JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
"I'd take my advance, please," Aego says pleasantly, his eyes locking on Blossom's.
Then the elf starts eating, sticking mostly to the fruits and an occassional egg. He tries the orange juice, too, but is obviously not impressed with the liquid.
"I just discovered I don't like the taste of the color orange," Aego remarks with only the barest hint of sarcasm.
After breakfast, he moves outside with a swift pace, taking a big breathe of air.
"A good day for a quest!" he says as if knowledgeable about these things.
Then the elf starts eating, sticking mostly to the fruits and an occassional egg. He tries the orange juice, too, but is obviously not impressed with the liquid.
"I just discovered I don't like the taste of the color orange," Aego remarks with only the barest hint of sarcasm.
After breakfast, he moves outside with a swift pace, taking a big breathe of air.
"A good day for a quest!" he says as if knowledgeable about these things.