The sound of our voices made us forget everything
Who: Tim and a tiny Sora. (bratwonder, erasemeaway)
What: Small child takes candy from strangers. AIMlog.
Where: The Kent house and surrounds .
When: Backdated to the first and second days of Halloween candy.
Sora: *tiny, still sucking lollipop* -?
Tim: . . . *smacks face with open palm*
Sora: *wide blue eyes, his skin pretty and pale, like porcelain, unmarred with disease, his face not carrying the same melancholy*
Tim: *peels hand down face, peers through fingers* . . . hi, Sora.
Sora: *tiny, shy little smile, still has his lollipop* Hello...
Tim: ........ *Mrph. cannot. maintain. scowly glower.* That any good?
Sora: Uhuh...
Sora: Want a taste?
Tim: . . . No thanks. *No way no how.* How you feelin'?
Sora: It tastes good! *giggles, all of his senses returned to him, his eyes bright*
Tim: . . . *o_____o. Without making much of any noise, he crosses the room and holds out a hand. Offering.*
Sora: *places his tiny white little hand into his trustingly, without any hesitation*
Tim: *catches his breath.* *swallows.* ... You wanna go see the jack-o-lanterns? They look kinda cool with the fog all rolled in.
Sora: *holds up both arms, his bat wings flapping* Jackolanturns!
Tim: *o_O* So that's a yes then. Uh. *poking at a wing. Lightly.*
Sora: *giggles, little bat wings flapping*
Tim: . . . *offers shoulders for piggybacking. Does not wipe boggled look from face.*
Sora: ...? *has never been carried, unsure what to do* ...?
Tim: . . . *looks over his shoulder* C'mon. *beckon. If you get close enough he'll snag your free wrist and tug.*
Sora: *awkwardly climbs on his back*
Tim: *shifts around to get comfy and accomodate lollipop.* All aboard. *and off into the dusk*
Sora: *one thin arm hooked about his neck for stability, his cheek resting against the back of his neck, their dark hair mixing*
Tim: *stumbles a little going downstairs, but the banister is good for balance and he really is better every day.*
Sora: *coos softly, clinging worriedly, afraid to get dropped*
Tim: *tightens hold.* I gotcha.
Sora: *hands fist on the collar of his shirt*
Sora: *gently* Where are we going?
Tim: Uh... well, they're all over the place outside, but I guess the real show is the setup in the marketplace. *hops the last two steps and lands solid, hah*
Sora: *cries out at the jump, clinging tight*
Tim: Hey! *other hand coming up to hold onto Yoite's arm, where it's kinda digging into his neck thar* I said I gotcha, okay? You're fine. C'mon, that was like two feet through the air.
Sora: *huddles against him, hiccupping*
Tim: *tsk* Awwww, c'mon. *shakes his head, slides on out the door.* Look up, willya? The lights're on. *spreading orange through the mist, and really are kinda awesome. If spooky.*
Sora: *for a child who had never been out of the basement, everything was filled with wonder, his eyes the size of saucers and his little mouth open wide* Wow...
[The next day]
Tim: *pokes head back in* Mornin'.
Sora: *bundled up on the floor, clearly hadn't slept very well, lifts his head sleepily*
Tim: . . . =/ Whyn't you use the bed?
Sora: I don't sleep in them... Father told me I should sleep on the floor.
Tim: *hand grips the doorway a little hard there.* . . . Okay. Scoot over a second. *comes over. Just gonna brace one foot on the bedframe and haul the mattress to the floor, suppressing the scowl.*
Sora: *curiously watches him, hesitantly picking up the toy he had received from Matsuri long ago, as if he didn't deserve to hold it*
Tim: *scoots mattress over till it bumps the Yoite-bundle, beckons.* There, see? The floor's better.
Sora: *hesitantly climbs atop the mattress, huddling into a ball atop the covers*
Tim: *pulls the covers over, even if he kind of has to dump the kid on the mattress when he unwinds 'em.* Take a nap, I'll getcha some breakfast.
Sora: *whimpers softly* This is too nice for me.
Tim: *tch* Yeah, well, enjoy it. Next week we'll lock ya in a closet. *ruffles lightly*
Sora: Understood.
Tim: ............. *blankets.* Back soon.
