[Enma had once more roped into another potentially sticky situation. It was another one of those things where someone easily took advantage of his meek nature to talk him into something he actually doesn't really want to do. This time? It was wearing a strange costume that is supposed to look like a meerkat. He's thankful enough that the mask hides his face, but this was still embarrassing!
He's holding a sign that's boasting the opening of new store, with sales up to 50% off. Even though he's been given lines to read on the back of the sign... Were gods supposed to really be doing a job like this?]
C-Come on in! We're having a grand opening sale... [What's that next line? Whoever wrote this has awful penmanship.] Some of our teams are up to fifty presents off!
[Wait, that doesn't sound right...]
[Manic Molting]
[Feathers. Just feathers. Everywhere. Figuring out why the birds were molting was not up Enma's alley, but at least he can help with the cleanup. His skinny arms are great for reaching into small spaces to grab as many feathers as he can. Getting up higher was a bit of a task for this vertically challenged teen so he might need help with that.
A little later he finds out just how much feathers can itch and tickle at the same time when a ill timed sneeze sends them all flying into the air. There's feathers everywhere. His hair, somehow down his hoodie and shirt, sticking to his clothes... it's not a good look and the poor boy is stuck cleaning up the feathers. Enma doesn't seem too bothered being covered in them, looking rather resigned and tired instead. Just another day of bad luck. Mind helping a kid out?]
Enma Kozato | Katekyo Hitman Reborn | God
[Enma had once more roped into another potentially sticky situation. It was another one of those things where someone easily took advantage of his meek nature to talk him into something he actually doesn't really want to do. This time? It was wearing a strange costume that is supposed to look like a meerkat. He's thankful enough that the mask hides his face, but this was still embarrassing!
He's holding a sign that's boasting the opening of new store, with sales up to 50% off. Even though he's been given lines to read on the back of the sign... Were gods supposed to really be doing a job like this?]
C-Come on in! We're having a grand opening sale... [What's that next line? Whoever wrote this has awful penmanship.] Some of our teams are up to fifty presents off!
[Wait, that doesn't sound right...]
[Manic Molting]
[Feathers. Just feathers. Everywhere. Figuring out why the birds were molting was not up Enma's alley, but at least he can help with the cleanup. His skinny arms are great for reaching into small spaces to grab as many feathers as he can. Getting up higher was a bit of a task for this vertically challenged teen so he might need help with that.
A little later he finds out just how much feathers can itch and tickle at the same time when a ill timed sneeze sends them all flying into the air. There's feathers everywhere. His hair, somehow down his hoodie and shirt, sticking to his clothes... it's not a good look and the poor boy is stuck cleaning up the feathers. Enma doesn't seem too bothered being covered in them, looking rather resigned and tired instead. Just another day of bad luck. Mind helping a kid out?]
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