nysalogs | Captcha Strikes Again

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_{[The request is met with a nod, as he moves to pluck one of the hot dogs off the grill and place it in a bun. He's about to ask what sort of toppings the man might like before he's taken aback by the compliment to a shirt that wasn't even his initially. (Would he be able to keep it after? Who knows...)

Compliments are foreign to Slaine. He's only received a few in his life and doesn't really know what to do with them. It shows as he stares, brain scrambling to find an appropriate reply. Did he deny that it was a nice shirt or did he accept it?]}

Thank you. I didn't pick it out.

_{[That should do it, right?]}

What would you like on your hot dog, sir?

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_{[There's a small nod out of him as he feels himself receding back into his metaphorical shell. He's aware that not everyone has someone who cares about them, and he knows he's lucky to have just one person, but he also knows he can never expect Asseylum to care for him as much as he cares for her. Just having a place by her side is enough, to have her smile toward him and look to him for assistance. Just...little things. He couldn't ever ask for more. Not being in the position he was in.

Just that was enough, or so he tells himself.]}

I know.

Slaine? May I speak with you a moment?

[ Euphie's waited for the house to clear out, loitering worriedly in the doorway of the kitchen. She's been meaning to have this conversation with the boy for a while, but with so much else to acclimate to and with that deer hatching out of an egg and trying to budget for the household and keep track of all three of these boys all at once, time's somehow gotten away from her.

Still, no time like the present. ]

In here, please.

_{[Really, Slaine should've realized he'd taken a wrong turn earlier.

All he'd wanted to do was go out and purchase more goat milk for Mikazuki's deer, after having seen there was only enough left for the morning. Being pro-active however hadn't gone according to plan, and instead of ending up back to his house after visiting the market, he'd wandered into a seedier part of town.

Slaine can't say he's ever ended up in a Red Light district before. Sure, he'd been dragged all over the world by his father when he was much younger, but a young boy would've had no reason to be exposed to the seedier underbelly of society. Living on Mars had only further sheltered him, especially when it came to interacting with the opposite sex. Having a princess as your only friend and the only person who doesn't hate your guts will skew your perception just a bit, with regards to the more carnal desires a human could have.

Those desires are on display, to the point Slaine isn't sure where he ought to look. It's a lot easier to keep his gaze pointedly angled down, away from store windows and the fronts of establishments. Hugging his carton of goat milk, Slaine does his best to backtrack and find his way out...but it's becoming increasingly difficult. It's hard to process all the stimulus around him, lights, sounds, smells - it all blurs, leaving his head feeling hazy. The quicker he could find his way out, the better, especially since he was still unarmed.

The last thing he needed to do was wind up in trouble or worse - spill the milk he'd gone out of his way for.]}

Edited 2017-09-26 04:10 (UTC)

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[They do look quite different, but they're both incredibly interesting. Gently he takes both of them from hush, setting them in the palm of his own hand. Gingerly he strokes the live dollar, only to flip it over to get a better look at its wriggly underside.]}

Isn't it neat? What looks like fur is actually its little legs. Well, if you can call them legs...

_{[Is he getting a little excited? Looks like the water of the tidepool is doing wonders when it comes to getting Slaine to relax and open up a bit. Flipping it back over he places it back into Hush's palm, deciding to pocket the white one.]}

Put it back gently, okay? I'm going to see if I can find something else.

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[Make sure he doesn't mess up? Literally what???

The way Frankenstein moves and works the grill is impressive. He does it with practiced ease, and Slaine is content with watching him, if only to learn by doing so. When he's spoken to again he finds himself jolted out of his concentration, a sense of dread settling in his gut. Rationally he knows Frankenstein isn't scolding him but old habits and reactions die hard.]}

...I haven't made it to the shoreline yet, but I'd like to.

_{[Shopping with Mikazuki was not what was on Slaine's to-do list today.

And yet here he is, walking just slightly behind the shorter-yet-older boy, as he does his best to keep his nerves in check. Having been caught in the middle of bottle feeding the little fawn Mikazuki had become mother to, he'd been invited to come shopping with him for various items for said deer and more. Two pairs of hands was better than one, after all, and Mikazuki might need help carrying stuff back. Or so that's what Slaine tells himself. Why else would he bother asking him to accompany him?]}

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[Shouldn't the answer be obvious?]}

...To eliminate threats posed to myself and the individual I swore to protect.

_{[In plain terms: kill those who tried to kill him and his princess. Which was...a lot.]}

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[It's in this instant that Slaine would be grateful for the sunburn tinging his cheeks red, hiding the blush he feels creeping up on him at the sight of her smile and breathy laugh.

Don't turn down her offer don't turn down her offer don't turn down her offer-]}

I'd like that.

_{[Smooth move, Slaine.]}

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[ The markets are ever a lively place it's true. Where throngs of people come gather and peruse, hawkers cry their wares and entertain as much as they sell. But there is a particularly dense crowd that's gathered to one side, mostly of children and their parent. A show? Perhaps! Not one with music however. It's quiet, save for the "oooh!" of the crowd from time to time. Why?

Because of the lone performer they've gathered around. Who's kicked up and is juggling with daredevil accuracy a remarkable array of balls, knives, and assorted juggling pins with effortless ease and acrobatic dance.

It's pretty inhumanly ridiculous.

"What a pretty clown mommy!" one little girl remarks, and her mother just tips her head to the side, as thoughtful as she is confused as she regards the performer's painted face and what are mysteriously long eyelashes...

Although honestly being so smartly dressed in black and white and wearing a waistcoat as he is, he rather looks more magician that clown. Punctuated as well perhaps by how when he stops—ho!, catching everything he's been juggling so neatly in one hand—and mysteriously produces a worn top hat in his other. Which he brandishes with a flourish as he takes a deep bow to the crowd...

...and then produces to collect the tips he's earned. ♥

"Aren't you going to do more?" the little girl asks somewhat tearfully as the rest of the crowd begins to take its leave after paying him his due. A few other children cluster with her and nod their heads vigorously as well..! But he smiles then, so wide and so bright to contrast the clownish smile painted on his face, and reaches out to ruffle her hair lightly. ]

Perhaps later. ♡

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[It's hard okay he doesn't know the art of self love someone get him a self-help book please.]}

What other things?

_{[That's...a good question. Looks like he better come up with an answer.]}

I saw a booth not far from here offering milkshakes I wanted to try.

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...An expert?

_{[Okay, this conversation just got even weirder if that was even possible. How was he supposed to reply to that?]}

I'm not sure anyone can be a banana expert...but I know how to eat them, if that's what you're asking about?

EUGENE SEVENSTARK

YAMAGI GILMERTON

don't look at me im rusty

EIN DALTON

HUSH MIDDY

FRANKENSTEIN

MIKAZUKI AUGUS

ZERO

LEANNE

my wildcards are always jokers

YONA

CADIS ETRAMA DI RAIZEL