dear_mun | voice testing like the wind!

[O-Oh, gods, he has...quite a foul mouth on him, doesn't he? Thank goodness Miyabi's been more or less conditioned to pottymouth language due to calling a certain curly-browed chef her brother. She chuckles quietly, recognizing that young child. It's hard not to - he has a lot of the features of his more mature self.]

You shouldn't be too mean to your mun, little one. They can be even worse right back. Besides, you could have always have fun with whatever she does, right? It doesn't have to be bad, or important, so long as you enjoy it.

--hn? [He faces her.] Who the hell're you, Butterfly Hair?

And I'd like to see that bitch TRY and be worse! I don't wanna have fun with this shit, I wanna go back home!

[Snerk. Oh, gods, he's such a brat. It really is a good thing she's so used to this behavior after two years in Luceti. Plus, Issun was so much like this - a wise guy with no manners at all - when he was younger. Miyabi just smiles and leans down to pat Ace's head, then tugs off her cap to shake out her hair.]

It's not my hair, it's a hat. [She holds it out to show him before letting it flop against one arm, regarding Ace with gentle calmness.]

You don't want to have fun? Not even a little bit? Mm...all right. I guess if you don't want to have fun, I can save making a big mess and getting really dirty for some other little boy. One who wants to have fun.

[Smiiiiirk. She knows how little boys' minds work.]

[Just gives a very displeased look at the head pat, and glares at her.]

'S a weird hat. [But he pauses. Making a mess.... NO HE WILL NOT BELIEVE HER LIIIIIIES. He will now. Tsun at you.]

Fine. I don't care.

[Her hand stops ruffling at the comment, and Miyabi goes very still. She doesn't look upset, but that jab definitely wasn't one she liked. Her smile stays where it is as her eyes close, but it's a bit more strained than it was before.]

My mama gave it to me...I think. When I was very small. Smaller than you are right now. [Miyabi smooths back Ace's hair once before removing her hand and walking a short distance away.]

All right then. If you don't mind... [Aaand from a bag that I also conveniently placed, she begins pulling out little pots of ink and paints, lining them up neatly. Yep, she's going to paint right here, right now; with her fingers. Getting her sight corrected to see color...well, she's going to paint all the fucking things now.

...And may be counting on Ace's curiosity to get the better of him.]

[His eyes widened a bit, and he instantly regretted what he said. Her mom... and it sounded like she doesn't remember either. Shit, he really knew how to be an idiot.]

......sorry. It's not weird. [He stays nearby though, peering over her shoulder to see what she'll paint. Hey, he's interested. So shoot him.]

[Aha, there it is. Miyabi knew there was good kid deep down inside that shell of roughness - there always is. With a smile much more honest than before, she brushes her thumb against Ace's nose, effectively smudging paint onto it.] It's fine.

[The painting she was making really did look like quite the mess of color and splotches, but that's only because she just started. every time she dips her fingers into a new color, she first wipes them clean, either on the ground or on her dress - such things don't matter to Miyabi much. She'll wash her clothes, or get new ones. After she sees Ace hovering there, she giggles and pushes a pot of paint towards him, inviting him to paint with her.]

[He wrinkles his nose, and tries to wipe the paint of, but just leaves it. He blushes a little bit when she passes the pot toward him, and just stands there for a minute. Eventually, he grabs a paint brush, and starts painting a flower like the one his mother used to wear.]

[Miyabi laughs as Ace just manages to smudge the paint even more, but she just turns back to her own messy drawing, dipping her fingers into the paint and effectively smudging them together to make new colors. She doesn't dry her fingers on her dress after a while, as she's using black mainly. If Ace is keeping a watch on her, it looks like she's drawing a tree of sorts on top of the mess of mixed colors. She uses her fingernails to make thinner lines, but eventually she has to stop using her fingers. Details call for a brush.

She rubs the paint off her fingers and onto her dress then picks up a brush. But...not before glancing at the picture Ace made. She smiles and hoods her eyes then dips her brush into the black paint.]

...That's a beautiful flower.

[Is all Miyabi says before removing her brush from the paint and extending her arm outward. She taps the brush with one finger. Once the paint splatters onto the ground, perhaps a little close to Ace's drawing, the paint glows a soft, green color and from that ink blossoms a flower much like the one he drew - a hibiscus. The colors are even the same as the ones he painted.]

