12 // fourth wall event

[shadowdive]

[Standing in the middle of Goldenrod, this armor clad young lad has his head hanging, blond locks obscuring his eyes, and is holding an almost strange looking sword.

Approach?]

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[petitecharm.livejournal.com]

[ sure, she is four and doesn't know any better. ]

Helloooo...?

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

[She's also short enough to just walk right under his head and look up at him. Curiously lifting an eyebrow, he lifts his head a bit and just stares a moment.]

[petitecharm.livejournal.com]

Are you tired? My head goes like that when I'm tired, too.

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

Not particularly. [Tipping his head just slightly to the side, he can't help a quiet snort finally as it really sinks in on who this is.]

[petitecharm.livejournal.com]

Do you feel okay?

[ oblivious kid here. ]

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

[Here's the maker of those little monsters who attacked you-]

Yeah. [He actually crouches down to her level, somewhat curious.] How about you? [He recalls an instance where his darkness made her ill...]

[petitecharm.livejournal.com]

... My head feels a little funny, but I'm okay!

[subvertio.livejournal.com]

I see. [A younger heart does have more purity, so perhaps it's her age that keeps her from getting ill like her older counterpart. Shrugging to himself, he starts to stand again, but pauses.]

... You aren't the least bit scared of me, are you?

[petitecharm.livejournal.com]

...? Grandma says as long as I believe in my heart, there's nothing to be afraid of.