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[reasontoexist]

WHO: creeper nagisa | reasontoexist and whoever showed interest in this.
WHERE: Somewhere.........around town...........
WHEN: the 30th in the afternoon/evening??
WARNINGS: tba
SUMMARY: KAWORU'S BODY AIN'T DOING SO GOOD, but he's been coping! That is, of course, until the gosh darn boggarts rolled around to cause panic around town. THE BOY IS GON' GET MUGGED.

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[inthirds]

[man. the temperature hadn't really ever been much of an issue back when his skin was insensitive stone. summer, too, wasn't as oppressive as the bite that the air had been getting lately. zel's meager wardrobe was definitely not equipped for what was to come, let alone the evenings. he was going to have to bite the bullet and actually buy something clothes-related (instead of just taking shameless advantage of charity bins).

not that it was such a horrible option. shopping was normal. he was normal. it could work. he was...fairly determined it wasn't a problem.

the morale was dropping rather rapidly, though, and altogether plummeted with his horrible mistake in shops. nobody labels their stores appropriately in this stupid city!that was the flustered, unhappy state that zelgadis was to be found in, skulking close to the windows and walls along the block with his hands stuffed in his pockets (leaving the comm unattended therein would do nothing but force him to take another swandive to catch it and make an idiot of himself) and his

[reasontoexist]

[Kaworu was distracted, to say the least. Too focused on his own problem at that moment to notice any familiar faces -- it took him a while before his eyes met Zelgadis'. He couldn't hide the frown; the feeling of discomfort seemed to aggravate with every other step... Needless to say it affected his mood in turn.

Kaworu eventually managed to force a smile.]

... You again. [He looked around Zelgadis before continuing.]

Are you following me?

[inthirds]

[being starved for attention while also being insanely reluctant to have a conversation was a bad mix. of course, catching the agitation (but only just so) on kaworu's face was really helping zel decide whether to stay or go.

but of course then the guy starts talking to him and means of escape become few and altogether awkward.

much like his reply and the look on his face. his shoulders shrug up, slightly and uncertainly defensive.]

N. No. I didn't even know you were going this way.

[reasontoexist]

[Kaworu tried to maintain his usual demeanor. Smile or not, anyone who had met him before could easily spot there was something different about him.]

What are you doing here, then?

[purmoncul]

[Sirius is, at this time, careening through the skies of the City on his motorbike, slinging spells and merriment in the face of boggarts. And anyone else who strikes his fancy, really. From his high perch, Sirius has dubbed himself the sole arbiter of the quality of the city's halloween displays, and has taken to destroying, re-assigning and "improving" those displays as he sees fit. Jack-o-lanterns are his particular purview, and any uncarved pumpkins on display are being stolen, exploded, and in some rare instances, magically carved and left floating in midair outside childrens' windows.

[Seeing a familiar white shirt and head of silver hair, Sirius casts a silencing charm on his bike and sneaks up so that he's directly above Kaworu. Holding out a pumpkin. Aiming for juuust behind the other boy.]

HEY. KAWORU. HEADS UP!

[And DROP!]

[reasontoexist]

[Kaworu had to stop before Sirius' unique approach. One of his hands is tucked into his pocket, as usual, while the other covers half of his face. He's been warned about the possible headaches -- but that's not it, not exactly. It's as if he's slowing down while everything around him becomes louder...

Sirius is kind enough to contribute to the noise.

Kaworu barely has time to look up before realizing what's happening -- and he has to remind himself to keep his A.T. Field in check upon realizing that the object being thrown at him is... harmless. The boy doesn't look any less bothered by it, however. Sirius can be so problematic...]

--what are you doing?

[purmoncul]

[There are few people who would not be harmed in some way by a pumpkin falling on their head from several stories up, but Sirius approves of Kaworu's opinion otherwise. Even if he does not approve of the frowning.]

Participating in frolicsome revelries as is appropriate to the season. Also, behold! Flying motorbike! :D

Wanna ride?

[reasontoexist]

[OH SHIT let's just pretend it fell a couple of steps behind him unless it wasn't meant to

fall on his head in the first place

ANYWAY

He's eying Sirius skeptically. Then back at the butchered pumpkin... Kaworu isn't terribly impressed, despite the bizarreness of it all.]

I would rather not.