[ There comes a quiet giggle from somewhere behind and overhead of where he's working, where a little girl is currently hovering over the bridge, tiny angel wings flapping on her back as she hovers nearby. Keeping an eye on the park and making sure no one got hurt had been keeping Nanako busy, but not so busy that she hadn't paused in her patrol to watch the boy working at the tangled ropes. ]
I don't think it wants to be whipped into shape...
Rope Bridge Rumble
I don't think it wants to be whipped into shape...