Crimson

CASTLE-SAN~!!!!!

Have you checked your living room yet~?

[Because there's a pony in there now. A mechanical one! Just as promised~!]

Bastet-san, it's gone now, but if you're unsure, let's meet at your shop.

[He wants to train some more. And see how the elbow and knee pads can be put to use.]

Perhaps trying to climb all the way up the slide wasn--

[And here a line of ink streaks across the page, as if the writer suddenly took a dodgeball to the head. Which he did.]

--wasn't the best of ideas... Might I possibly trouble anyone for a bit of help please? My butt is getting quite sore under all the balls' loving attentions.

_{{OOC: Crimson, being the intelligent man that he is, forgot that while he may be a child on the inside, he's mostly definitely not a child on the outside. Which isn't exactly the smartest of things to forget when playing on playground sized for children. Guess who's stuck in this slide, with only his head and one arm sticking out from the top?}}