"Last chance." Nova says to Wally as he looks up at the bane of the carnival, for him, the strength meter. He wasn't built for strength and his attempts had shown it. He picks up the mallet with a sigh and pauses to consider all the good points of the week. He'd won a lot of other prizes at nearly all the booths. And while some of the Amity students seemed far too wrapped up in their own friends to notice his attempts at conversation, he had been able to get a few of them to give him a chance. He was sure he'd made a friend of the goo ghoul Sucre. And he'd been having a blast talking with Ignatius...
With these thoughts still in his mind and warmth pooling within him over them, Nova swung the mallet down...
and watched the meter go up... up... up...
*DING!*and hit the bell at the top with more force than the Incubus thought he could put out.
Nova promptly tripped backwards and landed on his hind-end with a 'thud' as he looked up at the now dropping meter, far too shocked to anything else. What had that been?
DarkHeartedSorrow
Ticket + Soda Treat, please
SN: Demoonica
Here have a very happy Nova, warm fuzzy feelings for the win!
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