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[smoothcriminal]

[There is a boy staring up at the sky, his eyes wide. After a few moments, he blinks and rubs them, then stares some more. It's almost as if he can't believe what he's seeing.]

[[pretend this post is during the day ETA: topped by a raging headache I will pick up later/tomorrow]]

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[handcocked]

--Are you looking for something?

[smoothcriminal]

[--shakes his head]

[handcocked]

[ ... trying to figure out what you're looking at :|a ]

[smoothcriminal]

[there's just a clear, blue sky]

[handcocked]

[ scanning the sky for ~danger~ >:| ]

[smoothcriminal]

[there is none, at the moment]

[handcocked]

[ well then. goes back to knitting... something... in an effort to seem slightly less stalkery than usual ]

[smoothcriminal]

[steals glances at her every few seconds, trying to figure out what she's doing]

[handcocked]

[ doing the same, very not inconspicuously at all :| ]

[smoothcriminal]

[c-curious]

What are you doing?

[handcocked]

I am knitting. It is a process used to create fabric items, although the method is now considered outdated and used primarily by elderly women.

[smoothcriminal]

[. . . processes this]

[handcocked]

... I had been told that I needed less creepy hobbies.

[smoothcriminal]

Why?

[handcocked]

I suppose the one I have is socially inappropriate...

[smoothcriminal]

[. . . tilts his head questioningly]