Lepidoptera Larva, lets start crawling.

[withmorelove]

[So, anyone who happens to entering or exiting 1767 Beaver Street will find an extremely bored looking, obscenely pale, just shy of six foot tall boy sitting on a chair he has moved directly into the path of the door.

He has his arms folded, one leg crossed over the other and he is staring with some very purple eyes. He doesn't look very impressed

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[perfektsymmetry]

[Er, well, the paperboy is here! He notices the new face sitting on the porch, and gives you a smile.]

Um. Hey there. Paper? [Holds one up, offering.]

[withmorelove]

[You get no smile. You get more staring from shiny purple eyes.]

...I can't say I exactly expected that, but thank you.

[Taking that paper now, but not breaking his stare.]

[perfektsymmetry]

[Smile falters, and you get a somewhat uncomfortable look that he tries to cover. G-geez, those eyes.]

Ah. S-sorry? I uh, are you new?

[withmorelove]

[Well, this is the first time he's spoken to someone who wasn't paid to since he was in the single digits of age, social skills, he has none.]

New, huh? Then I guess this isn't the usual form of kidnapping...They usually do not involve newspapers anyway.

[wristsniper]

[Coming up behind you is one pissed-looking, half-uniformed ice bitch. She's your mom. You know, the lady from the pictures you may or may not have seen.]

Who are you, and why are you in my house?

[withmorelove]

[He'll just be glancing over his shoulder, and then shuffling around.]

Chouno Koushaku. I woke up here.

[wristsniper]

In this house?

[She sneers a little; of course Mayfield would give her another burden.]

Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong. I'm from Amestris, as are the other two children here. How old are you, Chouno?

[withmorelove]

Hello, Major General. I'm sixteen.

What's Amestris, if you don't mind me asking? An organization?

/trolls

[a_gentlelight]

[As usual, Gash is strolling his merry way around Mayfield because his 'parents' are special folk, happily singing a song about groping boobs- a very popular tune where he's from- when he stumbles upon the odd sight.

Hi, I'm barely three feet tall and what is this.]

Uuuu. [Prepare yourself, Chouno, as a six-year-old proceeds to stare right back with wide, wide eyes.]

/summons troll hunters

[withmorelove]

[Staring back.

What the balls is this pile of fuck, for serious. What an ugly kid.]

:<

[a_gentlelight]

[Hey, at least his horns haven't grown out yet. I mean what.]

Nuuu. You are...?

/harpoons

[withmorelove]

Chouno Koushaku.

[God he's hideous. What the hell is he even

What

god damn.]

[buildstherobots]

[Dist frowns as he comes up the front step; yes, he's actually home for once!]

Who are you?

[withmorelove]

[Staring with his big purple eyes for a little while.]

Chouno Koushaku. If you're asking that, I guess this is your house? Or at least, you're connected to it.

[buildstherobots]

I technically live here. You're new here and you're one of the "children," I guess, right?

[withmorelove]

I am new here, yes, but the rest would be something I feel requires explanation.

[kuichigiru]

[ Hibari is staring back. He doesn't look particularly impressed, either. ]

[withmorelove]

[Yeah? Chouno looks less impressed. And he's staring more.

Competition go.]

[kuichigiru]

[ Staring contest? Oh man, it's on. ]

[withmorelove]

[It's on in a manner akin to Donkey Kong, I assure you, because Chouno is not blinking yet.]