say amen [jupiter]
When the cerulean boy's features fell, the phantom felt all the worse. She hadn't meant to bum him out, too! He only grew more distressed as she pressed on with her tale. Well, good thing for subject changes, then. "It's better than a beating stick," he assured her, his features shifting into a small smile. This was way better than moping about her missing tail. He flicked one end towards her with his nose, and it skittered towards her paws. "It's a spear and you can have it, if you like." A spear? She'd never heard of a spear before. Brow would quirk, a momentary distraction coming as a blessing to the forefront of her mind. A cautious sniff at the slender pole. Mismatched gaze flicked up to her friend for a moment. It had to be safe, or he wouldn't have just tossed it at her... Right? "What is it for?" Alright, perhaps that wasn't the best wording. The words were out now, it was too late to take them back for a less embarrassing version of the question. Damn second languages!
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