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@project-orochi
"My designation number is Y7139"
"I didn't think I'd ever leave the lab..."
He's back! For now, at least. Second attempt and kinda reset I guess? Because I don't think he had any relationships (platonic or otherwise) before. Will probably make a proper new intro one day, links obviously don't work anymore-
Idk who to really inform whoops-
(@localstarr @star-tb @paintedgrilledcheese pspsps ig?)
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
"Akito," Verlaine echoes, testing the name. "That's a lovely name. My name is Paul."
Though he used his last name more, especially in Port Mafia settings, his first name tended to be reserved for people he considered family. This boy wasn't exactly family yet, but his soul and Verlaine's soul were made of the same matter.
"Come, there's a nice bakery nearby. The food they serve is warm." He releases his grip on the boy's hand, smiling once more. "Have you just been wandering alone all this time?"
"Thank you. That's a nice name, too"
He offers a polite smile, mimicking one he's seen on other people around the city. Though it turns a hint more genuine when he sees Verlaine smile.
"There's over three million people in Yokohama. It's not possible to wander and be on your own"
Verlaine chuckles, thoroughly amused. "That's usually not what someone means when they ask if you've 'been wandering alone'."
The human language was as complex as life itself—one sentence could hold multiple meanings. He understood that a child such as Akito had yet to understand these intricacies, let alone use them, so the Frenchman remained patient.
"Children usually have an adult looking after them. Like a parent, or a caretaker." He tilts his head. "So I'm really asking, 'have you been wandering without any guidance from an adult all this time'?"
The idea isn't ridiculous to him, per se, but more than a little concerning. Yokohama wasn't known for its safety.
He tilts his head, thinking for a moment on the matter.
"I think he died a while ago. Or left a while ago"
He nods to himself, deciding that 'a while ago' seems about right.
"I don't think I have a parent. That's not how it works... so I think the answer is no?"
Although he pitied the little one, he couldn't help the selfish delight he felt in possibly being able to be Akito's guardian. He'd do better this time, surely.
"Would you like a parent?" He asks bluntly, deciding that beating around the bush would be too tedious. "I wouldn't imagine being alone is very fun, nor very safe."
He blinks, taken aback by the bluntness. Tilting his head to the other side with a confused frown.
"... I don't think people like me have those? Being alone isn't fun, though"
Verlaine stops for a second, leaning down to better match Akito's height. As far as he knows, it makes him seem less threatening.
"Do you want to know a secret?" He smiles sweetly. "I'm like you, too. We're both made from the same code."
He could elaborate, but he supposes that's the easiest way to explain it to a child.
"You don't have to be related to someone for them to be your family. So, how about it?"
"The same? You are older than me. At least you look like you're older than me... but you also don't look like A5158 should"
He pauses, looking Verlaine over as critically as someone who hardly understands the world can. Then blinks.
"Oh, I didn't realize you meant that as an offer"
"We're made the same, even if we look different," Verlaine attempts to explain. "You're not a human, and neither am I."
It was easier to make that point with someone seemingly aware of their own inhumanity. Paul partially wondered why he hadn't heard of Akito before—another part wondered why he was created, considering both himself and Chuuya escaped. Did they think "third time's a charm"? He held back a scowl at the thought.
Quickly snapping back into reality, he fixes his smile. "Of course, I won't force you to accept my offer, I just think you'd learn a lot more about the world with someone with the same origins as you."
"Oh... there's more of us than I thought"
He tilts his head, but doesn't necessarily look surprised.
"Learning more sounds nice... I'd like that. I think... can I keep my new name though? Please?"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
"Akito," Verlaine echoes, testing the name. "That's a lovely name. My name is Paul."
Though he used his last name more, especially in Port Mafia settings, his first name tended to be reserved for people he considered family. This boy wasn't exactly family yet, but his soul and Verlaine's soul were made of the same matter.
