eleventh saga [action]

[diaf_askeladd]

[Ever since being temporarily reverted to his six-year-old self, Thorfinn had been in one of his Little Moods. Even the momentary fun he'd had battling his Thanksgiving turkey only lasted a short time, and it was not long before he was back to sulking in his room and practicing his knife throwing in the backyard

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[namusan_messiah]

I have a question, first. How long have you lived here?

[diaf_askeladd]

All my life, toots! I ain't no out-of-towner, if that's what ya mean.

[namusan_messiah]

Yes, as I thought. If you'd like to help me across the street, I'd be very grateful.

[diaf_askeladd]

Radical! [With a cocky grin, Thorfinn takes her arm and leads her across the street.]

Say, toots, don't I know you from somewhere? You hang out at the malt shop or somethin'?

[onlyeverabackup]

Ah. How kind of you.

[diaf_askeladd]

Anytime, toots! Careful, now, it's a bit slippery!

[onlyeverabackup]

Oh my. It's a good thing I have you to help me!

[diaf_askeladd]

You bet ya bottom dollar! So if any Scout Masters talk to ya or anything, make sure ya tell 'em all about Scout Thorfinn!

[sting_like_a]

[...OH MY GOD. Miakis is giggling almost uncontrollably because Dronefinn is the most hilarious thing ever akdlsfjasldfjsl]

My, my, what a gentleman you are, Thorfinn~

[diaf_askeladd]

You bet, lady! Say, I know you from somewhere or somethin'?

[sting_like_a]

Oh, we've met once or twice~

--I like your outfit! [CANNOT SAY THIS WITH A STRAIGHT FACE...]

[diaf_askeladd]

Hey, don't make fun of me, lady. I know I look like a square! I didn't design the uniform, okay?