[ #DCRP, independent portrayal, 20+, penned and loved by 𝙳𝚎𝚎! ]
"For safekeeping. Displaying it like a desk trinket, I guess."
"...probably not play baseball with it. It'll smash open."
"For safekeeping. Displaying it like a desk trinket, I guess."
"Just some food for my buddy! Food that he can't exactly eat, but food, nonetheless."
Tossing it to him.
"I kinda feel like an orange."
Kinda like lychee... and longan.
Kinda like lychee... and longan.
"I can eat for two...?"
On second thought.
"Nevermind. Can't eat speedster portions."
"You sit still now..."
"Okay, hah— go ahead!"
"Okay, hah— go ahead!"
Waving a constructed needle and spool threateningly.
"Okay, hah— go ahead!"
"Oh. So 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 what you meant."
......
"Pfffft—HAHAHA! I meant—" wheezing. "I—? I wanted an orange?"
......
"Pfffft—HAHAHA! I meant—" wheezing. "I—? I wanted an orange?"
......
"Pfffft—HAHAHA! I meant—" wheezing. "I—? I wanted an orange?"
"I kinda feel like an orange."
"I kinda feel like an orange."
No-kill rule.