Vozreal wasn't fazed.
"What type of tea? If none, what other drink you want, miss?" He asked Peppermint
No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)
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Then, the figure threw Wren to death-
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"Drinks?" The girl hummed thoughtfully. "Do you have milkshakes? A strawberry one. With whipped cream, and sprinkles, and a cherry, and… and peppermint candies!"
He made that for her.
"Here you go!" He said, handing it to her
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Peppermint gasped, a wide grin on her face. "Thanks, old man!" The girl set her lollipop down and wrapped her hands around the glass, draining the milkshake and scooping the whipped cream out of the bottom of the glass with her hands.
He got everyone their drinks.
"So… You want to find someone…" He said. "Why?"
"I'm not even that old! I'm like 25!" he lied
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(;-; Maybe I should start over with Wren-XD-)
(I guess?)
"Thanks!" He said to Valorie
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Peppermint narrowed her eyes. "You look even older than Big Bro Cracker," she muttered. "Big Bro Cracker's way older than 25."
"Just drink your milkshake…" He said, dismissing Peppermint.
"You want more?" He asked
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"Fine, old man." Peppermint giggled, swinging her legs back and forth. "I bet you're older than Mama," she stated. "Mama's really, really old. Maybe even older than Old Man Whitebeard." The girl's face lit up. "Maybe even older than that Soul King guy on Straw Hat's crew!" She leaned back on the couch, collapsing with giggles.
"Yare yare…" He said
He got her some more
"No problem!" he replied, wondering why him
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"I bet you're older than a giant, old man!" Peppermint's face was spread into a grin. "Older than- than the elephant!" The girl howled with laughter, falling off the couch with a thud. "Older than the whole world!"
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(Vozreal: exists)
(Peppermint: old man)
"You're correct on the last part, but only chronologically."
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(oKAy- Imma just like- restart Wren and stuff-)
Wren walked up the porch, and knocked on the door, hands in her pockets as rain droplets were all over her. 'This is the only place I could find.' She thought, sighing.
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"What's chro-no-lo-gi-cal-ly mean?" Peppermint sounded the word out slowly, tilting her head in confusion. "Sounds like something in Big Bro Mont-d'Or's books."
He answered the door.
"Come in." he sighed