08-12-2018, 07:27 AM
[size=9pt]Moon glances sidelong at Vera once his hand drops. His grin falls slightly. He didn't know much about Vera, aside from the fact that she was some pretty girl with some issues. Part of him wanted to reach out and help her figure something out, but he couldn't exactly say, 'Hey, I know a guy who lives in an orphanage -- not me -- if worst comes to worst, you should drop around!', could he? Besides, she had that big freak of an older brother to make sure she was okay.
"Hey, Lessa," He greets, smiling reassuringly as they stepped through the door. She seems nervous, which is kind of dumb, because he's pretty sure everyone in the room loves her at least a little bit. And it's not just because she's got cool pets. The smell of cookies immediately hit him like a punch to the face. There was only so many things in the world better than that smell. He heads straight for the table of cookies, grabs one and promptly squats to pay the dogs some well deserved attention. He's mid puppy face-mushing when he hears Hazel's comment, and he glances up with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, fuck you, Hazel. I got comedic value, good looks and edibles. Can't say as much for your Plus-one.", a pointed look Bast's way.
As for the whole braiding thing; Moon knows how to braid. French, Dutch, Fishtail, you name it. He's hesitant to volunteer, because it'd seem kinda' weird for him to have those skills, but the girls in the orphanage beat it into him, alongside the nail painting and skin care routines. They're lacking in the older teenage girl front, back at Edgar's, so Moon had had to adapt to fit. So what if he was occasionally forced into a dodgy makeover at the hands of 10 year olds; at least they had someone. By now, he's pretty good at it. Really good, actually. He squints Hazel's way, contemplating whether she deserves it, before standing up and climbing up on the couch. He points to the ground at his feet, gruff, and says, "One time offer. Judge and I'll convince Lessa to kick you and your boytoy out."
"Hey, Lessa," He greets, smiling reassuringly as they stepped through the door. She seems nervous, which is kind of dumb, because he's pretty sure everyone in the room loves her at least a little bit. And it's not just because she's got cool pets. The smell of cookies immediately hit him like a punch to the face. There was only so many things in the world better than that smell. He heads straight for the table of cookies, grabs one and promptly squats to pay the dogs some well deserved attention. He's mid puppy face-mushing when he hears Hazel's comment, and he glances up with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, fuck you, Hazel. I got comedic value, good looks and edibles. Can't say as much for your Plus-one.", a pointed look Bast's way.
As for the whole braiding thing; Moon knows how to braid. French, Dutch, Fishtail, you name it. He's hesitant to volunteer, because it'd seem kinda' weird for him to have those skills, but the girls in the orphanage beat it into him, alongside the nail painting and skin care routines. They're lacking in the older teenage girl front, back at Edgar's, so Moon had had to adapt to fit. So what if he was occasionally forced into a dodgy makeover at the hands of 10 year olds; at least they had someone. By now, he's pretty good at it. Really good, actually. He squints Hazel's way, contemplating whether she deserves it, before standing up and climbing up on the couch. He points to the ground at his feet, gruff, and says, "One time offer. Judge and I'll convince Lessa to kick you and your boytoy out."
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