☆ fourteenth | action

[outwalks]

[ On this fine Lucetian afternoon, a polite young boy and a loud man are having a mild squabble in the middle of the plaza. Suddenly, however, the boy gets very, very quiet. And smiles, absently reaching for a pocket. ]

Kio, could you please hold out your hand?

Oh, okay!

[ Click.

That sharp noise was the sound of an artist being handcuffed to the fountain. Screams can be heard by anybody passing shortly. Deal with it. ]

(ooc | Forward-dated to Wednesday afternoon. Both Kio and Allen will be tagging in on separate threads.)