Characters: Crona (and Ragnarok) and
vatheon!
Location: The Plaza.
Time: All day.
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open!
Boy, is this a sight to see.
"Oi, Crona!" Ragnarok's got his hands on both Crona's cheeks, pulling and pushing his host's face every direction.
"Owwww. Okay, okay, stop! Stop! I'm up!" Crona whines as he tries to peel the demon sword's hands off of his face. He's having an even tougher time than usual getting any grip on the wrists of the weapon. He's soaked to the bone. How's he supposed to handle that?
"Where the hell are we? Did you sleepwalk and lie down in a puddle or something? Oi Crona, answer me!"
Ragnarok's hands still hold tight to Crona's cheeks, "I don't know, I don't know! That hurts, cut it out, Ragnarok!"
"You got us into this mess, you better find some way to get us out, Crona!" Ragnarok switches to pounding Crona lightly on the head. "Go find someone and ask them what's going on!"
"Ow, ow, ow. Do I have to? I didn't even do anything! What if the people are mean here? I don't think I could deal with that. Ow, owwww!"
(( Cursed folk are plenty welcome to freak the kid out if they want to~!! ))