[☼ 02, Action, OTA ☼]

[socks_twoofthem]

[This is Danny.

Danny is four years old.

And Danny happened to have found some crayons.

See that wall?

It's now covered in kiddie crayon drawings, and he's still at it. Hope the residents of Joe West don't mind his artistic escapade!]

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[isntpersonal]

[ He may be three floors up.

But it's still an annoyance. She's sure she knows the culprit. ]

[socks_twoofthem]

[Shouldn't be too hard to find him.

Danny's still coloring on the walls... and should she look close enough at his latest masterpiece, it may look oddly like her. Well, as much as a pink scribble with yellow on top and green pants could.]

jaws theme. in my head forreal.

[isntpersonal]

[ You have been found Daniel. And she's not exactly sure how to handle this. She could be upset, and the point would be missed completely, thusly being known as the 'meanie-face', or she could be calm, and somewhat...try to explain to him why this behavior was unacceptable. ]

Daniel.

What are you doing?

OHGOD SO SCARY ;AAAAAA; SWIM, DANNY, SWIIIIIIIM

[socks_twoofthem]

[He didn't look up.]

I'm colowring.

[He finished up his latest drawing: a group of people, from the looks of it. Unbeknownst to anyone but Danny, each of them was someone who spoke to him, either via the "facebox" or in person, on his first day. Putting the crayon back in the jar, he picked it up and held it out to Helga.]

Do you want to colowr with me?

LOL.

[isntpersonal]

[ She took the jar somewhat gratefully, but, as Daniel would soon notice, she won't be giving them back. ]

You know crayons are best meant for paper, not on walls, correct?

[ She doesn't sound too happy Danny. ]

;;

[socks_twoofthem]

...But... [Color, pardon the pun, Danny confused.]

The papewr has to go to the soilders. Evewryone said so. [Everyone back in England, that is.]

AWW.

[isntpersonal]

[ Well. Catch her off guard why don't you. Still, his kindhearted attempt isn't enough to melt her heart. ]

We have enough paper for us and the soldiers. Walls are not for drawing.

[ However stern that last bit was, she's not going to scold him for following rules that perhaps his mother set forth. But she won't be cleaning all of this up either. ]

Let's say we clean it up, and we find you some paper.

ikr? WAR RATIONING.

[socks_twoofthem]

You suwre we wont ruin the ra...ra....ra-shun-neen?

HAHAHA. ♥

[isntpersonal]

Positive.

[ Now let's go find a bucket and some soap water, and you can not get back to BEING ADORABLE. ]

You're quite a responsible boy, thinking about rationing first. You said your father was a soldier?

[socks_twoofthem]

Uh-huh! He's fighting the bad guys right now!

[isntpersonal]

Ah, then. We'll make sure he has plenty of paper.

[ She's not positive whether or not her home is an allie to his in this war, but for the time being, let's hope so. If she'd only known who these 'bad guys' were, she could probably tell. ]

Clean walls come first though.

[ Helga's found the janitorial closet for this floor, Gibb's territory no doubt, and hijacked a bucket. Well, she's sure he won't mind her saving him ten minutes of labor. After some soap and water, she's got him and her some sponges. ]

[socks_twoofthem]

Yaaaay!

[But first... before dipping his sponge in, Danny sticks his hands in the soapy water, makes an "okay" symbol with his hand, and starts to blow bubbles.]

[isntpersonal]

[ While she's charmed by his childlike tendencies--- ]

We've got a job to do, Daniel.

[socks_twoofthem]

O-oh, right!

[Danny dips the sponge in, takes it over to the wall -all the while dripping soapy water on the floor, and starts to scrub... ish. He's never actually cleaned anything for real on his own.]

[isntpersonal]

[ Any time's a good time to start, especially when cleaning up a mess you'd made yourself. Also a great time to start up small talk, even though it may distract him from his work. No matter. ]

So, Daniel.

How old are you?

[socks_twoofthem]

[Danny looked over at her, a grin plastered on his face.]

I'm fouwr! How old are you? I think you'wre fifteen. [Because fifteen just seems so... old... to young children.]