[ There's been a lot of humiliation and embarrassment in Ragna's life, and he likes to think he can handle anything at this point. But this? This is like getting slapped in the face, spat on and laughed at all rolled into one. Seriously, who the hell thought turning his hair green was funny? Because Ragna would be more than happy to introduce their face to his fist. ]
ok let's cut to the chase anyone know where I can find bleach in this shithole? or dye or w/e I'm not picky
2. buff fluff
[ Ragna doesn't care much for the sweets. He cares even less about wasting his time in a place that's probably overflowing with people, given it's just opened recently. All things considered, he has no real business being at Hare de Lune... and yet here he is. Lured out of the safety of his cave home by the promise of getting to pet cute, fluffy bunnies.
a. He's no tea gourmet by any stretch of imagination, but since he's already here, he might as well have something to drink. Whatever the brew he got is, it smells good enough to put him in a relatively good mood... that is, until he actually reaches for the cup.
The moment he touches the cup, it shatters into little pieces, hot tea spilling all over the place. Ragna jumps to his feet, eyes wide in surprise. ]
─What the hell?!
[ b. Okay, point taken: he'll need to execute caution when handling... well, pretty much anything. That could potentially ruin his experience here, but having a bunny in his lap almost makes the whole ordeal worth it. Or rather, it might have done so if it wasn't for the fact the bunny in question happened to nibble on a wagashi a moment before, and now it suddenly grows to be the size of a horse. This can pose quite a problem for everyone in the room... and all the more so for the owner of the strained voice coming from under the giant layers of fur. ]
Can't... breathe...
3. matcha ado about nothing
[ It's not every day that you get to see dragons ─ not as far as Ragna's world goes, at least, so he has to admit he's a tiny bit curious. He has no real intention of getting involved in the voluntary service himself, so he simply watches the dragons and their caretakers from the sidelines with his arms crossed.
One of the hibiscus dragons wanders up to his ankles, eager to get to know this new friend. Predictably, the feeling is one-sided. ]
Shoo. I don't have anything for you.
[ Ragna tries to get the dragon to go away, but it stubbornly sticks around, looking up at him with its beady eyes. The man clicks his tongue in irritation before turning on his heel and walking away. He only takes a few steps before stopping and looking over his shoulder, only to see the dragon sitting still on the ground slightly closer to him than where he left it. When he tries to take another few steps away, the situation repeats itself. And then again. And again.
As the result, he's stuck playing this ridiculous rendition of red light, green light. One way or another, he's doing good job distracting the little thing, that's for sure. ]
4. wildcard
[ Hit me up at psychelocks or toss me a starter of your choice! ]
Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue | The Grinch
[ There's been a lot of humiliation and embarrassment in Ragna's life, and he likes to think he can handle anything at this point. But this? This is like getting slapped in the face, spat on and laughed at all rolled into one. Seriously, who the hell thought turning his hair green was funny? Because Ragna would be more than happy to introduce their face to his fist. ]
ok let's cut to the chase
anyone know where I can find bleach in this shithole?
or dye or w/e I'm not picky
2. buff fluff
[ Ragna doesn't care much for the sweets. He cares even less about wasting his time in a place that's probably overflowing with people, given it's just opened recently. All things considered, he has no real business being at Hare de Lune... and yet here he is. Lured out of the safety of his
cavehome by the promise of getting to pet cute, fluffy bunnies.a. He's no tea gourmet by any stretch of imagination, but since he's already here, he might as well have something to drink. Whatever the brew he got is, it smells good enough to put him in a relatively good mood... that is, until he actually reaches for the cup.
The moment he touches the cup, it shatters into little pieces, hot tea spilling all over the place. Ragna jumps to his feet, eyes wide in surprise. ]
─What the hell?!
[ b. Okay, point taken: he'll need to execute caution when handling... well, pretty much anything. That could potentially ruin his experience here, but having a bunny in his lap almost makes the whole ordeal worth it. Or rather, it might have done so if it wasn't for the fact the bunny in question happened to nibble on a wagashi a moment before, and now it suddenly grows to be the size of a horse. This can pose quite a problem for everyone in the room... and all the more so for the owner of the strained voice coming from under the giant layers of fur. ]
Can't... breathe...
3. matcha ado about nothing
[ It's not every day that you get to see dragons ─ not as far as Ragna's world goes, at least, so he has to admit he's a tiny bit curious. He has no real intention of getting involved in the voluntary service himself, so he simply watches the dragons and their caretakers from the sidelines with his arms crossed.
One of the hibiscus dragons wanders up to his ankles, eager to get to know this new friend. Predictably, the feeling is one-sided. ]
Shoo. I don't have anything for you.
[ Ragna tries to get the dragon to go away, but it stubbornly sticks around, looking up at him with its beady eyes. The man clicks his tongue in irritation before turning on his heel and walking away. He only takes a few steps before stopping and looking over his shoulder, only to see the dragon sitting still on the ground slightly closer to him than where he left it. When he tries to take another few steps away, the situation repeats itself. And then again. And again.
As the result, he's stuck playing this ridiculous rendition of red light, green light. One way or another, he's doing good job distracting the little thing, that's for sure. ]
4. wildcard
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