go flirting over to her!" she whines, stamping her feet.
"I thought you told me once you never liked to make a scene..." Lyon says to the Cat, appearing suddenly behind her. He picks out water from his ear using his index finger. He grins, looking down on top of Mikka's firey orange top, and places a moist hand upon her head.
"Hey, stoppit Lyon!" she growls, whacking Lyon's hand off of her cranuim. However, she gives him a look of neither hatred nor of liking. But, it was rather a look of understanding at what he had just said.
'It isn't my fault...I never want to create a scene...' the girl says, buttoning up her shirt. Mikka casts a look at Lyon, who was cowering in the corner in utter fear, the bracelet still in his hand. He was shaking with fear from what he had just seen, and his eyes were wide when Mikka took it from his fingers and placed it around her hand. She did not wear a braid during this time, her hair cut short into a bob cut suitable for girls. She was ten, he twelve, and they had been playing roughly in the backyard of Lyon's house when it had happened.
He grabbed her wrist and the bracelet slid off in his fingers and... well, the rest was preictable. Sighing, the girl turns and flees from him.
'Wai-' calls out Lyon, but she was gone.
"Ha-?" Mikka said, standing there, her face blushing furiously as Axel said that. "Of course I don't, I hate you ****ed twins...and don't go flirting over to her!" she whines, stamping her feet.
"I thought you told me once you never liked to make a scene..." Lyon says to the Cat, appearing suddenly behind her. He picks out water from his ear using his index finger. He grins, looking down on top of Mikka's firey orange top, and places a moist hand upon her head.
"Hey, stoppit Lyon!" she growls, whacking Lyon's hand off of her cranuim. However, she gives him a look of neither hatred nor of liking. But, it was rather a look of understanding at what he had just said.
'It isn't my fault...I never want to create a scene...' the girl says, buttoning up her shirt. Mikka casts a look at Lyon, who was cowering in the corner in utter fear, the bracelet still in his hand. He was shaking with fear from what he had just seen, and his eyes were wide when Mikka took it from his fingers and placed it around her hand. She did not wear a braid during this time, her hair cut short into a bob cut suitable for girls. She was ten, he twelve, and they had been playing roughly in the backyard of Lyon's house when it had happened.
He grabbed her wrist and the bracelet slid off in his fingers and... well, the rest was preictable. Sighing, the girl turns and flees from him.
'Wai-' calls out Lyon, but she was gone.
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