13 Purple Files
[The writing is messy, as the writer is being jostled quite a bit. It probably wouldn't be recognizable if the sentence structure wasn't so distinct.]
This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things ( Read more... )
This, it is ridiculous! There have been ridiculous things before, but this, it is the most! My chair will not stop! I cannot sit without them taking off and playing music of all things ( Read more... )
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This is the least civilized and polite thing that Huo has done in ever. It feels kind of nice.]
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[It's a cry of outrage. Ambassador at first thinks he's under assault, as if the chair isn't bad enough. Then it sinks in what's happening.]
Do I look like, like, like a carnival ride? No! I do not! I am trapped! I am no pony! Whose even are you?
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[He may be tiny now, but Huo is still quite capable of understanding that if Ambassador knew who he really was, well, he'd probably strangle him bare-handed. So he just holds on and grins widely.]
It's not nice of you not to share the fun!
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[He'd have more insults if he wasn't so pissed off and yet aware of the fact that he couldn't do anything. His only option was flinging the kid off, and Ambassador's not about to leap off himself. He can't quite bring himself to throw the child. Not quite.]
Fun? This, it is hardly fun. It is an annoyance. It is more than an annoyance.
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[And it is. A lot of fun. Even if he has to act the age he looks and ride a decidedly grumpy adult for it. The chair goes fast and is virtually unstoppable. Huo likesfast unstoppable things.]
Just sit back and stop worrying! [He glances back with the most angelic little smile he can manage. Surely Ambassador is not so heartless as to toss off such a cute kid?]
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[It was not fun, at all, and Ambassador hates optimists when he wants to be grumpy. He especially hates ones that he can't quite justify getting out of his way, either. He's almost heartless enough. Almost.]
Stop worrying. My chair, it is running away with me. I have run over people. And I am to sit back and stop worrying? It must be nice to be so simple and not very aware of the world, hm? What is your name, little annoyance?
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[What? He's a logical kid! And a considerate one, and so arranges himself more comfortably on Ambassador's knees, making sure that his rather long and flyaway hair doesn't get in the other's face.]
I'm Moth. Because of the cocoon. 'Butterfly' was too long. [Simplest lie he ever told.] Can't you tell it where to go? We need reins!
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[Considerate nothing. Little kids seem to all be skin and bones, and Huo's bony butt isn't going to be comfortable in any way. Ambassador batts the hair away from his face.]
Pah. You need a haircut, Moth. Unless I am to use your hair as reins. Perhaps that will help, hm? It will make it better for me, I am sure.
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[Well, that came out a little unplanned - things have been doing that since his brain became so mismatched with his body, so he supplements it with a rather more childish: Don't you know anything?
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And I know more than you! A great deal! Like not to jump onto someone who is already inconvenienced!
[He was not about to spare a child. Certainly not an annoying one.]
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Like the first hint of tears, for once.]
I j-just wanted a fun ride...
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[Ambassador hadn't the faintest idea what to do with a crying child. By this point he's utterly convinced that he never, ever wants to have a child of his own.]
What even do you want, you infernal crow-voiced annoyance?
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[Maybe Moth was. And maybe he'd respond to that by protesting he was brave and then proving it.]
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