Rive offcom log: Ofelia's Halloween flight
Roy: *follows Ofelia around on foot, does not hold his arms out the whole time (but wants to)*
Ofelia: *has pretty much gotten a hang of this flying thing and doesn't see what all the worry is about. Totally using it to investigate to less sturdy way up branches of the big trees*
Roy: *ffff that BETTER NOT BE JUNGLE YOUNG LADY* D8
Ofelia: *Just the outskirts... for now... >_> *
Roy: *aaaaaaaaaaaaa* Superkid. 8|
Ofelia: *busted* Si?
Roy: Why don't you come down for lunch.
Ofelia: *eyeing the treetops once more, but flying down to land with a bit of a wobble next to Roy.* All right.
Roy: *grabs out of the air, quite suddenly, ruffling her hair and possibly also tickling a bit.*
Ofelia: *surprised yelp and a giggle at the tickling.*
Roy: *rarrr >8D* Macaroni it is. *Setting off. And not letting go, nope!*
Ofelia: *indignant little girl huff and trying to straighten out her hair* What was that for?
Roy: *incorrigibly cheerful* What was it not for?
Ofelia: *a frown and a head tilt.* That doesn't make any sense.
Roy: That's what you think. *swings up to piggyback?*
Ofelia: *another little whoop of surprise* W-Well that's because it's right! You don't make any sense, Roy.
Roy: *rejoices internally at the absence of 'Señor'.* Good thing I've got you around to set me straight then, innit?
Ofelia: *slightly proud becuase that makes her feel like an adult, which means he gets a hair ruffling of his own.* That's right.
Roy: *carries her all the way to the lunch table and no mistake.* 8)
Ofelia: *has pretty much gotten a hang of this flying thing and doesn't see what all the worry is about. Totally using it to investigate to less sturdy way up branches of the big trees*
Roy: *ffff that BETTER NOT BE JUNGLE YOUNG LADY* D8
Ofelia: *Just the outskirts... for now... >_> *
Roy: *aaaaaaaaaaaaa* Superkid. 8|
Ofelia: *busted* Si?
Roy: Why don't you come down for lunch.
Ofelia: *eyeing the treetops once more, but flying down to land with a bit of a wobble next to Roy.* All right.
Roy: *grabs out of the air, quite suddenly, ruffling her hair and possibly also tickling a bit.*
Ofelia: *surprised yelp and a giggle at the tickling.*
Roy: *rarrr >8D* Macaroni it is. *Setting off. And not letting go, nope!*
Ofelia: *indignant little girl huff and trying to straighten out her hair* What was that for?
Roy: *incorrigibly cheerful* What was it not for?
Ofelia: *a frown and a head tilt.* That doesn't make any sense.
Roy: That's what you think. *swings up to piggyback?*
Ofelia: *another little whoop of surprise* W-Well that's because it's right! You don't make any sense, Roy.
Roy: *rejoices internally at the absence of 'Señor'.* Good thing I've got you around to set me straight then, innit?
Ofelia: *slightly proud becuase that makes her feel like an adult, which means he gets a hair ruffling of his own.* That's right.
Roy: *carries her all the way to the lunch table and no mistake.* 8)