If he thinks his day is about to get weird, he should see Sora's. Things never go well when you fight for control of a spaceship with a talking duck, and this is no exception. Once again, he's falling through the sky, except this time it looks like he's about to hit concrete.
Or someone.
"Watch out!" A fair warning, but probably not one stated in time. Hello Isa, meet Sora. Sorry for crushing your spine.
The scent of flowers flows smoothly into the air, its source a pretty little red-head with a delicate flower wreath atop her head and a baby picnic basket full to the brim with flowers. She passes by Isa in the plaza, humming a nameless melody. Once there she plops down carefully, taking a few of the flowers and weaving their stems together to form little bouquets.
That's when she notices Isa, sitting there and eating a sandwich. Looking up, hands pausing around a bouquet of colored daisies she beams. "Good Morning, mister!"
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Or someone.
"Watch out!" A fair warning, but probably not one stated in time. Hello Isa, meet Sora. Sorry for crushing your spine.
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That's when she notices Isa, sitting there and eating a sandwich. Looking up, hands pausing around a bouquet of colored daisies she beams. "Good Morning, mister!"
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