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capeandcowllogs2011-05-30 08:17 pm
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you are my home, you make me strong
WHO: Duck, bitty Fakir, possible cameos by other childrens/Jedi/Mew?
WHERE: Ye Olde Jedi Apartmente
WHEN: backdated to during kidtime shenanigans
WARNINGS: don't read this if you're allergic to peanuts
SUMMARY: Duck's never had a sibling. Suddenly, her grumpy brother figure is tiny and cute as a button.
FORMAT: hijinks :V
With a little laugh of accomplishment, Duck capped her marker and held the tinfoil-and-cardboard shield at arm's length to examine it. She'd left most of the shield blank so Fakir could draw his own preferred crest, but she hadn't been able to resist giving it a little border of what she hoped looked like scrolls of paper.
Sure, she admired Fakir's very grown-up way of being a knight. Clearly the Fakir she spent time with here in the City had come to view his role as one that required him to behave a certain way, not simply swing a sword around and go looking for dragons to slay. But she'd always wondered if he had any kind of playful instinct that had just been buried too long for her to see...
Well. She'd find out now, wouldn't she?
"Oh Fakir," she called out sweetly, hurriedly shoving the markers and the mangled remains of the tinfoil roll into the craft box. "I have a surprise for you!"
WHERE: Ye Olde Jedi Apartmente
WHEN: backdated to during kidtime shenanigans
WARNINGS: don't read this if you're allergic to peanuts
SUMMARY: Duck's never had a sibling. Suddenly, her grumpy brother figure is tiny and cute as a button.
FORMAT: hijinks :V
With a little laugh of accomplishment, Duck capped her marker and held the tinfoil-and-cardboard shield at arm's length to examine it. She'd left most of the shield blank so Fakir could draw his own preferred crest, but she hadn't been able to resist giving it a little border of what she hoped looked like scrolls of paper.
Sure, she admired Fakir's very grown-up way of being a knight. Clearly the Fakir she spent time with here in the City had come to view his role as one that required him to behave a certain way, not simply swing a sword around and go looking for dragons to slay. But she'd always wondered if he had any kind of playful instinct that had just been buried too long for her to see...
Well. She'd find out now, wouldn't she?
"Oh Fakir," she called out sweetly, hurriedly shoving the markers and the mangled remains of the tinfoil roll into the craft box. "I have a surprise for you!"