quinn
Are we just killing time - just living year to year
In the short time he’d come to be here, in this world of strange ‘gods’ (though honestly, Quinn was still out on that entire thin), he’d heard several ideas, of words and strange things. He also heard way too many names and felt a little terrible he couldn’t remember them all but it was fine.
Everything was fine, right?
Quinn had come to the shindig that was being thrown by the monarch of the Court he was a part of. More to mingle with those who he didn’t know and learn, than to enjoy a good party. It was harder to do just that when he didn’t have his compatriots with him. Where was his sister when he needed her?
The boy gave a little sigh as he kicked at a clump of grass. It was only then that he saw the vibrant red beside him. Yet it wasn’t the brilliance of the Red of the man that drew his eyes but more so the tail and the end of it.
That was something he’d not ever seen before.
Quinn internally hit himself, realising he was staring. He flashed a somewhat (though not really) apologetic glance to the front end of the figure. Better to make sure he was addressing the actual owner of the strange appendage rather than his ass end.
Quinn, stop being such a git.
“Uh, hi there. Is that a blade on your tail?” He asks, no hesitation. There was rampant curiosity in his eyes.
Maybe there was something here after all.
Everything was fine, right?
Quinn had come to the shindig that was being thrown by the monarch of the Court he was a part of. More to mingle with those who he didn’t know and learn, than to enjoy a good party. It was harder to do just that when he didn’t have his compatriots with him. Where was his sister when he needed her?
The boy gave a little sigh as he kicked at a clump of grass. It was only then that he saw the vibrant red beside him. Yet it wasn’t the brilliance of the Red of the man that drew his eyes but more so the tail and the end of it.
That was something he’d not ever seen before.
Quinn internally hit himself, realising he was staring. He flashed a somewhat (though not really) apologetic glance to the front end of the figure. Better to make sure he was addressing the actual owner of the strange appendage rather than his ass end.
Quinn, stop being such a git.
“Uh, hi there. Is that a blade on your tail?” He asks, no hesitation. There was rampant curiosity in his eyes.
Maybe there was something here after all.
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