My health and magic are so low 'cause I had to fight a Behemoth earlier. My brother commented once that my cloak made me look like an Organization XIII person. He laid there while inhaling her scent.
Want to see my character? I'm playing it right now since I've got nothing better to do. He wrapped his hair around her like a metallic, yet silky, blanket.
I've known about it since the Carnax Wars. I loved watching my brother fight him. His preferred pet was the little flying moglins for some reason. He tilted his head back.
What level are you? My main's 75. "Of course."
AdventureQuest. You heard of it before? "Same here."
Don't know. I just found out one of my favorite online RPGs has a reference to the old version of The Day The Earth Stood Still which we watched in Reading class about a month ago. He rested his head on hers.
"I don't care if you're stronger than me as long as you love me."
He cushioned her with his wings.
"I meant it in a playful way."
"Just a child and already stronger than your dear old dad."
"Honestly for my safety."
"For one thing, try not to punch me again." He said with a playful smile on his face.
He chuckled softly. "You definitely have enough strength for it."
"Of course not. You're better than her."
"Not worry about it right now." She nodded.
He draped an arm across her body. She plucked some of the seeds to take home with her.
"You can rest too if you want." He shut his eyes.
He rubbed his stomach. "Rest."
He moved himself into a sitting position and ruffled her hair. "It's alright."
"More powerful than I expected."
