What do weapons think of?

[innocentgear]

Who: Dizzy and you.
Where: Park
When: afternoon
Style: anything you want
Status: Open!!

While everyone were visibly not happy about their thoughts being displayed by the bubbles, a certain Gear didn't seem to be bother at all. Dizzy was in the park, sitting on the grass and poking at her bubble. She seemed to be amused by it, a happy smile forming on her face. Her tail swished back and forth.

Care to bother the winged girl?

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No worries

[lightning_tied]

"So far, huh?" Fox crossed his arms, standing more casually, less like somebody who had just been passing by. "How long has that been?" he hadn't been around much himself yet, but here he was talking like he knew what was up. Maybe caution was just in his nature, and this place wasn't really out to get anybody.

Still. Better safe than, well, most anything else...

[innocentgear]

Her tail swung, a bit as if it had a mind of its own. Dizzy looked thoughtful for a moment, but her bubble wasn't showing anything besides colors. Those colors were now a slightly dimmed.

"Oh, I haven't been here too long..." She smiles a little. "But I want to believe everything will be okay."

[lightning_tied]

Maybe he was being too insistent...

"Oh, uh, well. I'm sure everything will be fine, really," Fox said, looking to his feet suddenly. "Just, uh, try to be careful."

[innocentgear]

She smiled at him.

"I will."

Suddenly, for a very short time the bright colors of her bubble changed to black and white. The colors of her wings. Dizzy didn't seem to notice, though.

"Please don't worry about me."