The anti-social is... making friends? (open)

As Kokoa heard those words, she felt absolutely guilty. She looked away and muttered "I'm... sorry..." While blushing

"Hmph.." was all she said before silencing herself.

"I..." Kokoa spoke "Would like to be friends with you." She stretched her hand out for a handshake, she was still blushing since she had never asked something like that. "I guess not everyone is like mama and papa." She thought.

Maria glared down towards Kokoa, before turning her head to the side, the shadows covering her face.

Arthur walked up to her. " You know... she only acted like that because she thought you might know were her sister is. I'd probably do the same thing if I lost ben. "

Kokoa looked down sadly, she wasn't used to people disliking her. But it was her fault anyways, even if fighting wasn't in her nature, it's just that the memory of her sister makes her so... Mad at herself.

Anyways, she had an idea. She hugged Maria's legs while saying "Please" repeatedly "Please be my friend!" She looked up to Maria. She had switched from tantrum mode to normal/sweet child mode again.

She smiled at Arthur in a thankful mode for agreeing with her.

"Forgiveness and trust…Two things that I can never give to anyone." she said, even though it didn't make sense.

Kokoa just stood up, giving her a blank stare. She stared at her for a few seconds before hugging her tightly, not saying a word.

ben sits down on her other leg in his typical childish nature. " please be her friend. " he says smiling hopfully.

"…" Maria stared down at Kokoa before turning her gaze towards Ben. "…Making friends with a crazed maniac, I'm sure that'll work out…" she said, sarcasm in her voice at the last part.

"I'm not a maniac..." Kokoa whispers.

"I was referring to myself…" she pointed out.

"Well" Kokoa looked up to Maria "I want to be your friend!" She then smiled sweetly

OOC: I have to go for now. Night everybody!

[OOC: Alright. Goodnight.]

Causper sighed. Honestly this little girl was worse then her mother. She grabbed the little girl by the collar of her shirt and lifted her up so that she could look in the little girl's eyes.
"You won't last long in the world with a two-faced attitude like that. It also just so happens that I will personally kill you if you harm ANY of the witches I am friends with. I do tend to be overprotective of certain people."
She told the girl with her darkest and most lethal voice. She let the girl drop to the ground.
"The past defines thy future, yet thy sight affects it more. The more obvious thine quest appears the more adversaries shall arise to challenge thee."
She looked up at the others and then down to the hackey sack lying on the ground. It wasn't often that her anger was so obvious through her voice, old English was something she never used with any other emotion.

Arthur stood there his feet shifting nervously, he wanted to do something besides feel sad. " Soooo... I bet you I can read your mind. " he said to causper.

Causper turned to Arthur. He was probably trying to make things better, but once she started speaking old english she was usually past the point of no return.
"Thine own mind is something uncomplicated. With thy life of living amongst a house of the common it is near impossible for one of thine stature to enter mine own head and remain unchanged. Mine is a story in which all are both actor, and audience. Writer, and reader. A duo that must never know what the other is thinking. Thou art nothing compared to the powers of the fate's daughters. The women who know all."

Maria crossed her arms once more, glaring towards the side, as she kept quiet her teal hues glowing underneath the shadows of her dark grey hood. Maria remained completely silent, ignoring her surroundings.

Charlotte backed away very slightly from everyone and pulled her hood forward too. Now we have a witch hating brat here too. Wonderful.

Arthur rolled his eyes, causper was being pretty annoying. he walked up to charlotte to the side turning his head and trying to peak through her hood he asked. " hey, who are you? "

"A friend." She replied.

" Who's named... who does...? " he asked. he wasn't trying to be mean, he just wanted to make Shure she wouldn't whip out a bomb when he turned his back.

"Who's named Charlotte, who does nothing to hurt anyone." She replies.

Maria kept silent, her hidden face seemed to bring over a dark mood around. "..."