Sewing Needle Samba [Ghost]

Thierry looked around more, approaching the pile of sparkles. Come on, she couldn't have just vanished. She was too obvious, a noisy little girl running through people and around traffic and just all manner of dangerous things. She had to be around here somewhere.

Of course, he was so focused on trying to find the little girl that he didn't even think to look in the pile of swept up sparkles that looked like it had just recently exploded again.

So when he got a little closer...

"Boo!"

Thierry screeched.

At least she wasn't running anymore, he thought as he placed a hand over his chest to calm his now rapidly beating heart. "OH GOODNESS. Oh gosh. Ohhhhh..." He groaned. "You scared the bejeesus out of me, little Irie."

Thierry watched her as his heart thrummed in terror. Every corner of his body told him to run away, yet he knew logically that there was nothing for him to really run from. Irie wasn't dangerous or anything, and there was no real reason for him to fear her. Yet the way she jumped out at him had him gasping for breath and desperately wishing to be anywhere that wasn't where he was right now.

For a moment, the small girl that he'd been chasing hadn't seemed to notice his stressed predicament. She was too busy laughing and enjoying herself in her own little pile of glittering sparkles. But it didn't take long for those big eyes to be trained on him, and figure out that he wasn't exactly 'calm' right now.

Though he hadn't been expecting her to start crying.

"N-no, no, I'm--no, I'm not hurt, you know, I'm just.... scared?" He wheezed. "Please don't cry, you're just so spooky when you go 'boo'..."

Thierry reached out to pat her head. "It was... uh, fun playing with you Irie. But where are you parents...?"