Essie
Nicole died. THE END!

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```rp BEGIN!```

Mallow is exploring.

One paw in front of the other, eventually they would take her to wonderous lands. At least, she thinks so. It was around just this tree- no, maybe the next one?- where she would find something cool to make this all worthwhile. She just had to keep on going.

...After all, if Mallow ever gives up, she will have to admit to herself just how lost she is. But she doesn't, so she won't, and maybe within this bush lies treasure beyond her wildest imagination.
Juan
*Too bad Mallow is too stupid to have learned that the greatest treasure of all is FRIENDSHIP! But sucks for her because that friendship nuke is in the form of a smelly and ugly GRIM!!*

"Ugh." *The owl was washing his cape in a stream, although not very good with busywork, it was getting a bit muddy from the water in the shallow parts of the stream.* "Horrid."

*Oh. A kitty cat was approaching. Although Grim would never think the words 'kitty cat', he's far too serious for that.* "Oh. You. Another child. What are you doing here? Go home." *The owl scowled at her.*
Essie
[[ rp between grim and reaper and im not invited *Kicks feet\*

Mallow stared a while, immediately deciding that writing in present tense wasn't for her. She takes a solid ten seconds to stare Grim up and down, before moving closer to him with small and careful steps.

"No. I don't know what direction it is." She responded with a bland yet casual tone, finding a thick root to sit on and watch the owl wash his cloak. 

"What are you doing." Mallow took a seat, and pointed at the cape.
Juan
"Well, *I'm* Not sure, either! But that isn't my problem, now is it?" *He huffed all grumpy like and shoved his cloak into the river. Its bottom parts were still picking up mud.*

"Ugh." *He rolled his eyes and sat back, holding the thing up and letting watter drip on the stone he was on.* "I'm *Trying* To clean this thing. This stream is insufferable, though. It-"

*He went silent for a moment, deadpan.* "Orphan?"
Essie
"If we're lost for too long we will get hungry and I'll eat you for survival." Mallow barely dwelled on it. You see, she knew of the circle of life- and accepted it full well, as she was supposed to. Unfortunately, she had a little too much enthusiasm. "I have a dad. I think. Maybe he died." 

Mallow went silent for a moment, deadpan.

"*Orphan?*"

She was a copycat at heart, staring back at Grim with her imitation of his, hehe, grimace. She wasn't very good at it.
Juan
"Yes, orphan. It means you have no parents. And from the sound of it, yes, you *Are* An orphan." *He almost delivered it as a snide insult, but not intentionally. He tossed his cape over a branch and started to... Smack it... To try and get the water out? It was anyone's guess what he was actually even doing at this point.*

"You children are so horribly mannered nowadays. You know, fathers are a waste of space, anyhow. You aught to have someone taking care of-" No no NO we're not adopting this kid. "You have someone taking care of you. You have to. It simply must be." Please, for the love of Giratina, be adopted already.
Essie
"Do you have no parents."

Mallow leaned in to sniff Grim, just incase it was a smellable trait.

"Last time I checked my dad was alive. That was a while ago though. He leaves for long times. For work." She crouched over- scratching her ear with her back paw. Mallow took everything at face value, and most of Grim's mannerisms came off as weird instead of particularly mean.
Juan
"Yes, I have parents. No, they are not alive. And no, I don't particularly miss them." *He continued batting the cloak down.* Schwap. Swap. Schwap. "I am a prince. A prince of a long lost kingdom. And our family is different.

"And you... Are in an awful lot of danger out here." *He stopped swatting the cloak to actually face Mallow, leaning down to her level.* "That's horrid. Your father just leaves you to fend for yourself, then? He sounds like an abhorrent person. ... That means 'horrible.'"