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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 6:03 pm
While the store is full of plastic flowers, it does calmed the boy down seeing the vibrant floral colors around him. It does help ease the headache. He suddenly felt someone right next to him which made Briar froze on the spot only momentarily before realizing that it was Isaac feeling his hand brushing his hair to one side. "Isaac . . ." Automatically the crying stopped and he wiped the tears away from his eyes. A strong sense of relief washed over him just seeing that the vaporeon boy is safe from harm and smiles softly as he was being checked over.
"Sorry . . ." He spoke softly, apologizing from all the questions that he spoke and more importantly seeing the frown on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he felt his mermaid tail around his which made him jump slightly. "I-I'm fine, I was just scared because I was alone out there . . . and I didn't want to fight anyone." It felt a bit embarrassing and a little pathetic of him. Briar isn't the type to fight anyone at all. After all, he hurt himself with the water toy to tap out! "No . . . I was hiding all this time . . ." He raised his hand and ruffled up his hair as he felt something was stuck in his blonde locks and the tiny duck toys from the squishtube fell on the padded floor which happen to be the thing that hurt him from the fall. Tiny plastic toys can be murderers.
His leafy tail has then wrapped around Isaac's mermaid tail in order to calm him down as he smiles. "But I'm really happy to see that you are okay Isaac. I was afraid of what might . . ." His words trailed off for he really doesn't want to think about it and shook the idea off as he slowly stood up from the floor and gave him a tight hug. His green eyes capture the sight of Logan who was also here and smiled at his direction. While they had little interaction he was still happy to see that he's also safe too but ponders as he was taking down the barrier. "Are you going out there alone? It's dangerous." Briar frowned slightly as he doesn't want him to go out of the florist.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 10:36 pm
Malo actually landed a rather good beam onto Bigsby's head, all things considered. Unfortunately for the litwick boy, the strike fueled by his indignant rage fell upon Bigsby's helmet, where it did absolutely no damage, and had zero effect other than a hollow click on the molded plastic. The ribbons did all the real damage, as they fell upon his upper shoulders in a final bid at hurting him, but only succeeded in the mildest sense. Bigsby came out of the attack feeling no worse than he did before.
Except... Bigsby was tired now. His heavy breathing slowed, the gusting snorts fading to silence. His vision cleared up, and the foggy rage in his head subsided, leaving just a complete lack of energy in the little blue-clad boy. He took a few steps back and watched as Jace proceeded to pummel Malo, as he had tuckered himself too far out to participate anymore. What little energy the sleepy infant had left, he used to wipe the spittle Malo sprayed onto him off with both hands, before shaking the stuff off with an unruly gesture. He laughed softly at the litwick.
”You ain't nuffin', Malo... I wore meself out runnin' at'chyez before I even gotz da chance to bash'yez.” Bigsby said, knowing full well he didn't need to make excuses. Victors get to trash-talk, if hats can't be had.
”Yeah, I'll scrap wiff'yez soon, Jace.” Bigsby continued, taking a few more steps back before falling into a sitting position, his legs crossed and his hands between his knees. ”Fer now, though, I'm gonna watch'yez beat Malo a little more.”
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