Sora: *lashes flutter a moment, noses the pillow and sleeps a while, his hair mussed affectionately*
Tim: *okay, partial victory? Hot breakfast prolly smells pretty good after a couple hours, huh?*
Sora: *is sickeningly adorable, an easy armful, just a bundle of quilts topped with a puff of black hair*
Tim: *... probably brought up three times the food he'll eat, huh. But with Yoite who really knows. Just gonna drop the tray lightly by the mattress, yawn a sec, and rest his legs. Feh, stairs.*
Sora: *turns in his dreaming, resting his temple against Tim's knee*
Tim: *headpat. Geez, it's nice to see him not hurting or drugged.*
Sora: *smells the food, awakening, well-rested from his nap*
Sora: *blinks up at him* May I eat it?
Tim: All yours. *short yawn, leaning back.* Y'mind if I stretch out over here? *takin' the space across the bottom half of the mattress, not like you're using more than a quarter of it anyway*
Sora: *reaches over slooowly...*
Sora: *gobbles up the food in less than a few minutes, as if it would simply vanish out of place*
Sora: *licks any excess from his mouth, curling up, watching him curiously*
Tim: *chin propped on arms, watching through half-shut eyes*
Sora: *hesitantly creeps closer to, lying down and imitating him*
Sora: *reaches out to touch his face with his soft, pale little hands*
Tim: *tilts into the touch* Mornin'.
Sora: I know you...But I don't know you...
Tim: Yup, 'bout right. *tilts the other way* 'm Tim.
Sora: Tim...
Sora: *creeps to lean against his chest trustingly* I like that name.
Sora: *wearing one of Tim's shirts, with the "R" embroidered across the pocket*
Tim: . . . *where did you even get that* Mm. Sora's a pretty good one too. *slings an arm over, not ungently*
Tim: *jaw-cracking yawwn, fff really should get up.*
Sora: *watching the whole time, eyes wondered and awed*
Tim: *blinks down at* You still sleepy?
Sora: A little...
Tim: *ruffles one more time, then pushes himself up* I gotta get started. C'mon down whenever you want.
Sora: ...down where?
Tim: Downstairs. There's a whole house out there, y'know.
Sora: ...*slips his hand into his* Show me?
Tim: *rolls to his feet* Sure.
Sora: *trustingly pads along after him with his bare little feet*
Tim: *impulse to show off is rising. Kinda wants to - ahh, screw it, letting go to slide down the banister.*
What: Small child takes candy from strangers. AIMlog.
Where: The Kent house and surrounds .
When: Backdated to the first and second days of Halloween candy.
Sora: *tiny, still sucking lollipop* -?
Tim: . . . *smacks face with open palm*
Sora: *wide blue eyes, his skin pretty and pale, like porcelain, unmarred with disease, his face not carrying the same melancholy*
Tim: *peels hand down face, peers through fingers* . . . hi, Sora.
Sora: *tiny, shy little smile, still has his lollipop* Hello...
Tim: ........ *Mrph. cannot. maintain. scowly glower.* That any good?
Sora: Uhuh...
Sora: Want a taste?
Tim: . . . No thanks. *No way no how.* How you feelin'?
Sora: It tastes good! *giggles, all of his senses returned to him, his eyes bright*
Tim: . . . *o_____o. Without making much of any noise, he crosses the room and holds out a hand. Offering.*
Sora: *places his tiny white little hand into his trustingly, without any hesitation*
Tim: *catches his breath.* *swallows.* ... You wanna go see the jack-o-lanterns? They look kinda cool with the fog all rolled in.
Sora: *holds up both arms, his bat wings flapping* Jackolanturns!
Tim: *o_O* So that's a yes then. Uh. *poking at a wing. Lightly.*
Sora: *giggles, little bat wings flapping*
Tim: . . . *offers shoulders for piggybacking. Does not wipe boggled look from face.*
Sora: ...? *has never been carried, unsure what to do* ...?
Tim: . . . *looks over his shoulder* C'mon. *beckon. If you get close enough he'll snag your free wrist and tug.*
Sora: *awkwardly climbs on his back*
Tim: *shifts around to get comfy and accomodate lollipop.* All aboard. *and off into the dusk*
Sora: *one thin arm hooked about his neck for stability, his cheek resting against the back of his neck, their dark hair mixing*
Tim: *stumbles a little going downstairs, but the banister is good for balance and he really is better every day.*
Sora: *coos softly, clinging worriedly, afraid to get dropped*
Tim: *tightens hold.* I gotcha.
Sora: *hands fist on the collar of his shirt*
Sora: *gently* Where are we going?
