#babehunt2020

[jehannanmage]

"Humble maiden comes / hoping to receive some aid / clever boy provides?" Mitama laughs sheepishly. Some time has passed since she last saw the mage, hmm? "What a silly game this is, hmm? Though any opportunity to practice my poetry, I suppose. Would you mind? I think I am doing quite well. Or would you prefer I flatter you further first?"

It’d been a little while, yes, but that didn’t make him any less enthused to see his friend anew. Meeting Mitama with a bright smile, he laughed. “You’re playing? I thought about it, but...” He waved his hand. He glanced down at the boxes he’d been carrying down the beach. He had other plans.

He pauses a moment, thinking, thinking... he was quick, but nowhere near as quick as her, she who’s devoted herself to this particular craft.

“Clever boy wonders / if clever girl loses touch / imagery, lacking.”

He laughed again. “A little more flattery couldn’t hurt,” he said with a wink, “but you’ve got a game to win so... Here ya go, sans fanfare. One Ewan Special Signature comin’ right up!”

[braveryinblue]

Feet patter against sand before she skids to a stop in front of him. A quill in one hand, she slaps her stomach with the other. "Sign my abs, Hector! It's important!" Ah, wait, has she introduced herself to this Hector? Eh, it'll be fine.

The pitter patter of feet... He doesn’t have to lift his head from where he’s sunning to know. He just feels it in his gut. Here comes trouble.

Half-lidded, judging eyes watch as Sharena skids to a stop before him. It seems she has forgotten what she had put him through already...

But. He hasn’t.

“I think not, you sorceress. No doubt this is somehow another of your conniving tricks, like those bedeviled sprinkles of yours.” With a scowl, he waves her away. and pushes himself from his back to his stomach, laying his head on his arms. “Go bother some other sap.”

[jehannanmage]

"Ewan? I have a favor to ask of you." Lorenz held out his arm and a quill. "Consider it, as the people would say, a clause of the quote, 'bro code'. Could you sign my arm?"

A favour, huh...

Ewan quirked a brow in show of considering it. In truth, he was trying his damndest not to burst into a fit of giggles - where in the world had Lorenz heard of the Bro Code? Never had the mage thought he’d hear it come outta there, not in a million years.

Breaking into a sheepish grin, Ewan nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Anything for a bro.” He signed, chuckling quietly to himself. This felt a bit like cheating, to be honest - not quite in the spirit of the game but... oh well. He felt he kind of owed Lorenz anyhow, he thought...

... Though he couldn’t quite remember why.

[jehannanmage]

she'd thought about this. very seriously. super seriously, in fact. what was the best way for her to flirt with ewan? she couldn't very well do something superficial, but it'd be so easy to because everyone else was doing that too. but, he was her friend and she's pretty sure they've seen some really weird stuff together so she will very gently take his hand and nod. very seriously, she says, "if you and i were socks, we'd make a great pair."

Cynthia had started a game, and on any other day, Ewan would have been sorely tempted to join. Even now, he envied the names he had already witnessed scrawled in ink on those hurrying about the beach in search of victory.

But he’d planned his day out already - and he’d already convinced Innes to meet up with him at the appointed spot... He just couldn’t waste the opportunity. He had to prepare.

But nothing could have prepared him for this. 

Cynthia took Ewan’s hand and he froze, blinking owlishly. What was she up to...?

Ah.

Right. Right. Her game. Most certainly it was all just a part of her game. Nothing less, nothing more. . .

He grinned wide, curiously... relieved? (He wasn’t sure how to describe it.)

“We’d make the Best pair, if you and I were socks,” he confirmed with a nod. “Here. Lemme just...” Her hand delicately in his, he lifted it up gently, rotated it so the palm faced skyward. He wasn’t sure where this quill had come from, but it didn’t matter. It was here. Good enough.

“Go get ‘em, Thia.”