"Come, there's a nice bakery nearby. The food they serve is warm." He releases his grip on the boy's hand, smiling once more. "Have you just been wandering alone all this time?"
"Thank you. That's a nice name, too"
He offers a polite smile, mimicking one he's seen on other people around the city. Though it turns a hint more genuine when he sees Verlaine smile.
"There's over three million people in Yokohama. It's not possible to wander and be on your own"
Verlaine chuckles, thoroughly amused. "That's usually not what someone means when they ask if you've 'been wandering alone'."
The human language was as complex as life itself—one sentence could hold multiple meanings. He understood that a child such as Akito had yet to understand these intricacies, let alone use them, so the Frenchman remained patient.
"Children usually have an adult looking after them. Like a parent, or a caretaker." He tilts his head. "So I'm really asking, 'have you been wandering without any guidance from an adult all this time'?"
The idea isn't ridiculous to him, per se, but more than a little concerning. Yokohama wasn't known for its safety.
He tilts his head, thinking for a moment on the matter.
"I think he died a while ago. Or left a while ago"
He nods to himself, deciding that 'a while ago' seems about right.
"I don't think I have a parent. That's not how it works... so I think the answer is no?"
Although he pitied the little one, he couldn't help the selfish delight he felt in possibly being able to be Akito's guardian. He'd do better this time, surely.
"Would you like a parent?" He asks bluntly, deciding that beating around the bush would be too tedious. "I wouldn't imagine being alone is very fun, nor very safe."
He blinks, taken aback by the bluntness. Tilting his head to the other side with a confused frown.
"... I don't think people like me have those? Being alone isn't fun, though"
Verlaine stops for a second, leaning down to better match Akito's height. As far as he knows, it makes him seem less threatening.
"Do you want to know a secret?" He smiles sweetly. "I'm like you, too. We're both made from the same code."
He could elaborate, but he supposes that's the easiest way to explain it to a child.
"You don't have to be related to someone for them to be your family. So, how about it?"
"The same? You are older than me. At least you look like you're older than me... but you also don't look like A5158 should"
He pauses, looking Verlaine over as critically as someone who hardly understands the world can. Then blinks.
"Oh, I didn't realize you meant that as an offer"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
"Akito," Verlaine echoes, testing the name. "That's a lovely name. My name is Paul."
Though he used his last name more, especially in Port Mafia settings, his first name tended to be reserved for people he considered family. This boy wasn't exactly family yet, but his soul and Verlaine's soul were made of the same matter.
"Come, there's a nice bakery nearby. The food they serve is warm." He releases his grip on the boy's hand, smiling once more. "Have you just been wandering alone all this time?"
"Thank you. That's a nice name, too"
He offers a polite smile, mimicking one he's seen on other people around the city. Though it turns a hint more genuine when he sees Verlaine smile.
"There's over three million people in Yokohama. It's not possible to wander and be on your own"
Verlaine chuckles, thoroughly amused. "That's usually not what someone means when they ask if you've 'been wandering alone'."
The human language was as complex as life itself—one sentence could hold multiple meanings. He understood that a child such as Akito had yet to understand these intricacies, let alone use them, so the Frenchman remained patient.
"Children usually have an adult looking after them. Like a parent, or a caretaker." He tilts his head. "So I'm really asking, 'have you been wandering without any guidance from an adult all this time'?"
The idea isn't ridiculous to him, per se, but more than a little concerning. Yokohama wasn't known for its safety.
He tilts his head, thinking for a moment on the matter.
"I think he died a while ago. Or left a while ago"
He nods to himself, deciding that 'a while ago' seems about right.
"I don't think I have a parent. That's not how it works... so I think the answer is no?"
Although he pitied the little one, he couldn't help the selfish delight he felt in possibly being able to be Akito's guardian. He'd do better this time, surely.
"Would you like a parent?" He asks bluntly, deciding that beating around the bush would be too tedious. "I wouldn't imagine being alone is very fun, nor very safe."
