a 95% chance of freeloading. [ open and active :O ]
Character(s): L and... uh, anyone else.
Content: L keeps "exploring" the wonderful world of Paixao. And no he's not mooching off of mindless citizens with baked goods in their hands, how can you say that?
Setting: Outside of Por Favore's [I5].
Time: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
I dislike travel. I absolutely dislike travel. That was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Oh... that, and the aching pain in his legs. Outside of playing tennis, L couldn't stand having to walk (or run, as sports often required people to do), but in Paixao he also couldn't stand to sit still.
... well, okay, he could sit.
If I remain stationary I will learn nothing about this city and how it works, he thought to himself, curling up on the ground again. L hadn't even bothered using the map; why should he, when it didn't matter where he was going? But obviously one can not simply spend their days wandering. They must rest. Yes. They must. Surely I'm no exception.
Nevermind that this was an insomniac stopping to rest. He might not sleep much, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy.
L was rocking back and forth on his feet, wondering what he should do next, when a typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed drone carrying a bag in her arms hurried past. It probably wasn't a good thing that he was sitting around in her way, because she wasn't even looking down... and before either of them knew it, L was sent rolling off to the side of the street. Wow, things were spinning awfully fast. There's a 76% chance that I might be slightly dizzy when I stop...
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said the drone, shuffling her feet over to where the detective now was. L blinked twice, comically, and looked up. She was still spinning a little bit.
"You're forgiven, mindless citizen," he replied, rolling onto his back. "You were in a hurry and I was in your way. It was an accident."
The girl kind of... stared. And smiled. And nodded.
"You look kind of tired. Are you homeless? Poor thing..."
L started biting his knuckles. "Yes, I suppose I am a 'poor thing.' Seeing as how I do not own a home in this... city, and I have no money..."
She just smiled wider. Conversation with these people really just got him nowhere...
"Well, you can have this?"
From within the bigger bag, the drone produced a smaller bag... a smaller bag that, lo and behold, smelled faintly of freshly baked cookies.
Scratch that. This was going somewhere.
"Bye-bye now!"
L sat up and watched the girl hurry off down the street, clutching the bag of cookies close to his chest. I suppose if I sit here and look pitiful, as the homeless often do, he thought, the chances of me receiving food from strangers increase by 20%.
Content: L keeps "exploring" the wonderful world of Paixao. And no he's not mooching off of mindless citizens with baked goods in their hands, how can you say that?
Setting: Outside of Por Favore's [I5].
Time: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
I dislike travel. I absolutely dislike travel. That was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Oh... that, and the aching pain in his legs. Outside of playing tennis, L couldn't stand having to walk (or run, as sports often required people to do), but in Paixao he also couldn't stand to sit still.
... well, okay, he could sit.
If I remain stationary I will learn nothing about this city and how it works, he thought to himself, curling up on the ground again. L hadn't even bothered using the map; why should he, when it didn't matter where he was going? But obviously one can not simply spend their days wandering. They must rest. Yes. They must. Surely I'm no exception.
Nevermind that this was an insomniac stopping to rest. He might not sleep much, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy.
L was rocking back and forth on his feet, wondering what he should do next, when a typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed drone carrying a bag in her arms hurried past. It probably wasn't a good thing that he was sitting around in her way, because she wasn't even looking down... and before either of them knew it, L was sent rolling off to the side of the street. Wow, things were spinning awfully fast. There's a 76% chance that I might be slightly dizzy when I stop...
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said the drone, shuffling her feet over to where the detective now was. L blinked twice, comically, and looked up. She was still spinning a little bit.
"You're forgiven, mindless citizen," he replied, rolling onto his back. "You were in a hurry and I was in your way. It was an accident."
The girl kind of... stared. And smiled. And nodded.
"You look kind of tired. Are you homeless? Poor thing..."
L started biting his knuckles. "Yes, I suppose I am a 'poor thing.' Seeing as how I do not own a home in this... city, and I have no money..."
She just smiled wider. Conversation with these people really just got him nowhere...
"Well, you can have this?"
From within the bigger bag, the drone produced a smaller bag... a smaller bag that, lo and behold, smelled faintly of freshly baked cookies.
Scratch that. This was going somewhere.
"Bye-bye now!"
L sat up and watched the girl hurry off down the street, clutching the bag of cookies close to his chest. I suppose if I sit here and look pitiful, as the homeless often do, he thought, the chances of me receiving food from strangers increase by 20%.