Butterfly on Your Left Shoulder

Kase Hayashi · 04-29-2011, 08:03 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

I have a little disease called laziness, you may have heard of it. Makes people do stuff later than they should.

In Character

Between the time he had putted about the area and when the little voice piped up he had taken to pulling out weeds out from the graves chucking them as far away from them as he could. He hadn't a clue why he was doing such it was was just that they looked so pitiful in his eyes as they were being consumed by nature, the lost should be respected not covered and hidden. Besides, was not this a part of history? Beneath these stone signs were the remains of a race long gone, shouldn't something of history be respected? So he continued pulling the weeds from the bases and ripping the vines of little flowers growing up the stone.

He'd likely regret this later all this pulling and tugging, but for now he was somewhat enjoying this unneeded little task. A soft smile started to form across his lips, okay, he was enjoying this too much! After he pulled the last bit of the flowers off he dusted the top of the grave off with his hand, how many more after this? Hopefully not a lot more or so he thought, but as he looked about he started to second think this task seeing all the gravestones. As a young high pitched, loud voice squeaked out he totally lost train of thought and straightened up from crouching over looking over at the little girl.

Just hearing the voice one could tell the bottle was just a child and with that any sort of whacky thought of the other harming him went away, after all how could a child possibly harm someone? They were too innocent and kind. An amused snort whistled out his nose, bold and brave children were never scared to ask a single question. He quite envied that trait. So he wouldn't have to yell Kase moved forward closing the gap between him and the puppy, but left plenty of room in case she decided to turn tail and head home.

"I could say the same of you, haven't your parents taught you not to talk to strangers? I could be the big bad wolf for all you know."

For once in a while there was no stutter and he felt triumphant about that. A brief smile crossed his face again, his mother lived by that stranger rule and for a while he did, too. The smile settled back on his face and stayed as he watched the child. Who knew there'd even be someone out here let alone a pup?

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