[Out and about with his cane and a bad temper, Blanchard is on a quest to fetch the damn newspaper for himself because the delivery boy has gotten himself sick. Bah. What good is he, then?
A random glance lands on Carla's shape and the lines on her face, all of which are an immediate cause for concern. Much too thin to look healthy in his book. Blanchard may hate humanity in general, but the man isn't entirely heartless, even if he shows it rather bluntly.]
[Carla turns, brows pinched in confusion, lip curled slightly in a general expression of annoyance. She gives him a rather uninterested look. No, she doesn't look her best, but then one's looks were all about how one carried themselves, and she no longer exhibited the tall, lean grace she once had.
She looked a little wild, a little hungry, and on edge.]
[Lou hates the cold. Never stops him from going out to buy another pack of cigarettes, though. Such is life and a man's addiction.
It's getting late and stores are nearing their closing time, so it's only appropriate to pick up the pace. Maybe even get distracted by whatever is busying up the streets.]
[you know, it's hard being one of the only twelve members of your species left in the universe. it's hard and nobody understands.
...of course, nobody seems to notice his gray skin or orange horns or shark teeth when he goes to the corner store so maybe it doesn't matter. he's not sure how that happens. maybe they fixate on his red-and-white striped walking cane instead, or maybe he's wrong and everyone is staring at him and he just can't tell because he can't see shit because it's so cold it hurts to breathe through his nose.
so, in short, the answer to "what's busying up the streets" is a blind kid wearing not quite enough layers who keeps cracking people's ankles with his cane in his attempts to walk down the street like a normal person.]
[The blindness would have to explain it, because Lou is definitely caught staring at him. It's easier to assume it's someone extravagantly disguised (he's aware of some weird subcultures that do that kind of crap, that's pretty much it) than to wonder about species and otherworldly nonsense. The cane just adds to the show.
Poor Lewis Puckett does try to evade it, but, alas, it inevitably connects with his ankle and he's turned into a pile of swear words and hisses. That was more painful than he thought it'd be.]
[Here they are somewhere in northern Europe, two boys in a ghost town abandoned but sometimes discovered in the middle of the mountains. Pó sits by its river, legs swinging from the bridge, watching the coins at the bottom reflecting the sharp sunlight of the winter morning. He hums a tune distractedly, something only those as old as his wish would recognize.]
this isn't Tibet. this is very confusing. he gawks around, increasingly confused and worried. a few minutes of wandering draws him over to the sound, coming to a stop a fair distance away. he frowns, squinting.
he doesn't know a whole lot of people in the world, so it's not like he needs to wrack his brain to realize it's a stranger...]
[He sees the other boy from afar, had guessed long ago that there would be visitors today. It's a wonder there is only one and so young, however, but surprise is something quickly brushed off in place of curiosity and eagerness to have a conversation. Pó waves, inviting him to approach and watch the river with him.]
Is anyone out there? Because I can't really move right now, so if you could just, get over here and pick me up--just to pick me up, there's really nowhere I need to go--I'd be very, very thankful. Can't repay you, unless you need me to open some doors for you. Or I could tell you about space! I can do that. Tell you all about drifting in space.
... Unless you want to kill me. In that case, no need to come over here, I'm alright, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing, I'm sure you're being great at it.
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A random glance lands on Carla's shape and the lines on her face, all of which are an immediate cause for concern. Much too thin to look healthy in his book. Blanchard may hate humanity in general, but the man isn't entirely heartless, even if he shows it rather bluntly.]
Good God, woman, are you alright?
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She looked a little wild, a little hungry, and on edge.]
I'm standing, aren't I?
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[He'd buy her one if he had to, but that doesn't mean he'd have much tact before it happened.]
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It's getting late and stores are nearing their closing time, so it's only appropriate to pick up the pace. Maybe even get distracted by whatever is busying up the streets.]
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...of course, nobody seems to notice his gray skin or orange horns or shark teeth when he goes to the corner store so maybe it doesn't matter. he's not sure how that happens. maybe they fixate on his red-and-white striped walking cane instead, or maybe he's wrong and everyone is staring at him and he just can't tell because he can't see shit because it's so cold it hurts to breathe through his nose.
so, in short, the answer to "what's busying up the streets" is a blind kid wearing not quite enough layers who keeps cracking people's ankles with his cane in his attempts to walk down the street like a normal person.]
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Poor Lewis Puckett does try to evade it, but, alas, it inevitably connects with his ankle and he's turned into a pile of swear words and hisses. That was more painful than he thought it'd be.]
Jesus fuck!
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when did he get here?
this isn't Tibet. this is very confusing. he gawks around, increasingly confused and worried. a few minutes of wandering draws him over to the sound, coming to a stop a fair distance away. he frowns, squinting.
he doesn't know a whole lot of people in the world, so it's not like he needs to wrack his brain to realize it's a stranger...]
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[A beat. Louder, paced:]
Is anyone out there? Because I can't really move right now, so if you could just, get over here and pick me up--just to pick me up, there's really nowhere I need to go--I'd be very, very thankful. Can't repay you, unless you need me to open some doors for you. Or I could tell you about space! I can do that. Tell you all about drifting in space.
... Unless you want to kill me. In that case, no need to come over here, I'm alright, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing, I'm sure you're being great at it.
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I did not expect to see you here.
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Sorry--what was that? I can't hear you! The signal's just the worst down here.
[YES THIS WILL TOTALLY MAKE HER GO AWAY AND NOT KILL HIM]
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