[ Midnight looks between the playground equipment, then the strange man, then the strange man's compatriot. The plea lands upon his pointed ears. This fellow, apparently, has a fatal aversion to the concept of fun. His aid is requested. (The requester is quite charming, as his is compatriot.)
Midnight nods seriously, then shrugs off his leather coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby bench, before rolling up the sleeves of his pink button-up, folding the cuffs over and tucking them neatly. He nods to the climbing frame. ]
Race you to the top. Gentlemen's rules, no interference. Go.
[ He grins, then books it to the frame. He's not at top speed, though; winning isn't the point for him here. He wants to see if the stranger actually wants to play. ]
a walk in the park;
Midnight nods seriously, then shrugs off his leather coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby bench, before rolling up the sleeves of his pink button-up, folding the cuffs over and tucking them neatly. He nods to the climbing frame. ]
Race you to the top. Gentlemen's rules, no interference. Go.
[ He grins, then books it to the frame. He's not at top speed, though; winning isn't the point for him here. He wants to see if the stranger actually wants to play. ]