Danger noodle

Haiku wasn’t a fan of the way he’d been forced to play away from Senryu today. Independance felt more lonely than useful, but finding Ruin had been a bit of good luck. When she chastised him though, Haiku was filled with confusion. His bright eyes looked to his shorter sister as he barked for Prose to return to his shoulder. The pair of them were already such a good team. Or at least Haiku thought so. He’d been taking pointers from their dad.

Ruin looked simply delighted though, even despite having barely dodged a bad bite. Haiku’s light brows knit as he looked at her and leaned against her in return. She commanded him to pick up a weapon, but he much preferred using Prose. She was much more quick and nimble than he would be with a stick. But, with Ruin it was easier to comply than argue. The boy shrugged his shoulders and rooted for his own stick, much like hers as she bid him.

Prose ruffled her feathers on the boy’s broad back as he turned back to his tiny sister. ”Alrigh, wha’ for?” He mumbled through the wood, his half and half eye keeping watch on their victim or opponent. Haiku wasn’t quite sure.