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[bethebetterman]

[Is Mayfield ready for another young ruffian? No? Well, that's too bad. Casimiro is a rowdy eleven year old again and he's having a swell time running around town, causing all the shenanigans. Hey, if he's in a strange and foreign place, he might as well! You might run into him;

A) while he's throwing things at passing pedestrians. Mostly pebbles,

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A I-I couldn't resist orz

[mini_hacker]

[Pebble to the back of the head! Cue flailing.] ACK! W-WHAT THE HELL!

[bethebetterkid]

[Goal! In a nearby tree, April might hear some obnoxious, eleven-year-old laughter.]

[mini_hacker]

[That little- Gonna be totally mature here and make a snowball to throw at where the laughing is coming from.]

[bethebetterkid]

Hahahaoww!

[There's some rustling and Casimiro flips upside-down on the branch, swinging from his knees. He looks in April's direction and tips his hat.]

[mini_hacker]

[And April is in the process of making another snowball, just in case.] Why the hell d-did you throw that r-rock?

[The answer won't matter though, since she's still gonna throw the snowball orz.]

[bethebetterkid]

Why're you st-st-stutterin'?

[Griiiin.]

[mini_hacker]

[asdfghjklfffffffff-

Throwing the snowball at his face now.]

[bethebetterkid]

Heheheh- oof!

[He loses his balance and wiggles before falling from the tree branch into a bush below.

Groaaan.]

[mini_hacker]

[Usually this is where April would check to see if he's alright, but teen!April is a bit of a bitch.

So she'll just stand there and snicker to herself.]

[bethebetterkid]

[Well he did deserve it. But rapscallion or not, eleven-year-olds tend to distress when they fall from trees. Like this one, who is now curled up in the bush and quietly sniffling.]

[mini_hacker]

[O-oh, she feels a little guilty now. Just gonna go over to the bush and peer into it.] H-hey, you alright?

[bethebetterkid]

[Puts on his "big kid" face and turns away, but not before wiping his eyes with his sleeve.]

'C-course I am!

[mini_hacker]

[Gives a soft snort.] Really? W-why're you sniffling then?

[bethebetterkid]

'Cause... it's cold. Duh.

[Still not looking at you, April.]

[mini_hacker]

[Well, gonna have to change that.] ... You're crap at lying. [Huzzah, no stutter. Oh, and now grabbing his shoulder and making him face her.]

[bethebetterkid]

[He swats at her hand and stands up indignantly.]

'Ey 'ey, hands off!