[Davesprite's pretty sure he got this whole "bind" spell down a while ago, but on the other hand, he hasn't had much of an opportunity to test it on other shinki. So if he spots any likely looking shinki practicing their borderlines, he's just going to sidle casually up to them. In mid-air. While being the general half-bird half-human ghost-tailed neon orange weird thing he is.
This is definitely a good way to initiate conversation.]
So hey, want to help me practice a thing.
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[B: Rest and Refreshments]
[Well, this sure is a street fair, and Davesprite sure can't actually interact with any of the vendors without calling way too much attention to himself. His solution to this is floating over stalls with their wares on display rather than made-to-order, waiting for the owner to be distracted, then taking a thing and leaving some money where it was. It's inspiring a few confused and somewhat annoyed stall owners, but most of them seem to get over it after they figure at least whoever it was paid instead of just stealing the food.
He's floating over the crowd eating a chocolate-dipped banana after his latest not-heist, looking very relaxed and literally like he's just planning to lounge in the air all day for this.]
Now this is real unhealthy bullshit fair food, a fucking plus to everyone who dedicates their lives to making the most wholesome of shit into a future heart attack.
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[Davesprite's pretty sure he got this whole "bind" spell down a while ago, but on the other hand, he hasn't had much of an opportunity to test it on other shinki. So if he spots any likely looking shinki practicing their borderlines, he's just going to sidle casually up to them. In mid-air. While being the general half-bird half-human ghost-tailed neon orange weird thing he is.
This is definitely a good way to initiate conversation.]
So hey, want to help me practice a thing.
--
[B: Rest and Refreshments]
[Well, this sure is a street fair, and Davesprite sure can't actually interact with any of the vendors without calling way too much attention to himself. His solution to this is floating over stalls with their wares on display rather than made-to-order, waiting for the owner to be distracted, then taking a thing and leaving some money where it was. It's inspiring a few confused and somewhat annoyed stall owners, but most of them seem to get over it after they figure at least whoever it was paid instead of just stealing the food.
He's floating over the crowd eating a chocolate-dipped banana after his latest not-heist, looking very relaxed and literally like he's just planning to lounge in the air all day for this.]
Now this is real unhealthy bullshit fair food, a fucking plus to everyone who dedicates their lives to making the most wholesome of shit into a future heart attack.