Goodbye moon

[badnewsboy]

[New Moore, you might've missed something in your morning sky if you looked carefully. if you didn't, here's a surprise.

so there's this Loki kid on the screen holding his arms up in a green robe that's way too big. despite his small stature, he looks as menacing as he cold possibly try to looking menacing. so, pretty menacing. maybe an eight outta ten? menacing enough. he raises his fingers, wiggling them, well, menacingly. there's a fog machine or something in the background. or real fog. probably real fog.]

It seems that you're missing something I've acquired.

[there's a brief pause and he offers a knowing smile.]

But it's mine now! No one can stop me. Not you, or thou, or anyone else. I'm just that evil or something!

[and he points toward the screen.

he murmurs something in another language and adds "and other such mystifying words" toward the end of it and poof! disappears.

sorry about your moon.]

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[badnewsboy]

Aye, I've called it down from the sky in a display of, er ... well, um ... affection, you'd say.

[he rubs the back of his neck a little nervously as she takes the jar in her hands. he's relieved that her attention is off of him, and his shoulders deflate a little with a huff.]

Please accept it as a gift.

[maiditoutalive]

[She looks at it in gleeful fascination, holding it up this way and that to her eyes, hardly looking at him at all. Looking at all the little details instead, all the pockmarks and craters, taking it all in.]

As displays go, I don't think anybody's going to manage to compete with this.

[badnewsboy]

Yes, well ... that went through my mind as I was calling it down.

[yeah, if you're gonna do something you may as well ... go all the way. he watches her observe her new gift with an innocent fascination.]

I, um...

[maiditoutalive]

[She gives him a big-eyed look over the top of the jar, openly curious and definitely very, very happy.]

Yes?

[badnewsboy]

[oh no, she's looking right at him. oh no.]

Um ... We could get ... Mead?

[maiditoutalive]

[Oh yes she most certainly is. With approval, even, and the widest smile imaginable.]

We could, in fact, go get mead, if that's what you want to do.

[badnewsboy]

[and he still looks just a little nervous.]

That's what's customary, right?

[maiditoutalive]

[What's there to be nervous about?]

You've got it right! And I accept.

[Who knows where she stores that jar (in her sylladex) all of a sudden, so that she has the free hand to grab ahold of his.]

So let's go.

[badnewsboy]

[in all of his green and loosely fitting robes he follows after her, trudging a little as she pulls him along, trying to keep up. his hood rustles and lowers but he doesn't seem to care to put it back up.]

Aye, we're going! If that's what pleases milady, it would be ... er, a pleasure!

[and somehow his face gets brighter.]

[maiditoutalive]

[Aradia can be very strong for such a small girl, when she puts her mind to it. When she gets really excitable, more like, and this is the most exciting thing to happen all day.]

Yes that's what a pleasure is! We should celebrate, too. This is a pretty amazing thing that you just did.

[She beams back at him, although it might be hard to see properly with the moon crushed to her chest in her free arm.]