<strong>Name:</strong>Cinnamon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Park, tugging on sleeves.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Them & Her.<br/><br/>"I thought it was funny," Cinnamon said in the wake of her laughter, the smile that she wore one of genuine appreciation and delight and perhaps, just a touch simple.  She liked his smile, even if she did frown somewhat with the way he kept tossing bits of bread towards the dead ducks.<br/><br/>It had her stepping closer, with a quiet ease as she tugged against the hem of their sleeve, "Excuse me," she whispered, full of eyes that trusted and lips that seemed all too quick to smile, as if they were longing too, hoping too and to often found reasons as to why she could not, "But you need to feed the live ones, it's not nice to make fun of the dead like that."<br/><br/>Her voice was gentle, as well, tender in a way that seemed so at odds with the world around them, as if the little creature still had a heart that hadn't been ripped away.  And there was something all too pleading in the way those large eyes of hers went round and she added with such a heartfelt, "<em>Please</em>."<br/><br/>But the question...their question...their? Loud? Lurker?<br/><br/>"I'm not sure who that is, except it looks like it ought to be the Dormouse only...I don't know." And why she didn't know seemed to bother her as much as hir trying to feed dead ducks had, "Excuse me," there it went again, this time with her tongue peeking out between her teeth for a thoughtful moment, "What did you mean, 'They're very loud?'