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tinycameron.
Cameron blinks and then cants his head to the side in confusion. He hasn’t understood a word Braden’s said but maybe that’s alright – either way, the younger male is apologizing and Cammy’s smile is instant and forgiving. “Well, a weapon is designed for inflicting harm so I don’t think the sonic screwdriver necessarily qualifies. We’re both a little, um, off the mark… maybe some clues around it?” He double checks the bag, trying to remember if anything might melt in his prolonged time away from a refrigerator. He thinks he’s set and besides, spending time with Braden is worth a bit of softened butter or something. “You’re better at them than me, though.”
BRADEN TAKES A MOMENT to look back down at the words he’s already managed to solve, the end of his pencil dragging down the list of clues, before settling on the one that lead to solving the third letter. After another few beats of thought, he scratches down ‘try to’ in the boxes that cross directly over the answer he was currently stuck on, the ‘Y’ hitting directly in the center. “Looks like we got ‘Y’ for the third letter,” he mumbles absent-mindedly, before finally stumbling across the solution. “Ray gun,” he whispers a moment later in realization, mostly to himself than anything else. His gaze cuts back up as soon as he’s filled the answer in, watching as the other peaked into the bag of, what seemed to be, groceries. “Sorry-- did you need to get that inside?” He wouldn’t necessarily call the lilt that currently edged at his tone disappointment, but he’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t want the other boy to linger for just a bit longer.
jaysonfitz.
Jay heard the male as the question to himself aloud – but of course, Jay had to put his two sense in. “ Ray gun,” he mumbled, “ – or phaser. ” Jays voice cracked as he starred down at the male with a blank expression on his face.
BRADEN’S GAZE LIFTS UP at that, considering look crossing his stare. “Hmm,” he hums a bit thoughtfully, focus returning back to the puzzle, momentarily, pencil tapping against his lips as he assess the letters he’s already been given for the particular word. “Ah-- raygun, it is,” he mumbles, a small, satisfied quirk to his lips appearing as he scribbles the letters into place. “Cheers.” His eyes raise up once again, thankful smile suddenly being aimed towards the stranger.
spencehale.
Spencer settles down next to him with more than a little bit of obvious strain, muscles going slack as he leans back against the wall, and his hands (trembling, as they always are) settling into his lap. He lets his head loll back, focusing on the ceiling for a moment or two as he processes his next question, thoughts running rampant through every possibility of what the answer to this riddle could possibly be. The problem is it’s so vague that his mind is automatically flooded with so many options, he isn’t sure which one to give. “I know many. Do you have any letters for it sorted yet?” It’d be easier if he did, that’s for sure. He likes this sort of thing. It’s companionable, but not in a way that overwhelms him; not in a way that just drains him more.
BRADEN’S EYEBROWS FURROW TOGETHER as he watches the other boy slide into the position next to him, concern briefly written across his features. He starts to reach out a hand, as if wanting to help steady Spencer into a seating position, but then his fingers are curling back into his fist, bringing it back to rest in his lap. Apparently, touch was something he still couldn’t manage, then. His eyes avert back to the book currently opened up in his life, scanning the things he’d already managed to fill in. “I’ve currently got ‘B’ for the first letter,” he promptly replies, aiming a smile back over to his friend.
roxiehq.
Roxie heard the boy before she saw him, probably because she herself was lost in thought. She looked around at the source and laughed quietly to herself when she processed what he’d said. “Sci-fi weapon?” she repeated, pursing her lips in thought. “I’m not very good with sci-fi stuff, I guess I’m not the best person to have happened across you right now.” Her lips turned up into a smile and she added, “I’m Roxie. And I’m probably no help at all with that stuff. Although I am brilliant at Sudoku.”
BRADEN OFFERS A TENTATIVE SMILE in response, shrugging his shoulders a bit nonchalantly. “S’okay,” he assures the girl, not particularly bothered by her lack of answer to his question. “I’m not so great with Sudoku, so you’ve got me there.” Usually, he works a bit better with numbers than actual words, but in the case of Sudoku, he’s never been able to wrap his head around the concept.
charliedcvies.
SADLY, CHARLIE BARELY NOTICES the accent at all. he’s so used to hearing different ones with each place he travels that it’s almost become second nature to tune them out. so long as they’re speaking english, he’ll pay no mind to what lilt afflicts their words. when he finally takes a good look at the lad, however, there’s a certain sense of familiarity in the boy’s eyes. it’s a strange sensation akin to déjà vu, though he knows he’s never experienced this moment before. he puts it down to lack of sleep, jet lag perhaps, shaking it off in favour of listening to what the stranger has to say. “ is it that obvious ? ” he chuckles, giving a small nod. “ no idea how – but yes, m’lost. i was looking to see if there was a utility room in the building, but either there isn’t, or i’m just too blind t’find it. haven’t had chance to invest in a washing machine just yet, ” he rambles unnecessarily, telling the poor lad his life story instead of giving the short answer required.
