[53] just close your eyes and count to ten

[buildstherobots]

Comments

A - couldn't resist

[weiss_tank]

[Ken was just walking peacefully along when he felt the tugging on his jacket]

Eh? [He looks down. Awww...]

Hey little guy, are you lost?

a

[bittyglitter]

[He nods, sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve.] Y-yes... Where am I?

Re: a

[weiss_tank]

[Ken sighs a bit and kneels down a little. He hands the little crying thing some tissues.]

I take it you're new huh. This is a town called Mayfield. I don't think you would have heard of it.

a

[bittyglitter]

[He nods again, taking the tissues and scrubbing at his nose.]

I don't even know how I got here... How do I get home?

[Oh, so hopeful. Good luck with this one.]

C

[badend_replay]

[ Awww, Rika can't ignore someone looking so sad. She'll walk over and set her bag on the ground, kneeling a bit to be at level with him and holding out her handkerchief-- she's such a good young lady, you know. ]

There there, do not be sad. What is it that you are drawing?

Re: C

[bittyglitter]

[He takes the handkerchief, wiping his face(mostly his nose) with it.] Just... Just some toy plans... It's something I'm working on at h-home... [His eyes well up again as he says the word.]

[badend_replay]

Is that so? You must be very talented then!

Do you like making toys then? You must make people very happy!

[bittyglitter]

I like machines. It's a little one I'm making for the Professor...

[He trails off, poking at the design forlornly with the stick.]

B

[lined_circle]

[Theta spots him getting into a nearby car, and she walks over, going up on tiptoe to peer into the machinery as well.]

What're you do~ing? Are you an ergaleomancer? You're little...

Re: B

[bittyglitter]

Not that little! [He squares his little shoulders as he says it.]

[lined_circle]

No, but they're supposed to be big big. How old are you?

[bittyglitter]

Ten. And I'm not... The thing you said.

C

[bethebetterkid]

[In said tree, Casimiro is sitting on one of the overhead branches, dropping pebbles on the poor kid beneath him. An attempt to get his attention, maybe.]

C

[bittyglitter]

[He's not sure where the pebbles are coming from at first. He swats at his head a few times before looking all the way up and seeing that someone's been dropping things on him; he screws his face up a little, scrambling back and throwing his stick up into the branches.]

Cut it out!

[bethebetterkid]

[He snickers, raising his arm as the stick is thrown at him. Good, now that he's got his attention he swings on the branch, hanging upside-down by his knees.]

What're you cryin' about, huh?

[bittyglitter]

I-I wasn't!

[And it's true, sort of. There aren't any tears coming out, despite the sniffling and the red eyes.]

C

[weaponsparked]

[On his way to work, via the park... and what does he see? A small, sad child. Does he help said child? Does he offer a consoling ear?]

... What is wrong with your intakes?

[Nope.]

C

[bittyglitter]

What's...?

[It takes just a moment for the meaning to sink in, and when it does he claps his hands over his nose, scooting back up against the tree in a slight panic.]

N-nothing!

[weaponsparked]

[He tilts his head, arching a brow.]

... You're leaking. Ew.

[bittyglitter]

[He tries frantically to clean his face up on his sleeve, pressed up against the tree trunk as though he can disappear behind it.]

I'm sorry!