[The statue of Marth has not been moved or altered in any way. It is as gallant as it was when it all began. So nice that some people would probably be thrilled to keep it as an item of decor.
Perhaps the orange-haired princess won't be that cruel.]
[But Marth you'd look pretty swell in the bathroom. Or the living room. Hmmmm.
But she'd have to discuss that with her room mate and Midna really doesn't have the time to wait to talk to her. Whoever she is. Part of her wondered while wrinkling her nose if waking him up to the stench of the now was really the kind thing to do. Ohhh well.
This could have been a strangely romantic moment.
Until she unceremoniously dumped a good portion of one bucket over his head and upper body. Plurlp.]
[This was not romantic. It's even less romantic the moment you start pouring goop over the man who once had his hands around your heart.
On Marth's end it was less than romantic for the prettiest girl in all the world to be pouring chu juice on him. Not that he realised what it was as he began to regain feeling and the grey tone to his flesh worked on fading away into nothing.
There was an awful disconnect between dream worlds and reality. As a statue, it was like time suspended. His sword came down, his wrist unsuspecting of its weight and he went down with it. Only because the moment he'd reached out a hand to her, he understood well enough not to get her dirty as well.
[She had never been very good at accepting his chivalrous acts for what they were. Time had done nothing to change this. So there were her hands, brushing his goopy hair from his face and wiping away the excesses. Now that it was warming flesh beneath her fingers and not stone, it was easier to slide back into a grin.]
[God. Damn. There was entirely too much time passing and not enough replies from one sporty princess. This inevitably meant more buckets and more goop and more zooming around campus.
Daisy oh Daisy where were yo-- Oh there you are.
Once again, this was a hardly almost romantic moment where goop was unceremoniously dumped and spread. While Midna was sitting on her. Probably with hands in awkwardly pleasant places. Yep.]
[NOT FOR LONG she's glad she had multiple buckets about. Man it would have been really bad if someone had unstatued one and not the other hahaha.
Good thing that wasn't happening.
Perhaps at this point Midna had learned the intricacies of not just dumping the-- oh. No. That was just some more dumping. Yesss all the toadstooly princess' boobs were hers.]
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Perhaps the orange-haired princess won't be that cruel.]
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But she'd have to discuss that with her room mate and Midna really doesn't have the time to wait to talk to her. Whoever she is. Part of her wondered while wrinkling her nose if waking him up to the stench of the now was really the kind thing to do. Ohhh well.
This could have been a strangely romantic moment.
Until she unceremoniously dumped a good portion of one bucket over his head and upper body. Plurlp.]
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On Marth's end it was less than romantic for the prettiest girl in all the world to be pouring chu juice on him. Not that he realised what it was as he began to regain feeling and the grey tone to his flesh worked on fading away into nothing.
There was an awful disconnect between dream worlds and reality. As a statue, it was like time suspended. His sword came down, his wrist unsuspecting of its weight and he went down with it. Only because the moment he'd reached out a hand to her, he understood well enough not to get her dirty as well.
Or covered in chu juice.]
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[The statued prince was effectively quieted.]
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Good morning, sunshine.
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Are you alright?
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... How did you take care of it.
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Daisy oh Daisy where were yo-- Oh there you are.
Once again, this was a hardly almost romantic moment where goop was unceremoniously dumped and spread. While Midna was sitting on her. Probably with hands in awkwardly pleasant places. Yep.]
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Good thing that wasn't happening.
Perhaps at this point Midna had learned the intricacies of not just dumping the-- oh. No. That was just some more dumping. Yesss all the toadstooly princess' boobs were hers.]
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Midna!
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[Don't mind that firm grasp, she's just making sure you're becoming fleshy in all the important places.]
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