Stepping into view, his footfalls are in a perfectly steady rhythm. Shoulders back, hair gracefully covering one eye, and with the remaining eye the color of honey, Loki turns to face you. A smile dances upon the corners of his lips. His eyes look into yours. "Thank you," he speaks, "for reading Paper Crane. I am certain I am your favorite character."
Long and lithe arms slide over your shoulders and hug across your collar bones. Black calligraphy of Japanese script decorate these arms. "Uso," Renji says next to your ear. "I am the one she likes most."
A shadow falls over your entire body as Danim comes up to stand by your side. "You're both crazy," he chuckles. As he shakes his head to and fro, his dreadlocks dance about his shoulders. "Obviously, she likes ME best."
Jordiscy runs and skids into the middle of the fray. She's armed with a spray bottle and sprays all three boys back.
Squirt squirt squirt!
"Sorry about that," Jordiscy pants. "If you can't tell, they like the attention." She tosses the spray bottle over her shoulder, and it lands on the floor with a crash. Jordiscy doesn't seem to care or even notice the water leaking out into a puddle on the ground. "Thank you for the votes! I do plan on writing more, so please look forward to it!"