Tim: Uh... well, they're all over the place outside, but I guess the real show is the setup in the marketplace. *hops the last two steps and lands solid, hah*
Sora: *cries out at the jump, clinging tight*
Tim: Hey! *other hand coming up to hold onto Yoite's arm, where it's kinda digging into his neck thar* I said I gotcha, okay? You're fine. C'mon, that was like two feet through the air.
Sora: *huddles against him, hiccupping*
Tim: *tsk* Awwww, c'mon. *shakes his head, slides on out the door.* Look up, willya? The lights're on. *spreading orange through the mist, and really are kinda awesome. If spooky.*
Sora: *for a child who had never been out of the basement, everything was filled with wonder, his eyes the size of saucers and his little mouth open wide* Wow...
[The next day]
Tim: *pokes head back in* Mornin'.
Sora: *bundled up on the floor, clearly hadn't slept very well, lifts his head sleepily*
Tim: . . . =/ Whyn't you use the bed?
Sora: I don't sleep in them... Father told me I should sleep on the floor.
Tim: *hand grips the doorway a little hard there.* . . . Okay. Scoot over a second. *comes over. Just gonna brace one foot on the bedframe and haul the mattress to the floor, suppressing the scowl.*
Sora: *curiously watches him, hesitantly picking up the toy he had received from Matsuri long ago, as if he didn't deserve to hold it*
Tim: *scoots mattress over till it bumps the Yoite-bundle, beckons.* There, see? The floor's better.
Sora: *hesitantly climbs atop the mattress, huddling into a ball atop the covers*
Tim: *pulls the covers over, even if he kind of has to dump the kid on the mattress when he unwinds 'em.* Take a nap, I'll getcha some breakfast.
Sora: *whimpers softly* This is too nice for me.
Tim: *tch* Yeah, well, enjoy it. Next week we'll lock ya in a closet. *ruffles lightly*
Sora: Understood.
Tim: ............. *blankets.* Back soon.
Sora: *lashes flutter a moment, noses the pillow and sleeps a while, his hair mussed affectionately*
Tim: *okay, partial victory? Hot breakfast prolly smells pretty good after a couple hours, huh?*
Sora: *is sickeningly adorable, an easy armful, just a bundle of quilts topped with a puff of black hair*
Tim: *... probably brought up three times the food he'll eat, huh. But with Yoite who really knows. Just gonna drop the tray lightly by the mattress, yawn a sec, and rest his legs. Feh, stairs.*
Sora: *turns in his dreaming, resting his temple against Tim's knee*
Tim: *headpat. Geez, it's nice to see him not hurting or drugged.*
Sora: *smells the food, awakening, well-rested from his nap*
Sora: *blinks up at him* May I eat it?
Tim: All yours. *short yawn, leaning back.* Y'mind if I stretch out over here? *takin' the space across the bottom half of the mattress, not like you're using more than a quarter of it anyway*
Sora: *reaches over slooowly...*
Sora: *gobbles up the food in less than a few minutes, as if it would simply vanish out of place*
Sora: *licks any excess from his mouth, curling up, watching him curiously*
Tim: *chin propped on arms, watching through half-shut eyes*
Sora: *hesitantly creeps closer to, lying down and imitating him*
Sora: *reaches out to touch his face with his soft, pale little hands*
Tim: *tilts into the touch* Mornin'.
Sora: I know you...But I don't know you...
Tim: Yup, 'bout right. *tilts the other way* 'm Tim.
Sora: Tim...
Sora: *creeps to lean against his chest trustingly* I like that name.
Sora: *wearing one of Tim's shirts, with the "R" embroidered across the pocket*
Tim: . . . *where did you even get that* Mm. Sora's a pretty good one too. *slings an arm over, not ungently*
Tim: *jaw-cracking yawwn, fff really should get up.*
Sora: *watching the whole time, eyes wondered and awed*
Tim: *blinks down at* You still sleepy?
Sora: A little...
Tim: *ruffles one more time, then pushes himself up* I gotta get started. C'mon down whenever you want.
Sora: ...down where?
Tim: Downstairs. There's a whole house out there, y'know.
Sora: ...*slips his hand into his* Show me?
Tim: *rolls to his feet* Sure.
Sora: *trustingly pads along after him with his bare little feet*
Tim: *impulse to show off is rising. Kinda wants to - ahh, screw it, letting go to slide down the banister.*