Painting solid colors on the faded toys was easy enough, most seemed to have color blocking of some sort. Makoto at least didn’t feel woefully out of his league simply sitting on the floor, a few jars of paint before him, and painting whatever toy came across his lap. A finished black cat with button eyes sat on his head for a moment before sliding down his back and scurrying off.
It wasn’t until dolls with cotton bursting from broken seams that Makoto had to pause and even look pensive. He looked around for anyone else in the area.
"Er... I don’t know how to sew, can you help them?" He asked. Bebe tried so hard to teach him but he simply didn’t have a knack for creative things like arts and crafts. "I can trade you?"
Garden Party
His sword swished in the air as he cleaved through Eraser and hostile toy blot alike. His wings flapped in order to help him back away or shadows rose from the ground near shaded trees or even his own shadow to help restrain the hostile toys. He wasn’t fond of the plants that squirted water so he went after the more hostile entities.
Any destroyed toys were in a pile, to be taken back and repaired, while he let the too far gone ones explode into parchment and paper.
Sometime later, Makoto returned with a bag full of broken toys and his hand holding his cheek to stop the blood from a rather nasty cut. He had a few bruises too. But he wanted to get the toys to the repair shop first. He looked annoyed, rather than upset.
General
Cleaned up and bandaged, Makoto sat at a table with a few snacks, mostly cookies, and he was crowded by a rather eclectic crew of dolls and toys. A new sewn dog plush sat on his head while more of other animals took turn climbing his wings and sliding down them. He held them spread and tilted as best he could, although the muscle was beginning to ache. Maybe he could lay down for a nap instead...
His head laid down on folded arms, the dog plush tumbling off with a squeak.
Makoto Yuki | Persona 3 | Thanatos
Painting solid colors on the faded toys was easy enough, most seemed to have color blocking of some sort. Makoto at least didn’t feel woefully out of his league simply sitting on the floor, a few jars of paint before him, and painting whatever toy came across his lap. A finished black cat with button eyes sat on his head for a moment before sliding down his back and scurrying off.
It wasn’t until dolls with cotton bursting from broken seams that Makoto had to pause and even look pensive. He looked around for anyone else in the area.
"Er... I don’t know how to sew, can you help them?" He asked. Bebe tried so hard to teach him but he simply didn’t have a knack for creative things like arts and crafts. "I can trade you?"
Garden Party
His sword swished in the air as he cleaved through Eraser and hostile toy blot alike. His wings flapped in order to help him back away or shadows rose from the ground near shaded trees or even his own shadow to help restrain the hostile toys. He wasn’t fond of the plants that squirted water so he went after the more hostile entities.
Any destroyed toys were in a pile, to be taken back and repaired, while he let the too far gone ones explode into parchment and paper.
Sometime later, Makoto returned with a bag full of broken toys and his hand holding his cheek to stop the blood from a rather nasty cut. He had a few bruises too. But he wanted to get the toys to the repair shop first. He looked annoyed, rather than upset.
General
Cleaned up and bandaged, Makoto sat at a table with a few snacks, mostly cookies, and he was crowded by a rather eclectic crew of dolls and toys. A new sewn dog plush sat on his head while more of other animals took turn climbing his wings and sliding down them. He held them spread and tilted as best he could, although the muscle was beginning to ache. Maybe he could lay down for a nap instead...
His head laid down on folded arms, the dog plush tumbling off with a squeak.