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Post by Rocket! on Mar 11, 2011 18:29:28 GMT -5
A small boy looked up at Aerith.
The five-year-old had rough, short blond hair, twinkling blue eyes, and had a very toothy grin despite lacking his two front teeth.
He appeared to be alone. No parent seemed in sight, no adult calling for their child, no sir.
Just the boy, the green shirt on his back, and a very toothy grin.
He cocked his head to the right, looking from Aerith, to Cloud, to Aerith.
"Can I get a flower, please?" he asked, hands behind his back, an awkward smile on his face. |
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Post by Secret Agent Cat on Mar 20, 2011 18:26:26 GMT -5
The young flower maiden looked down at the young boy who stood before her and Cloud. She gave the young child a bright smile, bending down some so she was at his level. "Sure, you can have a flower." she said, but didn't reach up to her cart to give him said flower, instead she seemed to want to interrogate him with questions. "Why would a boy such as yourself want a flower? Is it for your mother? Or a grandmother? Someone special?" she asked him, as she continued to smile down at him. However, she wouldn't wait for the young boy to answer her questions before she gave him the flower. She was just curious. She stood up straight and looked at the flowers in her cart, wondering which one she should give him. She then looked down at him again, "What flower do you want?" she asked. |
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