Even the skies turn grey, I need you to hear me say...
Who: Pandora, Kid Flash (or anyone in the Tower, really...)
What: The cake's been made, now it's time for a delivery, and hopefully mending a bridge or two.
Where: Titan Tower.
When: SUPER BACKDATED to shortly after this.
Warnings: Awkward panda.
While her stay in the Tower had been a short one, Pandora learned her way around in a relatively short space of time. She maneuvered the halls without incident, finding her way back to Kid Flash's room. In her arms was a small white box that contained the end result of the hard work she'd put in, along with V and Klonoa. She hoped that he would like the gift.
"I said some harsh things to people you care about." She'd come to terms with her clone before she faded away like the others, for a few brief moments knowing how it felt to have a sibling, the first semblance of a true family she'd ever known. It took her a few days to decide the best way to apologize for the clone's words. True, they were not her own, but perhaps the clone reflected something deep down inside. Besides which, it still said those words in her voice. If roles were reversed, Pandora would feel terrible.
Yet she still felt nervous as she approached the door, which manifested itself in a slight unease at the pit of her stomach, and a tremor that ran through her hands and shook the box. She shrugged it off as being an uninvited guest in someone else's home, which she essentially was. All she needed to do was drop off the cake, and the card she'd given with it, and make it back home. Hopefully, it would put things right.
Of course, things rarely work the way one wants them to.
What: The cake's been made, now it's time for a delivery, and hopefully mending a bridge or two.
Where: Titan Tower.
When: SUPER BACKDATED to shortly after this.
Warnings: Awkward panda.
While her stay in the Tower had been a short one, Pandora learned her way around in a relatively short space of time. She maneuvered the halls without incident, finding her way back to Kid Flash's room. In her arms was a small white box that contained the end result of the hard work she'd put in, along with V and Klonoa. She hoped that he would like the gift.
"I said some harsh things to people you care about." She'd come to terms with her clone before she faded away like the others, for a few brief moments knowing how it felt to have a sibling, the first semblance of a true family she'd ever known. It took her a few days to decide the best way to apologize for the clone's words. True, they were not her own, but perhaps the clone reflected something deep down inside. Besides which, it still said those words in her voice. If roles were reversed, Pandora would feel terrible.
Yet she still felt nervous as she approached the door, which manifested itself in a slight unease at the pit of her stomach, and a tremor that ran through her hands and shook the box. She shrugged it off as being an uninvited guest in someone else's home, which she essentially was. All she needed to do was drop off the cake, and the card she'd given with it, and make it back home. Hopefully, it would put things right.
Of course, things rarely work the way one wants them to.