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So I couldn’t stay away… I need this little ball of sunshine back in my life. I was going to do a regular old rp ad but I’m feeling adventurous, so…

Like this for a rock fact! No cap!

[potatoesandmolasses]

So I couldn’t stay away... I need this little ball of sunshine back in my life. I was going to do a regular old rp ad but I’m feeling adventurous, so...

Like this for a rock fact! No cap!

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@pushoverpoet > @paperpines

    “There it is!”

    Gregory was well-aware that Wirt had very little interest in visiting places that weren’t getting them home, but he also knew that Wirt would always follow Greg when he wandered somewhere. He probably just didn’t want to be alone.

    “Let’s go in! Maybe they’ll have something to eat in there!” Though, what were the chances a place with a name like “Mystery Shack” would serve food?

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    “I’ve been in my costume ready for weeks, and now you’re all talking about dressing up? Talk about bein’ late to the party.”

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               @paperpines

     “Hey! It’s you!” Greg practically bounces up to the stranger, not even aware that he’s a stranger in the first place. He’d met someone wearing the same face once before, so for all he knew, this was that same person.

     “Boy, am I glad to see you. You’ll never guess what I got!” A sack slung over his shoulder drops lightly to the ground, and from it he shows the older boy dozens of pastries and breads. 

     “The man at the bakery said he was gonna throw ‘em all out at the end of the night anyway, so he gave ‘em to me ‘cause I’m his new best friend!” Without even a moment to let the teen argue that he could have the wrong guy, Greg digs a hand into the bag and produces one near-immaculate cinnamon roll, held out for his friend to take. 

     “See? I’m a man of my word.”

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     Gregory’s smile turns down almost immediately when the other boy holds out his hand for another. What was he supposed to say?

     “Oh, uh... that’s all I have... sorry...” The boy even turns out his pockets as proof, all he has to show being a single cellophane candy wrapper with nothing inside. But he couldn’t just leave him just like that. He was obviously still hungry, so he still needed help.

     “I can try to find another one, though! I promise, next time I’ll have loads of sticky buns for you. I. Promise.”

     And Greg was a man who stuck to his word.

   Light eyes were narrowed ever slightly at his company as Bill was able to right himself in the sloppily-kept body he at present inhabited. The sustenance did help to some degree, effectively silencing the waves churning in the pit of his stomach. So following did he comply with the boy’s words to come in answer, appearing for the first time a little more tame than the wild animal he could have been contrasted with.

   Fingers effectively freed of any trace of residue, the youth made then to hold out a hand towards the smaller figure, a brow quirked expectantly as he awaited his palm to be filled by a second bun.

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     The company was no trouble at all to the boy, who doesn’t even hesitate in his continued venture around the shop. She wasn’t yelling at him, so he couldn’t be doing anything wrong. After all, he was only looking.

     "No,” he says, barely looking up from the little daisies that currently have his attention. “You’re here. And I’ve got King Henry here with me too.” King Henry, as Greg had now taken to calling his amphibious companion, replies in his own way, in a long, deep croak that one would expect from a frog his size. He doesn’t seem to have much to say.

   It was not often that children would run about her shop, and if they did they tended to be supervised. The boy wasn’t being destructive, but still having him there made Ava a little anxious. She tried keeping herself busy, but her glance goes back to the boy every so often. After awhile, without any sign of the boy leaving does Ava put on a brave face and go to talk to him.

   ☣ “Excuse me? Um…”

   ☣ “Are you all alone?”

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“What? Really?” 

To hear of Beatrice’s prior predicament for the first time was certainly a shock to the young boy. Why hadn’t she told them sooner? Was that why she wanted to go to Adelaide, too? She probably didn’t even know that Adelaide was a horrible old witch that stole children! Poor Beatrice. At least she was okay now.

Greg’s expression of surprise was short-lived, however, as his eyes turn down to his shoes and his nose scrunches up in deep thought. A little hum of consideration later, he looks back up to Beatrice (not as ‘up’ as usual, but up nonetheless), and gives her a firm nod.

“Okay. Then I know what we have to do.” With that and not another word, Gregory takes his friend’s hand and marches ahead out of the park and into the more populated areas of the city. “Oh, and it’s a surprise, so you have to close your eyes. And no cheating. Okay?”

