If there was one thing Addy didn't miss about Destiny City, it was the heat. It was overbearing, suffocating, and worst of all, it was making her thighs stick to the damned bench she was on. Still, she couldn't bring herself to leave the pond. This was her aunt Trina's favorite place and it was here she felt most connected to her.
She would come and feed the ducks, catch frogs to show to Addy before releasing them back into their home, and read while Addy played by the edge of the pond. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear her aunt calling her, telling her it was time to go home. She remembered pouting and begging to take home whatever poor pond critter she'd managed to catch in a bucket, but Trina always gently explained that they were where they belonged. Where they would be happiest. She envied the frogs for that. Being where they belonged.
Bah.
She pulled out her phone and flipped through her Spotify while adjusting her earbuds. None of the songs were hitting quite right. They were making her feel the wrong things. This was her fresh start. New dawn. New day. New life. Blah, blah, blah. Her aunt wouldn't want her to get all weepy.
Addy settled on leaving it to shuffle and looked up to scan the pond in front of her, searching for anything to pull her from her memories. She'd noticed a cosplayer earlier, though she couldn't pinpoint what series he was from. Usually people would go out in cosplay to take photos or make TikToks, but he seemed content lounging by the pond's edge. She took stock of his outfit, noting the horns, the swirling body paint, the impressive contacts, and was that some sort of prosthetic on his rib cage? Whatever it was, he'd clearly put a lot of effort into it. Had he crafted it by hand?
For a moment, she debated going up to him and asking, but she paused as a duck waddled up to him and starting biting at him. That was odd. At least she thought it was a duck, but it certainly wasn't the kind she usually saw there. Was something wrong with it's face? Maybe it was someone's pet and it was lost. It didn't seem to be his as he was swatting it away, which she supposed was a fair reaction to being bitten by a duck. She raised her phone to snap a quick picture, zooming in on the bird with the thought of maybe posting in some pet finder groups. It had to belong to someone, right? Why else would it be so comfortable walking up to people like that?
Honkzilla
It feels weird not giving you much to respond to but like...the whole premise of the RP was his solo struggle sooo.
