makes my heart beat

[folklore]

【 the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme 】
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[saintnorth]

Augh!

[ He's not particularly surprised by the turn of events, but regardless North makes a show of it as he spins about in circles, as if trying to free himself of the little spitfire attached to him. ]

[claussenchild]

[Katherine is ready to make a show of it too, fierce in her gestures and bold in word-- until her little sketchbook tumbles out of her pocket.]

Oh-- oops.

[Letting go, she hurries to pick it up- she'd rather not leave it on the floor, after all. There were many important drawings in there, especially of Ombric and their new friend.]

[saintnorth]

[ Freed of the little girl, North stops spinning about and rights himself, a little dizzy before he turns back towards where she's scampered to pick up her book.

Coming about to where she is, he leans forward, hand braced on her shoulder. ]

[claussenchild]

[Looking up over her shoulder, Katherine can't help but be amused. She holds the book to her chest with one arm and places her free hand on her hip.]

What? You're going to fall over, aren't you. You should be more careful.

[saintnorth]

[ North looks at her, briefly dazed, before offering her a cheeky grin and squeezing her shoulder gently. ]

I don't think I've ever done that before.

[ His voice is a little childishly delighted, truth be told. ]

[claussenchild]

Really? And here I'd thought you'd done everything.

[Grinning, she leans against him and flips through her sketchbook.]

So you were studying with the owls, then.

[saintnorth]

Most things. I was not much of a child, Kat.

[ His arm slips around to settle on her collar, entire forearm resting from shoulder to shoulder comfortably. ]

They're interesting to talk to, but I'm still getting the hang of it.

[claussenchild]

It's funny, because I could say you are much of a child now.

[It's a little jab, but it hasn't got any bite She keeps flipping through her book, nodding.]

I haven't learned too much yet. But they're very good at teasing and getting Ombric very ruffled if he leaves me to take care of them.

[saintnorth]

I've been shown a great deal of wondrous things, you know.

[ He accepts the jab gracefully, peering down at her book as he continues to lean forward. It's not enough to disturb her own leaning, at least. ]

I believe he was trying to talk me into getting him and his friends something to snack on, actually.

[claussenchild]

And I have, too. Not so many things, though. But I'll have adventures and see those sorts of things, too.

[Flipping past some of the newer drawings, she almost tips the book away.]

If you do it, Ombric will complain. He says they're going to get too big to fly if I'm left in charge of them.

[saintnorth]

Nothing I have seen has been quite so wondrous as Santoff Claussen. It's... different. But you will get to find that out for yourself.

[ His nose scrunches as she keeps him from seeing her art, but he doesn't press despite the curiosity itching at him. ]

Ombric complains about a lot of things. The elderly often find new ways to.

[claussenchild]

Of course I will.

[She can practically smell his curiosity and it pleases her-- now she's the one with a secret Nicholas wants to know. And she hasn't got very many stories of her own, not ones that could rival those of her friend. But she will get more, she knows.

Holding the book closed at her hips, she seems amused.]

He really has seen most everything. I'm sure it's not difficult to find things to complain about!

[saintnorth]

[ He could very well snatch the journal from her, and they both know it. The thief has taken greater things than a little girl's sketchbook, after all, and from greater forces that outnumbered him in astronomical odds. But Nicholas never stole from children when he grew older, and he would not start now with one that had somehow managed to weasel into his heart.

Body leaning down further, he calmly props his chin on top of her head, just to be a general nuisance (while also offering a bit of affection). ]

And with how ornery he is, he'll complain about nothing at all if it suits his fancy.

[claussenchild]

[She knows it, and it's astounding, really. It's a new sense of trust she can put in for a hopeful hero.

She sticks out her tongue when he leans on her head, and grins.]

If the owls hear you, they'll tell him! Watch it.

[saintnorth]

[ Rubbing his chin on her hair obnoxiously-- North, you are 20-something-years old, what are you doing-- he grins right back at her. ]

I'll just bribe their silence from them.

[claussenchild]

And Ombric will know exactly why his owls are fat.

[She brings the book up to tap him on the forehead, making an attempt to pout past her smile.]

I'm not a chin rest!