[the leaves of the tree shuffle. . . before said boy pokes his head out from behind them,hanging upside down from the branch, like some kind of monkey?? there's a white mask perched on the top of his head that somehow doesn't fall down with the force of gravity. . . and he is dressed in a sleeveless gray top that looks a bit too thick and insulated for the weather. it's fine!!]
[. . .]
[there's a momentary pause as he takes her in-- red hair, school uniform, perky attitude-- and something. . . stirs from within. that same echo of the Fool, or something even stronger, beats in the back of his mind perfectly in time with his pulse. it's a sensation he has already felt a few times before. . . and he is starting to understand what it means]
[but for now, he pushes the vague, ethereal familiarity aside to focus on something else: ISLAND FOOD]
no subject
[. . .]
[there's a momentary pause as he takes her in-- red hair, school uniform, perky attitude-- and something. . . stirs from within. that same echo of the Fool, or something even stronger, beats in the back of his mind perfectly in time with his pulse. it's a sensation he has already felt a few times before. . . and he is starting to understand what it means]
[but for now, he pushes the vague, ethereal familiarity aside to focus on something else: ISLAND FOOD]
That depends. How do you feel about coconuts?