[ log: rolo + anyone ]

[lamperburton]

[ Laying out on the front yard of the house, he's looking up at the stars with his arms behind his head. It's summer still, and though the shine of the stars is a bit dimmed by the city lights, he still enjoys looking up and following the path of the milky way or pointing out the constellations that he can see. At some point, he'll have to pester

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[hypnotizers]

[ Contrary to what the DAV would have you believe, there is no easy way to maneuver a wheelchair onto an uneven curb and certainly not in the middle of the night on a street where light is rarer than than a house without an SUV in the driveway. All of which, in a neighborhood where the average net worth of each homeowner is over 1.2 mills, are almost disgustingly long. The girl's home and exaggerated driveway are in a nearby cul-de-sac and to get there she needs to move from the road to the pavement.

She stops in front of someone's house where the cement flattens out and merges with tar, negotiating wheels over the drain in the ground and--

--encounters a crack too deep to avoid. The wheelchair topples forward. The girl and the stuffed rabbit in her lap follow suit. ]

[lamperburton]

[ The sound of something collapsing onto concrete jerks him out of his revelry and he hurriedly sits up. He sees the girl on the pavement and quickly gets up to hurry over and help her up. ]

Oi--! You okay?

[hypnotizers]

I-I'm fine! [ Hands grazed and knees nicked- yes, she's all right and absolutely mortified. Hastily she pushes herself up with her elbows, trying to collect herself before he can. ] I g-guess I wasn't paying too close attention, but...

[lamperburton]

[ His hands are already busy, setting the chair back up and gathering the stuffed rabbit together so that she can get back into the chair easier. Idly, he's reminded of Nunnally. Who is this girl and why is she out this late? ]

Nah, it's fine. You sure you're okay? I think we got a first aid kit inside. How come you're out so late?

[byronics]

[ Opening the front door, then little more than a black silhouette ringed in Living Room Yellow light, said chauffeur says nothing as a thin sliver of brightness cuts the dark lawn in half, watching foggily as though sleepwalking. ]

[lamperburton]

[ The light breaks up his train of thought and he shifts so he can tilt his head and look back at the individual who interrupted his train of thought. The individual's silhouette can only belong to one individual. It's too tall to Nunnally so that could only mean one thing. ]

Hey, nii-sama. I didn't wake you up, did I?

[byronics]

Yes. [ crosses arms, leaning against the doorframe ] You were thinking so loudly that I was startled out of a deep, dreamless sleep and you ought to be ashamed.

[lamperburton]

[ Snorts a bit, turning onto his stomach to get a better look at his brother. ] Gotta get some earplugs then. Won't be any good if I just stop thinking, y'know?