[The faintest of smiles is seen before he glances over at her work. It's kinda messy now, but he really likes the colors. He's about to tell her to watch where she's painting before seeing the beautiful flower take shape. He stares in amazement before reaching out to touch it.]

...Whenever I saw pictures of my mom, she was wearing a flower like that.

[The flower is as real as the one who made it, and Miyabi reaches over to pick it up and give to Ace. She's tempted to pull Ace over as well and hug him - he's too darn cute - but refrained. Best not to embarrass the poor kid, even if he probably needed the hug.]

Then take very good care of it. I don't know what my mama or papa look like... They went away when I was very small. I still dream about them sometimes, and I hear their voices, a little, in those dreams.

[Oh my god, mun, this better be good, okay she was sleeping and really enjoying her sleeping so this better be the best damn thing ever or else Norma is gonna open this can and you're not gonna like it.]

[Oh.

Oh, wow.]

[PFFFFF--]

HAHAHA! Wow, Hothead you shrunk! I'd hit you in the mouth right now, but I'm afraid I'd really break something! Jeez, maybe I should call you Bite-Size instead! [lolololol]

WHY YOU-- [... he's going to listen to his mun. Just this once. He turns away from her, only his head facing her.]

Oh. It's just some loud-mouthed, flat-chested bitch.

[WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAAAAT.

SHE IS GOING TO MURDER YOU. Or just hit you really hard over the head with her fist. Incoming!]

Mind your manners, you little twerp! I'll beat the stuffing out of that fat little head of yours!

[Dodges that and doesn't bat an eye. He smirks again, picking up his trusty pipe which I so conveniently put there.]

Looks like Flat-Chest has a temper. AND SCREW MANNERS!

[Ffff a pipe? Well then, that warrants Norma reaching into the bag slung over her shoulder and removing her straw. Do you really wanna mess with a crystal eren, pipsqueak? Norma's battled bigger and badder than you. Once the spells start flying, she's not going to hold back.

...The fact that she was pissed at your older self before this also does not help.]

You haven't seen half of it yet, Bite-Size.

[He stares cautiously, ready to move at a moment's notice.

Oh hell with it, jumping out of the way NOW. She's going to cheat.]

Gonna throw a tantrum and call your mommy or some shit like that?

[Wow, Ace, you're really pushing your luck right now. And so not helping the fact that she cannot stand being in your presence at all - young or old. That jab right there just adds another notch to that.

Call her mommy, hm? Haha... Hah. If only it were that easy, but what does a snot-nosed little brat know?]

[Feel that rumbling under your feet, tiny bro? Welp, that'd be the earth element eres Norma had been preparing. This one is base level and doesn't require an incantation. Just the calling of the attack name - Grave. She's going to bury you if she can help it.

Pointing out towards Ace with her middle and index fingers, the tips glowing a bright green, she cries the attack name just as the earth erupts under his feet, and threelarge pointed rocks burst out from it. ...Yeah, they're not pointed this time, since she's not vicious enough to kill him. Just knock him around and teach him a goddamn lesson.]

[He waits cautiously, ready to run at any second. But that's kinda hard to do when the ground is fucking CRUMBLING BE NEATH YOUR FEET.]

SHI-- [He quickly tries to jump from rock to rock, and get away from that attack. When he thinks he's safe, he glares at her.]

Dammit! You're a Devil Fruit user, aren't you?

[Norma grins, and twirls her straw between her fingers. Hoho, how do you like that, you snooty little runt? And what's this about fruit? Oh, right, that's...the thing that Ace mentioned forever ago. That thing that made him a literal hothead.

Norma lowers her hand, the tips of her fingers still glowing faintly, and puts her hands of her hips instead.]

Nope, sorry! I'm just...a flat-chested bitch.

[He glares at her, despising her arrogant attitude. All the adults were the same, looking down on him just because he was a kid.]

Tch, this is why I hate adults. Arrogant bastards. [He leaped off the ground and landed behind her, trying to whack her arm to drop whatever the hell she was holding.]

[News flash, Ace, it's not that you're young (or at least not in Norma's case), it's that you're a little terror that makes the girl treat you badly. That and she's grumpy at your older self...even though she'd prefer that version any day.]

Whoa--hey! Ow, watch it! [Her straw topples to the ground, but that's just her physical weapon. Being a crystal eren is something one is born with. Though...from this close range, Norma's able to hopefully just punch Ace hard over the head.] That hurt, Bite-Size!

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