zebcuson: Pedri walking Odin through how to ask out someone and trying to coach Odin through a date based on how it worked with him and Wrathia. Or just Pedri spending the whole time telling Odin he is doing it wrong.
Haha, I love the idea of romanticist Pedri. (Please Michelle, show us what Pedri’s actual personality is like). This may or may not be a bit cracky.
Eyes moving over the variety of soft animal toys up for grab, Odin’s gaze settled upon a maroon coloured fox, beaded lilac eyes staring back at him. With a mental nod to himself, he raised the rifle in his hands and fired.
“You hit it!”
Ava stared in surprise from beside him as the rubber bullet collided with the bulls-eye, sending the wooden block flying backwards. It was with much inward smugness that he pointed toward the fox for the stall vendor to retrieve and hand over.
“H-Here…” Dropping it in her arms as she blinked in surprise, he glanced aside as he attempted to act nonchalantly, even though inwardly he was sweating buckets. His nerves proved needless however, since a moment later Ava grinned up at him, hugging the fox to her chest.
“Um, wow. Thank you…”
Lips twitching upward, he watched as Ava turned around, bright eyes wandering across the fair they were currently attending. Or, perhaps ‘fair’ wasn’t the best word. It was more an annual festival for this small planet, designated to celebrating TITAN’s arrival all those years ago in which he had supposedly ‘rescued’ them from starvation and desolation.
Odin called bullshit.