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paixaorpg2011-06-17 01:41 pm
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she seems to have an invisible touch~ [ complete ]
Character(s): Bullseye & Flonne.
Content: A toy and a young fallen angel. CUTENESS IS SURE TO ENSUE.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca; THE PARK.
Time: Week 32, Afternoonish.
Warnings: Haha... ha.
Bullseye was still foggy on the whole conecept that Paixao was an entirely different world. It seemed as though his heart was still set on the idea that it was possible to find a way back to Sycamore Street, and thus, the others. He missed Jessie... and with him and Woody here in this strange place, he worried that back home, she might be lonely, too. Not to mention the fact that Bonnie was probably worried about them, and the idea of causing her to feel such a way didn't sit well with the little horse.
He weaved his way around the area -- it was easy when the majority of people seemed to ignore him, anyway -- and in the distance, finally saw something familiar. Was that a park up ahead?! A playground, even? If Bonnie was here, that was surely somewhere she might be! Darting in and out from between legs, he finally managed to trot his way over, hooves clomping over the fake grass as he looked around for any sight of his owner.
She had to be here, she just had to!
Content: A toy and a young fallen angel. CUTENESS IS SURE TO ENSUE.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca; THE PARK.
Time: Week 32, Afternoonish.
Warnings: Haha... ha.
Bullseye was still foggy on the whole conecept that Paixao was an entirely different world. It seemed as though his heart was still set on the idea that it was possible to find a way back to Sycamore Street, and thus, the others. He missed Jessie... and with him and Woody here in this strange place, he worried that back home, she might be lonely, too. Not to mention the fact that Bonnie was probably worried about them, and the idea of causing her to feel such a way didn't sit well with the little horse.
He weaved his way around the area -- it was easy when the majority of people seemed to ignore him, anyway -- and in the distance, finally saw something familiar. Was that a park up ahead?! A playground, even? If Bonnie was here, that was surely somewhere she might be! Darting in and out from between legs, he finally managed to trot his way over, hooves clomping over the fake grass as he looked around for any sight of his owner.
She had to be here, she just had to!
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"My name is Flonne. The Fallen Angel of Love! Have you been here very long? I haven't seen you around before, but then, I haven't really been looking for a toy horse! You are a toy, right?"