001 ▒ [Action] ▒ "Pinocchio"

[likes_shinies]

A » Inside 838 Hastings Boulevard.
[After finally feeling himself fade away, barely connected to the world any more, it's something of a surprise that he finds himself waking up here in a strange bed.

Waking. Up.

No, he doesn't sleep, he powers down. Waking up isn't the word for what he does. So why is this sensation so different and absurd?

Comments

B

[decadenzas]

[welp he's just watched this newcomer amble around for a bit from his perch on a nearby bench, and after a few minutes of that he'll cup a hand around his mouth to call out to him.]

You look a bit confused. Try not to wander into the street, yes? The mess would be horrid. [the best welcome wagon]

Re: B

[likes_shinies]

[Whops, guess who's just walking straight into the middle of the street like he owns it?

This guy, and he's ignoring the stranger speaking for a bit before he realizes he doesn't understand something.]

What mess? [He almost asks what a street is before he recalls the word had come up in his reading a few times. The thing below his feet is a street, right? In the Japan he comes from, these things are all but covered in grass and completely unused. So what's dangerous about wandering out onto one?]

[decadenzas]

Why, the mess your organs will make when they're splattered across the pavement, of course. [hopping from the bench, he walks to the very edge of the sidewalk and balances on the tips of his toes for a moment.]

Don't they teach children to look both ways before crossing the street? [so says the rather small twelve year old]

[likes_shinies]

[A laugh, you tell funny jokes for a little kid.]

Even if I had those, I don't see why that would happen. I've gone my whole life without getting a single scratch, thin air's not gonna do me in now.

[Seriously what are cars. Those things don't move right?]

I dunno, you're the kid here, you tell me. [He grins and keeps walking, moving closer to the side of the road, but not entirely off.]

[decadenzas]

You do have them now, assuming you're as new as you seem. [he's a little disappointed that the road seems so clear for now, looking down both ends of the street with his nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction before turning his attention back to the stranger.]

Judging by appearance is never very wise, you know. [he's totally old okay. he is super old.]