He blinks, taken aback by the bluntness. Tilting his head to the other side with a confused frown.
"... I don't think people like me have those? Being alone isn't fun, though"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
"Akito," Verlaine echoes, testing the name. "That's a lovely name. My name is Paul."
Though he used his last name more, especially in Port Mafia settings, his first name tended to be reserved for people he considered family. This boy wasn't exactly family yet, but his soul and Verlaine's soul were made of the same matter.
"Come, there's a nice bakery nearby. The food they serve is warm." He releases his grip on the boy's hand, smiling once more. "Have you just been wandering alone all this time?"
"Thank you. That's a nice name, too"
He offers a polite smile, mimicking one he's seen on other people around the city. Though it turns a hint more genuine when he sees Verlaine smile.
"There's over three million people in Yokohama. It's not possible to wander and be on your own"
Verlaine chuckles, thoroughly amused. "That's usually not what someone means when they ask if you've 'been wandering alone'."
The human language was as complex as life itself—one sentence could hold multiple meanings. He understood that a child such as Akito had yet to understand these intricacies, let alone use them, so the Frenchman remained patient.
"Children usually have an adult looking after them. Like a parent, or a caretaker." He tilts his head. "So I'm really asking, 'have you been wandering without any guidance from an adult all this time'?"
The idea isn't ridiculous to him, per se, but more than a little concerning. Yokohama wasn't known for its safety.
He tilts his head, thinking for a moment on the matter.
"I think he died a while ago. Or left a while ago"
He nods to himself, deciding that 'a while ago' seems about right.
"I don't think I have a parent. That's not how it works... so I think the answer is no?"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
"Akito," Verlaine echoes, testing the name. "That's a lovely name. My name is Paul."
Though he used his last name more, especially in Port Mafia settings, his first name tended to be reserved for people he considered family. This boy wasn't exactly family yet, but his soul and Verlaine's soul were made of the same matter.
"Come, there's a nice bakery nearby. The food they serve is warm." He releases his grip on the boy's hand, smiling once more. "Have you just been wandering alone all this time?"
"Thank you. That's a nice name, too"
He offers a polite smile, mimicking one he's seen on other people around the city. Though it turns a hint more genuine when he sees Verlaine smile.
"There's over three million people in Yokohama. It's not possible to wander and be on your own"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
Of course... no parents. Now, any regular person would probably send the boy off to some kind of orphanage, or at the very least, called the police to help—but Verlaine wasn't a person at all. Those rules didn't apply to beings like him.
He frowns empathetically, keeping the boy's hand in his own to try and offer a sense of safety. "You must be hungry, then. Please, allow me to at least feed you something."
He keeps the fact this child knows of Chuuya stored into his mind in the meantime.
He tilts his head the other way at the other, trying his best to remember what the polite way to handle such a conversation is.
"If its no trouble? Oh... I'm Y-7-1-3-9... but I'm trying to go by Akito"
He shakes his head slightly after realizing his slip-up, though he doesn't mind the designation much.
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
"Yes, but..." He chuckles, "These are Port Mafia grounds. You could get in serious trouble."
He doesn't bother offering an explanation for how he knows this, nor why he's on these grounds himself. He offers his hand to the other.
"Do you want me to lead you to a safer place?" He asks gently, "Where are your parents?"
"Oh... I heard of them. They're the ones who have the one who can manipulate gravity, right? Uh... Chuuya. Someone called him Chuuya"
He doesn't question why Verlaine is here, partially because he's entirely assuming that people just generally know things he doesn't yet. Then tilts his head and proceeds to shake Verlaine's hand because he assumes that's what he wants.
"Parents? I don't have those"
He's wandering into the Port Mafia's part of the city, looking around. He's entirely clueless on where he is
-@project-orochi (I remembered I remade the Chuuya clone... I keep forgetting about him)
Verlaine's finally outside of the basement for once, and it's pure coincidence that their paths collide; it still doesn't make the shock on the blond's face any less expected. As soon as it came, his surprise fades, and he puts on a polite smile.
