ITP: Birthday De-agings

[swingbackmyway]

[Remember that volcano camp has? There's a small boy (and even smaller fairy spirit, if you can see those kinds of things) standing in front of it today.]

What happened to Big Ben?!

((ETA: Back kinda dead, I'll pick up tomorrow \o))

Comments

[immashaaark]

[turning on his heel and walking in the other direction]

[swingbackmyway]

Wait!

[immashaaark]

[... slows, and finally stops]

[swingbackmyway]

Why did you do that?

[immashaaark]

I have nothing to say.

[swingbackmyway]

If you do not know, you should tell me you do not know! It's impolite to ignore people.

[immashaaark]

Big Ben's not here. It's never been here. This is America.

[swingbackmyway]

But I was just in London and Big Ben was right here! [points to the volcano]

[immashaaark]

Well, it's not there any more, so obviously you've moved.

[swingbackmyway]

I thought everything just changed suddenly. You were going to leave and not tell me where I am!

[immashaaark]

I'm not any good with brats. There are better-qualified people here.

[swingbackmyway]

I am not a brat! You cannot speak that way about me!

[immashaaark]

And why not?

[swingbackmyway]

Because my mother says I am an imp--impeccably-mannered young gentleman, and my mother knows everything.

[immashaaark]

Don't rely only the words parroted by your parents, brat.

[swingbackmyway]

Then why should I listen to you?