A Fairy Tale Life

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Fairy Tales!
When: Today until the 1st
Where: All around Luceti
Summary: Check it out in here
Rating: Varies with each thread :|a

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[notpunishingyet]

[Eventually, he might see a familiar figure pass by. He might've just learned that a friend of his went home; with that on his mind, he sits down on a bench close to Livio's magical garbage journey. :|

Hnngh. He makes an annoyed (possibly sad-possibly) fist at his knees.]

Stupid shitty chef...

[crybabyorphan]

[Yeah, he does recognize his bff, but what he doesn't understand is why he's older or what's with the cross. Then again he's pretty sure this is all just one giant parade of crazy going on in his head right now and he's really passed out on a box somewhere right now.]

Wolfwood?

[he remains pretty quiet as he asks the question, and while he wasn't afraid of him, his approach was apprehensive out of a combination of force of habit and being thrust into a topsy-turvy environment. he sounds like he is gonna cry any minute he doesn't understand what's going on and why Nico-nii]

[notpunishingyet]

[He looks up at the sound of the figure, showing the faint shimmer of a few unshed tears before stubbornly wiping his eyes. That wasn't too tough. But more importantly-this kid knew his last name.

He never liked giving out his last name.]

How'd you know my name?

[crybabyorphan]

[The Wolfwood he knew didn't cry, but then again the Wolfwood he knew was his age and didn't carry a giant cross either. But it never really strikes him as being some other Wolfwood that he didn't know, because well... at this point he isn't even completely aware that this is all reality.

For a very, very brief moment he looked genuinely hurt, but that was only a flicker before quickly buried by his usual empty expression. Because even if that did hurt he had already come to the realization that he wasn't a person worth remembering to begin with.]

You don't remember...

[notpunishingyet]

... Don't remember what?

[He pauses, finding him familiar.]

... I feel like we met before. S'that what you mean? Have we met before?

[crybabyorphan]

You were my friend...

[and his only real friend, not counting his little girlfriend. But that doesn't really matter anymore, does it?]

[notpunishingyet]

[And suddenly, Wolfwood gets up and walks over to lean in toward Livio, hands in his pockets. He's staring very intently, because you are familiar.]

What's your name?

[crybabyorphan]

[Funny he looks kinda like that happy guy you met at the bakery earlier. Except now that he's a kid everything in his eyes just scream of a sort of dead emptiness. Though that could be because he looks like a deprived little orphan kid would got kicked around in the sand.]

Livio.

[His voice is hollow. Whether you know him or not it doesn't seem to matter to him anymore. It stopped mattering shortly after you didn't even recognize him to begin with.]

[notpunishingyet]

[Heeeey, wait]

I met you before; you got smaller.

[... :T Hmph.]

What's with the downtrodden kinda' look, huh?

/ventures into the world of using icons that aren't relevant because no relevant ones are uploaded

[crybabyorphan]

[Well, now it's more like downtrodden and thoroughly confused because none of what you just said made any sense.]

[notpunishingyet]

...

What? Did I say something weird?

[crybabyorphan]

It's nothing.

[HIS PROBLEMS ARE MEANINGLESS but since you asked-]

I just didn't shrink.

[you weirdo]

[notpunishingyet]

It ain't nothing. Sad looks don't just happen.

What's wrong? Woke up in a weird place?

[It's been happening a lot. :|]

[crybabyorphan]

Everything here is weird. This place doesn't make any sense at all.

[Hey you asked what was wrong that gives him license to sulk]

[notpunishingyet]

Nothin' wrong with weird places. Why's it giving you that gloomy look, huh?

please smack the emo out of him Wolfwood, you're good at that

[crybabyorphan]

What does it matter? You don't remember me anyways.

[And after that little outburst he's trying to settle back into not caring at all.]