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Characters: Cross crownofsnow and Butterfly skyswaltz
Date/Time: Sunday, March 21st, afternoon
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG at best
Summary: Cross might have some answers for Butterfly's questions, so the two meet in person.
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Focusing on the map kept Butterfly from absolutely exploding with anxiousness and worry, but it also made her a great deal more likely to bump into someone. She had apologized over and over all the way from the elevator, across the bridges (which she'd crossed as quickly as she could), and into the Bazaar. As soon as she was inside, she almost completely and totally forgot why she was here in the first place; the sheer size and the amount of activity going on was incredibly distracting. The shops and stalls and street vendors created all sorts of sounds, smells, and sights that made Buttefly's head spin; she'd mostly kept to herself since her 'birth', exploring just around the area she was housed for the moment.
She wondered exactly how she was supposed to find this boy. White hair would be a dead giveaway, but the place was so large that she wondered how they'd even come across each other. If she knew him from before her arrival here, then she'd probably be able to find him, right? Right? Just the thought of finding out who she'd been before tied her stomach in knots, especially so soon; she knew that some of the others had been there much, much longer without recovering a lot from conversations on the journal.
Wait, was that him? Butterfly weaved her way towards the white hair, her heart pounding so loudly from nerves she was sure anyone near her could hear it. "Um, hello. Are you Cross?"
Date/Time: Sunday, March 21st, afternoon
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG at best
Summary: Cross might have some answers for Butterfly's questions, so the two meet in person.
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Focusing on the map kept Butterfly from absolutely exploding with anxiousness and worry, but it also made her a great deal more likely to bump into someone. She had apologized over and over all the way from the elevator, across the bridges (which she'd crossed as quickly as she could), and into the Bazaar. As soon as she was inside, she almost completely and totally forgot why she was here in the first place; the sheer size and the amount of activity going on was incredibly distracting. The shops and stalls and street vendors created all sorts of sounds, smells, and sights that made Buttefly's head spin; she'd mostly kept to herself since her 'birth', exploring just around the area she was housed for the moment.
She wondered exactly how she was supposed to find this boy. White hair would be a dead giveaway, but the place was so large that she wondered how they'd even come across each other. If she knew him from before her arrival here, then she'd probably be able to find him, right? Right? Just the thought of finding out who she'd been before tied her stomach in knots, especially so soon; she knew that some of the others had been there much, much longer without recovering a lot from conversations on the journal.
Wait, was that him? Butterfly weaved her way towards the white hair, her heart pounding so loudly from nerves she was sure anyone near her could hear it. "Um, hello. Are you Cross?"