Fifteenth Truth [Accidental Video/Action]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[There might be something familiar about the young child wandering around outside, near the front door. Perhaps it's the patterns on his bitty little kimono, the distinctive red marks on his face, his pale skin, the odd shape of the toy sword he has tucked into his belt

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[dashboardlite]

[Ever since the clinginess fiasco that happened between him and Castiel - admittedly, the angel hadn't noticed anything off, but Dean could sense a certain weirdness - Dean's been meandering around the halls, looking for something to do and hoping to locate a hot chick and some mistletoe. He steps into the foyer and is most assuredly surprised to see someone...really familiar.]

...Medicine Man?

[Dean raises an eyebrow, moving closer to the kid with weird markings on his face. He looks to be around seven or eight. It's hard to tell. A lotta kids look the same to him. He's seen a few other little kids running around the house, so it must be a fucked up Christmas thing.]

Hey there. [He offers a harmless smile, slowing his pace and stopping several feet away from the little booger.] How ya doin' there, buddy?

[This place isn't safe for kids at all.]

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[The small child looks up at him, confused. He's a little ill at ease with the human acting like he knows him, but there's no one else around, so he can't really be ignored...]

...I'm well.

Thank you.

[dashboardlite]

[He always feels as though he has to keep an eye out for people he knows...and the Medicine Seller has helped him plenty of times before. Even though he's tiny and probably can't remember Dean right now.

He's still vulnerable, and Dean's got a soft spot for kids.]

This house isn't that safe, dude. You gotta watch yourself around here. You need any help?

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[He considers this in silence for a few long moments.]

I... think not.

Tell me... [His slow, deliberate speech patterns are so much odder with a child's voice.] ...What dangers are there here?

If you don't want to do this, I'll delete the comment |D

[disjointed_dead]

[Best. Christmas present. Ever.

Kayako lurks near the front door, watching the child carefully. Just come inside...you know you want to.]

Dude, are you kidding? I am SO up for this! We'll just set it after any other threads.

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[The child stops, still a few yards from the door, and looks at her.]

[His hand goes to the little toy sword, because he might be a child, but he's still not human; he can feel something's wrong, and has a decent idea about it.]

You...

...Who are you?

[disjointed_dead]

[Kayako looks at him without speaking, then moves back, out of sight.

Just because she's not visible doesn't mean she's not there, though.]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[The tiny little Medicine Seller frowns.]

...The Form is "onryo".

[His little toy sword's teeth clack together sharply.]

Two more.

[There's something about his soft, high voice that makes this whole routine a bit comical.]

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[alwaysrec]

[ oh my. role reversal? ]

Ah... Hello, Kusuriuri-san.

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[The Medicine Seller gives the device an unusually small and cute blank stare.]

...Good day.

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[alwaysrec]

[ s-so adorable. YOU SEE THE HAND MOVING? YOU SEE IT? sketching going at rapid pace here lol ]

Is it not cold outside?

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[tadanokusuriuri]

[The little Medicine Seller, oblivious to his sudden moe-ness, holds out a hand and catches a few snowflakes in it.]

...Somewhat. Why?