[backdated] Are you my mother?
Characters:Bastet/Yoruichi felinemystique), Crimson/Kisuke (crimsonmischief) and Apple/Cooro (crowsloveapples)
Date/Time:Backdated to May 5th
Location: Bastet's Clothing Store
Rating: Crimson logs automatically become PG-13 for scenes of frontal bucket hat
Summary: Bastet, Crimson and Apple are hit with memory loss. Antics ensue.
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One of the annoying things about being a Crow +Anima (or any creature with wings in the sphere) was the need for custom clothing. Any shirt or jacket Apple bought had to be carefully accommodated for the wings that would sprout from his arms at any given moment of the day. This was made even more difficult by Apple being a twelve year old boy that tended to go through clothes fairly quickly. Not because he was growing (much to his chagrin) but because magical rips and tears just appeared in the fabric! Mysterious stains. It was the work of the sphere, clearly.
"I don't remember doing this, honest," Apple said as he fingered a long jagged tear across his shirt's midsection in the middle of Bastet's clothing shop. The damage was too extensive to simply mend.
He turned to Bastet and gave her a sheepish look. "Do you have any more orange shirts? I really liked this one."
Date/Time:Backdated to May 5th
Location: Bastet's Clothing Store
Rating: Crimson logs automatically become PG-13 for scenes of frontal bucket hat
Summary: Bastet, Crimson and Apple are hit with memory loss. Antics ensue.
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One of the annoying things about being a Crow +Anima (or any creature with wings in the sphere) was the need for custom clothing. Any shirt or jacket Apple bought had to be carefully accommodated for the wings that would sprout from his arms at any given moment of the day. This was made even more difficult by Apple being a twelve year old boy that tended to go through clothes fairly quickly. Not because he was growing (much to his chagrin) but because magical rips and tears just appeared in the fabric! Mysterious stains. It was the work of the sphere, clearly.
"I don't remember doing this, honest," Apple said as he fingered a long jagged tear across his shirt's midsection in the middle of Bastet's clothing shop. The damage was too extensive to simply mend.
He turned to Bastet and gave her a sheepish look. "Do you have any more orange shirts? I really liked this one."