lead you on a goose chase [closed]

[dogsaid]

Characters: Heine Rammsteiner dogsaid, Badou Nails informational and Nill pennated.
Setting/Location: District 1....?
Date & Time: Day 0.
Warnings: Nothing...? Just DOGS cast hangin' out. o/
Summary: Heine goes to get Nill. Badou catches up.

Comments

Slowpoke sorry Q^Q

[pennated]

Maybe it was that Nill had a calm air about her, or that she could only listen, never speak, that people felt comfortable gushing to her. 'Big Red' as Badou had dubbed her had spent the last hour 'sweeping' and cooing over the girl, calling her a 'shy little thing' and 'just the sweetest'. It seemed the woman just couldn't get it through her head the girl was mute, but she didn't mind a bit because she'd just keeping cooing and dragging dust across the steps leading to the Inn

i-i'm slower orz ;;

[dogsaid]

It was harder to pick out the blond hair (white wing) in these streets, much brighter and cleaner than the city. Full of colours already, how was he supposed to pick out one little girl among the people, the smell of food and dirt and trees and people lingering in the air about as strongly as all the colours of the signs and displays? He was used to sights like this; what he wasn't used to was the technicolour intensity of it. Every tiny detail magnified in brilliance

we are the slowest biddies :'<

[pennated]

"I swear no matter how much ya sweep them stairs they jus' don't get any cleaner." Big Red bent over the creakiest top step, brushing furiously but only swirling the dirt around and making it worse. Nill pretended she had been listening, throwing a nod and smile over her should. The small, immaculately white wings dipped sadly when she didn't spot either of her friends in the crowd a few feet in front of her. Got too excited again, they would be here soon she was just feeling uncharacteristically impatient today for good reason

I'M THE WORSTTTT but pre-exam schedule is so hectic i'm sorry ;;

[dogsaid]

Ah.

there.

Heine's eyes caught the movement above the heads of the people as Nill jumped up from her sitting-place, the frantic waving of her arm in his direction serving as a guide as he ducked in between the people and made his way towards the inn. A quick glance at the woman -- big, fussy, chatty; not someone he'd tolerate -- before he looked up at the winged girl.

Somehow reminded him of back at the church, waiting like that. Except this is the furthest place from "home"-- if you could even call it home.

"Nill," he said, and that's all he needs to say.