"Excuse me," He approaches casually, but holds his distance, not aiming to spook away the other, "Do you know the area you're in?"
He blinks and stops walking in favor of staring up at Verlaine with a hint of curiosity. His head tilting for a moment, then he copies the other's expression.
"I think... I'm near the port"
He's wandering around, a little lost, and hums quietly to himself. He has no idea where he currently even is.
-@project-orochi (I remembered that I revived him-)
Berry walks out of a shop with some hot pastries and sees him looking lost and smiles
"hey! are you okay?"
He pauses in his tracks to glance to Berry, thinking it over for a good moment or two.
"I think so?"
"you think? Where are you trying to go?"
"I heard someone talk about a gravity manipulator in the port... something. I don't know where the port is though"
"gravity mani- oh, chuuya? yeah, i know where you're going, want to go together?"
"Chuuya... is that what they call him? And yes, please. I don't know the way"
"Yeah, Chuuya, he's probably one of the strongest ability users in the mafia, or maybe to even exist. His control and speed are both incredibly impressive and leaves room for calculated destruction. He's kinda a legend among the yokohama underground"
"But he is the gravity manipulator, right?"
He's wandering around, a little lost, and hums quietly to himself. He has no idea where he currently even is.
-@project-orochi (I remembered that I revived him-)
Berry walks out of a shop with some hot pastries and sees him looking lost and smiles
"hey! are you okay?"
He pauses in his tracks to glance to Berry, thinking it over for a good moment or two.
"I think so?"
"you think? Where are you trying to go?"
"I heard someone talk about a gravity manipulator in the port... something. I don't know where the port is though"
"gravity mani- oh, chuuya? yeah, i know where you're going, want to go together?"
"Chuuya... is that what they call him? And yes, please. I don't know the way"
He's wandering around, a little lost, and hums quietly to himself. He has no idea where he currently even is.
-@project-orochi (I remembered that I revived him-)
Berry walks out of a shop with some hot pastries and sees him looking lost and smiles
"hey! are you okay?"
He pauses in his tracks to glance to Berry, thinking it over for a good moment or two.
"I think so?"
"you think? Where are you trying to go?"
"I heard someone talk about a gravity manipulator in the port... something. I don't know where the port is though"
He's wandering around, a little lost, and hums quietly to himself. He has no idea where he currently even is.
-@project-orochi (I remembered that I revived him-)
Berry walks out of a shop with some hot pastries and sees him looking lost and smiles
"hey! are you okay?"
He pauses in his tracks to glance to Berry, thinking it over for a good moment or two.
"I think so?"
school will be stabbed 46 times and will die. very very slowly.
yeah i can see that.
"You know the original?"
no but i know you suck ass.
Aaand he looks sad.
i'd be mad if i was your professor. wasting so much time on a dude for it to look like...this.
"He wasn't mad. Just annoyed"
he should've strangled you. like a victorian prostitute with her newborn.
"Why?"
general waste of space.
"Oh... rude"
school will be stabbed 46 times and will die. very very slowly.
yeah i can see that.
"You know the original?"
no but i know you suck ass.
Aaand he looks sad.
i'd be mad if i was your professor. wasting so much time on a dude for it to look like...this.
"He wasn't mad. Just annoyed"
he should've strangled you. like a victorian prostitute with her newborn.
"Why?"
school will be stabbed 46 times and will die. very very slowly.
yeah i can see that.
"You know the original?"
no but i know you suck ass.
Aaand he looks sad.
i'd be mad if i was your professor. wasting so much time on a dude for it to look like...this.
"He wasn't mad. Just annoyed"
school will be stabbed 46 times and will die. very very slowly.
yeah i can see that.
"You know the original?"
no but i know you suck ass.
Aaand he looks sad.
