"What with that muddy-gloomy lookin'? You aight, Kar?"
There was another little girl chanted concern, though a buoyant approach she was bringing it about—didn't want another gloomy nuance overlapping the already gloomy-felt nuance now, would she? A little girl who confronted trying to comfort another little girl in the same creamy-white attire of a frilly one-piece midi dress as hers, and was also lulled by the same wild west wind of breath of autumn's being, only her double buns creamy-toned hair that no doubt was distinct herself from her peer looking all muddy-gloomy… as per her words were uttered…
"Quit botherin' me, Riz. Tryin' to focus here, as you already hell know."
…but as it turned out, her peer did not seem too fond of accepting that kind of concerned words for some reason; her peer, the little girl whose darkish-blue hair was tied tidily in a side ponytail, as though wanting to kindly ask her to stop nettle her focus…
