First Entrance
Into the bar steps a little boy.
A very little boy, with a coloring book in one hand and a pack of crayons in the other.
He glances back through the door (which still contains his living room) and then, with a little shrug, goes to a table and opens the book. He recalls a bunny that he thinks ought to be purple.
See, Barty feels all the ways things are, and what he feels now...is that underneath this fascinating new somewhere he's found himself in is his kitchen.
And since that's where he was planning to color anyway, he's not going to be moving anytime soon. He is, however, open to meeting new people. That's not something he gets to do often.
[teeny tiny tags: Barty Lampion, Duck]
A very little boy, with a coloring book in one hand and a pack of crayons in the other.
He glances back through the door (which still contains his living room) and then, with a little shrug, goes to a table and opens the book. He recalls a bunny that he thinks ought to be purple.
See, Barty feels all the ways things are, and what he feels now...is that underneath this fascinating new somewhere he's found himself in is his kitchen.
And since that's where he was planning to color anyway, he's not going to be moving anytime soon. He is, however, open to meeting new people. That's not something he gets to do often.
[teeny tiny tags: Barty Lampion, Duck]