Something wicked this way comes? [Closed]
Characters: Yotsuba (cancounttofive) and Slo-bro Slo-bo (littlestbastich)
Setting/Location: The Lookout! Grandore's BUTT
Date & Time: Day 4, probably sometime in the early afternoon
Warnings: Nothing really. Cuteness and comic-appropriate swearing perhaps.
Summary: Yotsuba and Slo-bo meet. Can Yotsuba melt his not-so-icy-even-if-he-wishes-it-was heart?
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Setting/Location: The Lookout! Grandore's BUTT
Date & Time: Day 4, probably sometime in the early afternoon
Warnings: Nothing really. Cuteness and comic-appropriate swearing perhaps.
Summary: Yotsuba and Slo-bo meet. Can Yotsuba melt his not-so-icy-even-if-he-wishes-it-was heart?
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Slo-bo could out-wait a fair handful of folks who'd come to the lookout balcony for some air, hunching over a corner of the railing and growling his agitation if bodies came too close like a sullen, unpleasant little mammal. Badgers, wasn't it? Badgers were black and white, too. Badgers might've been able to see a bit better, too.
"Hrnh." The point of a lookout was pretty much crud if the eyes doing the looking out were cruddy. Not that he was ungrateful for them--it beat the frell out of wandering around blind--but it wasn't fun to look out and beyond the world and see nothing but mushy colors.
Up close wasn't so bad, though. Slo-bo slid to his knees and squinted at one of the railing supports, scratching at some of the wood with a fingernail. It was pretty strange to see something so large built majorly out of wood: one idiot and a match and half this dump was toast! Or maybe not. The creaking and groaning didn't sound as natural as he'd expect it to--but what could he expect from a completely different planet?
Superwood, maybe. If that was the case, he figured he might have to start doing a bit of collecting and test it out for himself.
He sniffed, wrapping his hand around the support and giving a little pressure to see if it would give. No--good and tightly built. Somebody had some fraggin' sense about architecture. Good for them.
"Heh." Maybe he should just rip the whole railing apart...It'd lose the caravan a few dumb bastiches for falling. That'd be funny.
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Being as small as she was, it was easy for her to slip her head between the railing's bars to peer at what he was doing from the other side, all while keeping her feet (mostly) firmly planted on the deck. She peered intently at the support he was holding. Hm. She couldn't see anything really special about it. Maybe this was some kind of game?
Her hunger forgotten for the moment, she decided to inquire. "What game is that?"
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...Well, no need for that. There she was, head inbetween the rails and all. Some tiny little human kid. Great. Just what the place fraggin' needed.
In any case, the scowl never quite got to scowling, rather just pinching his mouth into a displeased pucker as he squinted at her, weighing the value of even bothering to speak to her. Maybe if he ignored her, she'd go away? It was certainly worth a shot. Slo-bo turned gaze away back to what he was doing, giving a grunt as he tugged--it shouldn't be this hard to pull a fraggin' piece of wood!
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She pulled her head back through the bars (though not after banging her head around a little and almost getting it stuck in the process) and moved a ways back from the railing, spreading her legs and hunching down into a running start pose. Mark, get set... go!
She took off running toward the rail, shouting as she did so to give it that extra "oomph." Right when she was nearly on top of the rail she raised her leg to strike at the bar.
"Pow!" Yotsuba shouted as her leg hit the support. The support let out the faintest of creaks in response.
She stared at the bar in confusion for a few moments. Nothing had happened!
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That thought distracted him up until the little voice shouting a battle cry. He jerked his head around in time to follow her special attack from start to...anti-climatic finish. The mmoment lingered on for a few, silent seconds as the little girl gaped in bewilderment.
Slo-bo huffed. "Th'frag're you doin'?"
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"Helping!" Yotsuba replied, her face lighting back up as she shot him a glance. But... this wasn't really helping, was it?
"It didn't move!" she exclaimed as she bent down to look at her handiwork. There wasn't even a scratch or anything! Not that that could really be expected from a child even on normal wood, but she had been so sure that something would happen. Wasn't that part of the game?
Her face suddenly became serious and she cupped her chin, her eyes narrowing as she continued to look at the rail. "This is a tough case, sir," she said in a low voice, copying some cop drama she her father had let her watch.
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"Nyeah? Then why don'tcha just leave it t'me an' scram." He waved a hand in a shooing gesture. "Ain't got time fer you."
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She then did the exact opposite of 'scram,' choosing instead to squat down right next to him. "Is this the crime scene?" she asked, staring intently at the railing again. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she drew out her pondering phrase for a good couple of seconds, her hand rubbing her chin again. then, her eyes lit up.
"It's cement!" That's why it wouldn't break! It was a strong cement!
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