12th Wish || Dende [video/in person] WALL OF TEXT MODE ACTIVATE!
[Dende was quite glad to be back at the manor, for once. He opened the door and walked in, not even bothering to close the door behind him, he set his blackberry on the table accidentally turning it on, and tossed his bag on the bed. The room hadn't changed too much, it was still comprised of Namekian style furniture only now some of it had changed to match his room on the Lookout, and thus a more antiquated human touch had been added to it.
Despite the pleasant change, however, the presence of his younger self could hardly be ignored. The room was a mess. Dende looked about the floor and sighed, he recalled hording unfamiliar objects in his room. In moments Dende started cleaning up the room, making some of the picture books he had borrowed from the library and his collection of junk float over to the table and neatly stack themselves, ready to be returned to their rightful places. While making the bed he noticed an odd crinkling sound. When he lifted up the pillow he discovered a small pile of candy. He chuckled and set it over on the table. He puttered around a bit more, making his room more livable, and discovering many, many, many, more pile of candy.Satisfied that his room was finally clean. He had been forced to materialize a large bowl to accommodate the mass of candy that he had horded as a child.
He took one more look just to make sure he hadn't forgot anything. That's when he spots a black mess of hair on a shelf over his bed. He laughs to himself and heads over to the bed and takes his long-lost Tribble friend off the shelf, revealing what looked like a clay model of a dragon in a class case. Ah! The model of Shenron, he had been looking for that. Odd, usually when the Dragon Balls were not in their stone form, the model wasn't present. He shrugged it off and placed the Tribble on the floor. Floating the Dragon Balls off to a safe corner of his room he grabbed a book and took a seat on his chair, only to hear a familiar crunching noise. He sighed, got up, lifted up the cushion and removed a handful of candy and placed it on the table next to his blackberry. Realizing it was on he smiled]
If there's anyone who would like to share this with me, it would be more than welcomed. I can't eat it all myself.
[He cuts the feed and returns to his reading]
((ooc: he hasn't changed at all since he recently had a perma-cannon shift... and damn did I write a lot today...))
Despite the pleasant change, however, the presence of his younger self could hardly be ignored. The room was a mess. Dende looked about the floor and sighed, he recalled hording unfamiliar objects in his room. In moments Dende started cleaning up the room, making some of the picture books he had borrowed from the library and his collection of junk float over to the table and neatly stack themselves, ready to be returned to their rightful places. While making the bed he noticed an odd crinkling sound. When he lifted up the pillow he discovered a small pile of candy. He chuckled and set it over on the table. He puttered around a bit more, making his room more livable, and discovering many, many, many, more pile of candy.Satisfied that his room was finally clean. He had been forced to materialize a large bowl to accommodate the mass of candy that he had horded as a child.
He took one more look just to make sure he hadn't forgot anything. That's when he spots a black mess of hair on a shelf over his bed. He laughs to himself and heads over to the bed and takes his long-lost Tribble friend off the shelf, revealing what looked like a clay model of a dragon in a class case. Ah! The model of Shenron, he had been looking for that. Odd, usually when the Dragon Balls were not in their stone form, the model wasn't present. He shrugged it off and placed the Tribble on the floor. Floating the Dragon Balls off to a safe corner of his room he grabbed a book and took a seat on his chair, only to hear a familiar crunching noise. He sighed, got up, lifted up the cushion and removed a handful of candy and placed it on the table next to his blackberry. Realizing it was on he smiled]
If there's anyone who would like to share this with me, it would be more than welcomed. I can't eat it all myself.
[He cuts the feed and returns to his reading]
((ooc: he hasn't changed at all since he recently had a perma-cannon shift... and damn did I write a lot today...))