ORANGE SODA ☆ EASTER EGG HUNT

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Things had properly kicked off, at least in Michael's opinion. Perhaps the canine could've waited until a couple more people arrived, but he didn't particularly feel like waiting around. Besides, he was sure they had heard his little speech, and would come grab an empty basket if they felt like it. For now, he had a job to do. His mismatched gaze darted between the three poor souls that had already begun their hunts, making mental notes to figure out who his first target would be. Ultimately, he decided to choose randomly. In order to do so, the coyote closed his eyes, spinning himself around several times before he stopped, eyes popping back open. Even through the dizziness, he could tell that he was pointed in Vayne's direction. He hated to go after his niece first, but, well... fair was fair, after all.

With his extraordinarily fluffy tail flicking behind him, the mischief maker grabbed his basket of cursed eggs into his jaws, taking off after Vayne. It didn't take him long to catch up to her, considering his longer legs. With a shrill whistle, the male soon found himself barking in a challenging tone, "Get ready to dodge, Vayne!" He gave no more warning than that, dropping the basket in front of him and scooping up a pair of his rotten eggs. With a rather pleased smirk on his face, Michael then chucked the pair of eggs at Vayne, aiming for either her side or the ground right near her. Thankfully, the eggs weren't so raw that they were hard as rocks, or anything. He didn't want to hurt anyone, just... try and throw them off. And the smell of rotten eggs certainly did throw one off of... anything, really.

— Reggan