Third Game of Tag

[innocentreplica]

[ anyone walking through the town or neighborhood today can fine one (1) green haired replica trotting past stores and houses, back to his home, with two buckets of paint at his side. One is bright green, and the other orange. Feel free to stop him and ask, steal the paint, or whatever you like. He already has some of the paint splattered over his

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[discoinfernorz]

[CHILD WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM you must be six kinds of colorblind.

not that he cares much about the house itself, but he is standing in the back door. like hell you are touching the backyard.]

In a creative mood, are you?

[innocentreplica]

[ BUT THE COLORS ARE SO PRETTY THEY MATCH MY HAIR AND THE FIRE.

darn. thwarted again.

not that this apparently bothers him, because he just lifts the paint bucket, splashing more onto his bare feet and ~*smiles*~. the concept of getting paint on the walls and not himself apparently alludes him. ]

I was decorating!

[ he just looks so proud. how can you hold anything against that. ]

[discoinfernorz]

[he could hold it against him easily, but thankfully some rabid kid with paint isn't enough to hit any rage buttons.

he does lean into the house a bit, however, giving the rooms he can see a quick scan. ...well, the drones were only good for cleaning up messes and being set on fire anyway.]

I see that. You should stick with the house, though. It'll wash off of the grass in the rain and then all of your work will be for nothing. [or more accurately, he will wash it off the grass but pf. details.]

[innocentreplica]

[ aaand stepping back so he can look. there's a good chance kid's drone is buried under the paint somewhere. the icebox fridge food holder thingamajib has escaped though. ]

But it doesn't rain here!

[discoinfernorz]

[oh good. kid can drown in paint, everything is cool as long as the foodbox thing hasn't been damaged.]

It does rain, actually. It rains so much during the winter that the streets flood sometimes. [lying to small children is the best way to pass the time.]

[innocentreplica]

[ REPLICA FLORIAN counters with SCHOOL KNOWLEDGE! ]

It doesn't rain in the winter, it snows!

[discoinfernorz]

[IT'S NOT VERY EFFECTIVE. he just wants to pat your rabid little school-infected head, maybe in a slightly violent fashion.]

Only if it's cold enough. Sometimes it doesn't turn into snow and all you get is chilly rain.

[innocentreplica]

[ But that is sibling abuse and that is illegal in many states. ]

But our teacher said it's too nice in Mayfield to rain, and that anyone who think it will is a communist and we shouldn't talk to communists because they're bad. And that if I asked about the rain one more time I was going to the detention hall and they'd take my crayons.

But even if you are a communist, that's okay because I'll talk to you anyway.

[ Attempting to slip past you and get out that door. THE BACKYARD NEEDS DECORATING. ]

[discoinfernorz]

[not in the state of the commiehippie. also HAHA no, have a very firm hand planted on your shoulder.]

I should let you know now that everything they tell you in school is untrue. You don't want to become like the drones, do you? And you don't have to listen to them, either. [BUT FLORIAN probably will anyway since he's a bit brain-addled so...]

If they take away your crayons we'll just have to get you a better pack, hm? Then you can draw the sky when it does rain.

[innocentreplica]

[ well then this state needs new rules. uwaaaa hao that kind of hurts.

also, brain-addled indeed because apparently some of this is just not connecting. ]

I don't but some of the people aren't drones and they tell me things to. [ CONFUSED CHILD IS CONFUSED. and then happy but still confused because yaaaay crayons. ]

Anise told me that when I'm done with the ones I have now, she'll get me one of those ones that have millions of them! [ 74, actually. but it's not like he can do much beyond 2+2 yet. no doubt they'd gotten a visit from a drone about poor grades, after all. h-he's passing art at least. ]

[discoinfernorz]

[confused child is too much of a derp to handle oh god. he isn't sure how long he can deal with this without setting anything on fire.]

You should take what they say with a grain of salt as well. [because any rumours about 'that commie hippie joint yard with the vodka, fire and lunatics' are false as false can be...]

Ah, really? That's quite an offer she's made you.

[innocentreplica]

[ deal with it. 8) ]

But-- [ actually, you know. he's learned a little self-control because he actually realizes it's probably time to stop questioning. or he's just distracted by the crayons. ]

Uh-huh! But she made a list of things I'm not allowed to do with them, and it's kinda long.

[ ... ] Hey, Hao? Do you ever color?

[discoinfernorz]

She looks out for you well. [because not everyone has a glorious never-ending well of patience like him! clone child might color on the wrong porch and get bludgeoned to death for it or something.

at the question, he allows himself an amused chuckle.]

I do, though crayons aren't my medium of choice. [and then; IDEA!! the perfect distraction!] Would you like to color something together?

[innocentreplica]

Mm! [ And then: YESSS THIS IS GREAT IDEA! See, he knew there was a reason he likes you, Hao. ]

Uh-huh! I have my crayons in my room!