           ✃ – A GREAT REVEAL was impossible to evade yet such did not go as expected. Oddly enough the result was no surprise given the boy she was in the process of dealing with. There was so much the younger brother had yet to make light of, it was both a blessing and a curse.

           Shock contorted the face of her smaller friend, a display that did little to gauge just what response she was about to receive. Gregory was the unpredictable sort, always wandering off, never quite interpreting what he was told in the correct way. Beatrice was fond of this quality but at times it could prove to be difficult to deal with.

          ���Greg no, you didn’t do anything to me.❞ There was no easy way to explain her current appearance as she too was unsure of how the curse had been lifted but the bluebird was blunt, as always. ❝I didn’t turn into a person, I always was.❞ Sighing, a moment was taken to brush a stray lock of fiery hair out of her gaze. ❝I was cursed when you and Wirt found me…and now I’m not.❞ Rushed were her final few words as she hoped to avoid any further questioning as to how such a feat had been accomplished.

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    Greg lets out a horrified gasp, suddenly realizing the error in his ways. “I didn’t know that! You’re not a witch, are you? I met one witch not too long ago and she already knows my name... Oh no, this is bad... thanks for warning me. I’ll remember to be more careful.”

    "Anyway, me and my brother Wirt have been looking to find our way home, but I’m starting to think that we might have to live here now.”

   “Why would you name him that if you weren’t sure? Names have power, you know. Tell a witch your name and they can put a spell on you.”

   “I’m Merida. Aren’t you a bit small to be out all on your own?”

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    “See, that’s the thing, is that I don’t know if it’s gonna stick. That’s just what I’m calling him for now. Anyway, my name’s Greg. What’s yours?”

   “… You named your frog Benedict Cabbage Patch?”

   “Well, if a name sticks, I guess. But what is your name, wee thing?”

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   “It’s just a costume, but it does make a pretty good place for Benedict Cabbage Patch to take a break after a long day of hoppin’ around.”

   “So… is the kettle on your head a fashion statement… or is it just a thing that you do? This city is very confusing, isn’t it?”

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     “No, I’m not really supposed to play with knives anyway.”

     At least he was open to other ideas, though! Greg probably would have been disappointed if he wasn’t. “Okay, first we gotta find a big ol’ cat. There’s gotta be one around here somewhere...” A nearby dumpster seemed like a good place to start, but despite his best efforts to stand on tip-toes and jump up and down, he was nowhere near tall enough to reach the lid. 

      “No? Maybe– maybe that’s not a good game, then? Do– do boys your age not like knives?” Well, you learn something new every day, supposedly.

      “How do you play ‘two old cat?’” Juuzou asked. He wasn’t terribly interested in a hiding game. He didn’t want to chase down a kid even for just a harmless game. Not unless he had to.

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    “Yeah! You and me! Greg and Beatrice 2: The Sequel! We’ll be unstoppable!”

“No, I suppose I don’t often look for toy stores, but! That gives me an idea…! How about this, my diminutive friend: finding that unicycle, toy store or no, can be the first step on your quest! Then, you can bring it back to me, and we’ll see what I can do…! You’ll have to be careful, of course, because some parts of the city are very dangerous–perhaps I should accompany you…”

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    “Oh, yeah, my brother Wirt probably gets tricked by fairies all the time, then. Just the other day he walked into a tree an Beatrice said it was ‘cuz he wasn’t payin’ any attention to where he was going. But I think he’s just clumsy.”

“I think they’d do that, but, umm. From the top of my head… there’s these three fairies always hanging around back where I came from, aaaand they like tricking people into walking into trees and rivers. Things like that. For me, it’s walking off the porch.” She made a face. That inadvertently lead to her getting chased by cats, too.

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    “Okay! I’m Greg. So are you always a drum? Do you like it? I think it’s pretty fun, but it starts to hurt after a while when people are drummin’ ya in the face.”

「Uuuh… okay then! So that’s what your face looks like, too…. What’s your name, -だ-ドン? I’m Wada-Don! You can call me Don, though!」

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sea mist!

sea mist:how would your friends describe you?

   “Well, Wirt always says I screw up everything... maybe I just gotta work harder...”

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plum blossom:how do you dance to your favorite song?

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