Prizzy Kriyze
Multiple Stab Wounds
Having your hand shook by a giant was as much of an awesome experience as it was a strange one. Their hands were obviously not compatible in that way, but it was interesting to say the least. "Waaah!" Mihile exclaimed in an amused fashion when she hoisted him onto her shoulder. "Well, that's fun!" He added, giggling ever so slightly. He'd have to admit that he liked everyone he'd come across so far at the school, which seemed like an almost impossible statistic judged by all his previous encounters with other people. He looked to the girl's face as she introduced herself. "Nice to met you Scarlett. Fitting name, yo. Would you also believe me if I told you that your hair color wasn't the first thing I noticed about you?"
Mihile held onto her clothing as she shuffled around to grab something, all the while uttering more quiet "Weee"s. Riding on her shoulder was something like riding a roller coaster, which was one of the few things Milo really enjoyed. He was almost hoping he'd be put on the girl's team just so he could do this regularly. He looked up to the two large sandwiches she held up, and then said "Thank you! Well, ehm, I don't really think our meal sizes are exactly the same, but if you could give me a piece of the beef one I'd be happy." Mihile was a big eater, but he doubted he could really compete with a twelve-foot person.
He accepted the bit of sandwich, and was just about to say something when the speech started. "Oooh, look at this." He said, then stuffed his mouth with sandwich as he watched the school's principal. He didn't partake in any clapping, seeing as his hands were more than occupied, but the speech watered a seed in his chest. It grew, extended through the cracks of his personality and sent a feeling into his brain. Excitement. He wanted to fight everyone here, and he wanted to be the strongest. A diabolical smile spread over his face and a quiet sinister "Heh." escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.
He shook his head and looked to Scarlett. "Pretty good, huh?"
@Riddle78
Mihile held onto her clothing as she shuffled around to grab something, all the while uttering more quiet "Weee"s. Riding on her shoulder was something like riding a roller coaster, which was one of the few things Milo really enjoyed. He was almost hoping he'd be put on the girl's team just so he could do this regularly. He looked up to the two large sandwiches she held up, and then said "Thank you! Well, ehm, I don't really think our meal sizes are exactly the same, but if you could give me a piece of the beef one I'd be happy." Mihile was a big eater, but he doubted he could really compete with a twelve-foot person.
He accepted the bit of sandwich, and was just about to say something when the speech started. "Oooh, look at this." He said, then stuffed his mouth with sandwich as he watched the school's principal. He didn't partake in any clapping, seeing as his hands were more than occupied, but the speech watered a seed in his chest. It grew, extended through the cracks of his personality and sent a feeling into his brain. Excitement. He wanted to fight everyone here, and he wanted to be the strongest. A diabolical smile spread over his face and a quiet sinister "Heh." escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.
He shook his head and looked to Scarlett. "Pretty good, huh?"
@Riddle78