✿ Eighth Bud [action/accidental video // backdated to the morning]

[seiriald]

[It's the dawn of a new day, the sun peeking over the mountains to bathe the villagers enjoying themselves in the wonderful Lucetiland in warm, fuzzy light. For the early risers, you may notice something unusual about the pile of stuffed animals on display in the back of one of the game booths.

Now why would a little girl be laying amongst all those comfy prizes?

Sure, she looks like she's sleeping comfortably even with all the racket, that is until she is rudely seized by one of the droids working the place around the middle, blinking and rubbing her eyes as she is handed over to a certain... someone. It is at this point when the journal she had curled up with falls open with a plop, landing perfectly among the prizes to begin recording as she's taken to the front of the booth to whoever had just won the round.

Cue one five-year-old petrified in wide-eyed shock as she stares straight into the blue eyes of the 'stranger.' In return the so called stranger mirrored the little girl's expression for a good moment, before looking from the girl to the droids, then back again.]

"A child?"



[[OOC: Joint post with falenandawn! If your character met her last time she was small feel free to recognize her. Interaction can take place at any time during the day, this is just how she arrives. Replies from tinyjasmine.]]

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[falenandawn]

[Frey continues to stare, wondering who in the world would leave a child in the hands of a droid, of all things. Adjusting his hold on her so she's snugly tucked in his arms, he decides he'll ask a few questions before making assumptions. First though- ] Are you ok?

[tinyjasmine]

[There is a stranger holding her. A rather pretty stranger, but a stranger nonetheless, and her parents had always taught her to be careful around them! Also, she has no idea where she is. So the tiny girl stays silent and chews on her bottom lip, eyes still rather wide.]

[falenandawn]

[Oh dear, she looks scared. stepping away from the booth and heading to the nearest place to sit while he continues talking, trying to soothe her with a smile. She's dressed in white.... so she just arrived?] I know this is scary, but I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Do you have a book with you?

[That, at least, might help a bit with explanations.]

[tinyjasmine]

[She's not scared! She's simply really, really surprised. Mostly. And for whatever reason she believes him when he says he won't hurt her. Maybe it's because he promised?

So she leaps out of his arms and speeds back to the booth they had just been walking away from!]

[falenandawn]

[Frey blinks, a bit startled at her sudden escape, but follows, surprised at how fast she runs. What.....?] Hey, wait for me!

[tinyjasmine]

[What is waiting when he asked for that book she was sleeping with before being woken up so rudely? It could have been stolen by now, maybe it was important!

And thus she stops only when she is right in front of the booth and points at it, tiny wings flapping in anticipation.]

[falenandawn]

In the booth? [Oh. The journal. But.... would the droids stop him if he snuck back there, he wondered? Hrm.....only one way to find out.


Annnnd attempting to sneak back there is a go.]

[tinyjasmine]

[Meanwhile, said child begins to walk away to go find her parents. Or find some food, because she is very hungry.

Have fun, Frey!]

[falenandawn]

[GAH. getting thrown out from behind the booth on his ass. Looks like that won't work.

Wait where is- staring at the little brown head of hair running off dumbly. Aaaah she'll get lost like that! He stumbles to his feet, giving chase.]

Wait!

[tinyjasmine]

[She almost slips and falls onto her own bottom with how abruptly she stops, but manages to stop herself in the nick of time. Yes, Pretty Stranger, is there something you need?]

[falenandawn]

I'll help you find out where you need to go, ok? [If there was a place for her to go. If not, he was sure he could convince his housemates to let her stay until they figured something out. She was too young to be in the village on her own. Aaaannnnd after a pause.] You're probably hungry after that nap, right?

[tinyjasmine]

[Does that perfectly-timed tummy rumble answer anything?]

[falenandawn]

Knew it. [Reaching into the bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder and pulling out a candy bar from among the smaller prizes he'd earned today. Not exactly healthy, but.....] you can have this until we find a place to eat, ok? There are plenty of booths around serving food.

[generalflirt]

[Is that Frey and... a little girl?

He blinks, but then waves and bounds on over towards them.]

Freeeey~!!

[tinyjasmine]

[There is now a small humanoid missile filled with LOVE~ aiming right into your stomach, Masaomi. Apologies for any injures in advance.]

Masaomi!!

[falenandawn]

[Frey can't help but grin widely at such childish antics as he follows her over at a more sedate pace. Cute.] We've been looking for you, Masaomi.

[generalflirt]

-Kaori-chan? That's-?

[It's her? A little girl again? Back again? He blinks, surprised in spite of himself to see the girl now pulled into his chest]

[tinyjasmine]

[She has no intention of letting go either, simply being glad that there was someone even remotely familiar here. A little bit of fear had almost settled into her mind before then.] Why so surprised, Masaomi-kun?

[falenandawn]

I found her in one of the booths. Aren't you glad she's doing well? [Smiling. Masaomi, don't be weird or he'll be very disappointed.]

[generalflirt]

Eeeh, I guess Frey did my job for a bit.

[He reaches down to pick up Kaori. Looking pleased with himself]

[tinyjasmine]

Oh? [His job? Whatever could that mean?] Are you going to take care of me, Masaomi-kun?

[falenandawn]

[Looking at Masaomi with a raised eyebrow.] Hmm? I was planning to take her back to the house....

[generalflirt]

Well... I was your "knight," wasn't I?

[tinyjasmine]

That's right! I told Mommy and Vade all about you! [Their reactions sure were something to see.]

[falenandawn]

[Smiling a bit.] But Masaomi, you can't cook.

[Or, you know, he can't imagine you taking care of a child.] How about you come back to the house for a while?