BRADEN OFFERS SOMETHING of a sheepish smile, shoulders lifting up in a shrug. “A bit, yeah,” he replies through a soft chuckle, placing his pen on the page of the crossword puzzle he was currently working on, before closing it shut. “But only because I was pretty much in the same position not too long ago.” Then he’s pushing himself to his feet, tucking the book beneath the crook of his arm and quirking his head to the left. “S’on the ground floor, though. I can show you, if you’d like.” And while this was the sorta thing he’d do on a fairly regular basis, he found himself mostly just wanting to spend just a bit longer with the other boy -- as if hearing his voice a bit more might make something click within the memories he’d long sense pushed back.
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spencehale.
It’s actually endearing in a familiar sort of way, like something he might call a ‘staple’ of his relatively boring life. Spencer hesitates in the hall with that same always air of exhaustion about him, muscles aching, bones weighted, and he smiles because of course Braden is just waiting about for him to solve his cross-word for him. His mind works quicker than his body ever has, sifting through his admittedly extensive sci-fi knowledge (and even more extensive vocabulary) before finally happening upon something that will fit, and as usually happens with Braden, the thought reaches his tongue without him having to try. It’s rare that he finds a person who has that same sort of effect on him. “Raygun. How many do you have left?”
THE BROWN HUES of Braden’s gaze light up at the other boy’s appearance, edges of his lips quirking up in a grin that crinkled up into his eyes. “Brilliant,” he mutters in response, quickly scribbling the answer into the proper spaces, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he watches, yet another, row become filled out and completed. “Had a feeling you might know the answer to that one.” Then he’s gesturing to the spot beside him with a quick quirk of his head, offering the spot up to Spencer should he want it. “Just three. Do you also happen to know a six letter word for ‘tear into’?” It was always the definition ones that tripped him up-- the very same ones that seemed to constantly come to the other boy with ease.
charliedcvies.
CHARLIE IS STILL DISCOVERING the building for himself, having got lost a time too many already. one would think that someone who’s traveled so much would develop a sense of direction, but not him. the fact that he’s currently stumbled into a part of the complex he’s certain he’s never been in before only stands to attest to that. he’s almost given up hope of ever finding his way out of the labyrinth by the time the other lad’s voice catches his attention, and he glances around a corner to see a young boy sat a bit further up the hallway, back to the wall and a pencil in his hand. “ uh – ” he doesn’t know where he’s going with this, because he certainly does not know the answer. “ word puzzles aren’t really my sort of thing, mate. nor’s sci-fi really, sorry. ”
THE ACCENT HE’S MET WITH as soon as the stranger responds takes Braden aback for a moment-- suddenly being met with a mix of emotions: nostalgia, a sort of warmth spreading throughout the expanse of his chest as he remembers the small country in which he group up, along with something uglier, something biting and painful as memories that came long before the happier ones resurfaced for a brief moment. “S’okay,” he meets the stranger’s response with a shrug, a tentative smile working its way to his lips. “You lost?” His eyebrows furrow together at the question, instantly taking notice of the other boy’s expression. Something about his gaze seemed familiar-- but the familiarity appeared to lie within the place he was currently unwilling to further explore. So, instead, he chose to muffle the small nagging of something that told him to look closer-- almost as if he were afraid of what he might find.
tinycameron.
If there’s something he doesn’t expect to see as he’s on his way up to Izzy’s with some groceries, it’s his neighbor from up above perched on the ground of all places, working on a crossword. Cams assesses the situation for half a beat before the brown bag is being set down against the far wall and he’s easing himself down to sit opposite Braden, criss cross applesauce. “Sci-fi weapon” he parrots, offering a timid smile to the boy he’d come to know from the balcony. A pinkn tongue slides across his lips in thought. “Um, lightsaber is way too many letters but it’s the only weapon coming to mind? I’m sorry…”
A SMILE EASES ACROSS HIS FEATURES as the other boy settles into his own space directly across from Braden, shoulders relaxing back into the wall behind him as he assesses the distance between the two-- safe, comfortable. The boy hums noncommittally in confirmation, head nodding as he sets the pencil between the grip of his teeth, eyebrows scrunching up in thought. “Lathers to schort, innit?” He mumbles, words muffled around the object, just a beat before his cheeks redden, realizing the unlikely probability of Cam being able to understand him. “Soz,” he says through a quiet bubble of laughter, returning the pencil back in between the grip of his fingers. “Literally all I can think of is sonic screwdriver for some reason, but that’s about 10 letters too many.” A shrug appears at that, lips pursing in though. “Don’t know if that’d be considered a weapon anyways, honestly.”
WHERE HE CURRENTLY SAT remained a mystery to Braden-- his legs curled up into his chest, leaning against the wall of a random, winding hallway of the complex. His focus, instead, lay within the realms of the crossword puzzle that sat in his lap, pencil tapping rhythmically against the page. “Six letter word for sci-fi weapon?” His head tilts upwards towards the sound of nearby footsteps, curls tumbling just at his eyebrows as he meets the other person’s gaze. Normally, it’d be the sort of riddle that Braden could solve with ease-- but his head was currently clouded with a twist of muffled memories and half-formed thoughts. He felt off today-- but why that was, he had no clue.
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