005 ✿ Còig

[murderpuppy]

Connla, like all the other children in Mayfield, had to go to school, even if he didn't like it.  He was not exactly what one would call a model student; he was fidgety and full of energy and would rather be running around and playing than sitting behind a desk.  It also didn't help that he was irretrievably lost whenever the teacher told him to

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[murderpuppy]

Hm?

[He looked up from where he was very intently coloring in the dragon's tail.]

Oh, that's you [point] and that's me! [point]

See, I've got a sword. [Obvious puppy is obvious.]

[murderpuppy]

Oh, do you want one?

[He could draw one for you.]

A. After School

[prpl_assistant]

(A paper airplane swoops right past Miss Pauling as she's walking back home.)

Huh? What was-

(And another one then proceeds to poke her in the head.)

Hey!

(Only then does she realise that there are paper airplanes flying around the place. Curious, she tracks the source of the pieces of paper to a boy with blonde hair sitting on a tree.)

[murderpuppy]

[Connla pokes his head out of the tree.]

Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you with those.

[prpl_assistant]

It's alright, but why are you throwing them in the first place?

[murderpuppy]

Because they don't fly unless you throw them, of course!