[Alan isn't even going to hide his delight at being able to help children. The smile on his face is huge and those green eyes bright. In the interest of blending in he's dressed in jeans, a button down shirt with a sweater vest and over that a bright yellow and orange safety vest. He's bringing his fingers to his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle to get the kids attention.]
Alright, kiddos! You can call me Mister Alan. I'll be seeing to it you all get home safely. Everyone form a neat little line and take hold of the rope. Then you're going to follow after me. Don't worry you won't get lost with me to guide you.
[That "rope" isn't quiet a rope. It's a twist of vines that have weaved their way from Alan before being gripped by little hands and in turn gripping them in return. And they're off looking very much a mama duck and her ducklings.]
Violet Veranda
[If anyone knows Alan they would know he would be drawn to this for two reasons - children and flowers. So it's no surprise that the god is kneeling near the flower bed looking it over with a critical eye behind his glasses.]
There you are. You nasty, annoying little buggers certainly like to go everywhere, don't you?
[It's a pity that no one is here to appreciate his humor - or so he thinks. Standing, he's brushing dirt from his slacks.] But this just won't do.
Alan Humphries | Kuroshitsuji - The Most Beautiful Death In the World | God
[Alan isn't even going to hide his delight at being able to help children. The smile on his face is huge and those green eyes bright. In the interest of blending in he's dressed in jeans, a button down shirt with a sweater vest and over that a bright yellow and orange safety vest. He's bringing his fingers to his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle to get the kids attention.]
Alright, kiddos! You can call me Mister Alan. I'll be seeing to it you all get home safely. Everyone form a neat little line and take hold of the rope. Then you're going to follow after me. Don't worry you won't get lost with me to guide you.
[That "rope" isn't quiet a rope. It's a twist of vines that have weaved their way from Alan before being gripped by little hands and in turn gripping them in return. And they're off looking very much a mama duck and her ducklings.]
Violet Veranda
[If anyone knows Alan they would know he would be drawn to this for two reasons - children and flowers. So it's no surprise that the god is kneeling near the flower bed looking it over with a critical eye behind his glasses.]
There you are. You nasty, annoying little buggers certainly like to go everywhere, don't you?
[It's a pity that no one is here to appreciate his humor - or so he thinks. Standing, he's brushing dirt from his slacks.] But this just won't do.
Wildcard!
[Hit me up with a prompt of your own.]