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[badendstalker]

[Hi guys, there is a Green chillin' at ye ole Cafe. Which one? It doesn't matter, he's there. With a notepad in his hand

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[fadingsounds]

[ and there's a red slinking around the cafe, grabbing a bun or two from an unattended table casually.

... oh. green? he pauses, then attempts to peer over his shoulder. ]

[badendstalker]

[HIS RED SENSES ARE TINGLING!111

Green will just casually look over, while setting that notepad off to the side.]

...Red. Care to join me?

[fadingsounds]

...

[ .. he steps a little closer. he trusts green, after all. ]

[badendstalker]

[Good Red. COME CLOSER....]

Come on, sit down. Make yourself comfortable, Red!

[fadingsounds]

[ well. it's a green. green is in that small circle of people he actually trusts, so...

so red does as he's suggested. ]

[badendstalker]

[He'd be both happy and flattered if he knew you trust him, Red. Once Red seems to be seated, he'll raise the pot of tea slightly.]

Care for a cup?

[fadingsounds]

[ a nod. he's not usually one for tea, but he's rather thirsty. nomming on some stolen bread. ]

[badendstalker]

[Tra la la la, time to pour in a cup for Red.]

So how are you doing, Red?

[fadingsounds]

[ shrug. okay, he supposes... living from day to day, place to place... but he doesn't speak, because red. doesn't speak all that often. ]

[badendstalker]

[Green's used to getting little to no verbal response from a Red. His Red barely talked at all, back home. It's a little daunting but not enough to faze Green.]

Well it certainly seems like you're adjusting. You made any new friends?

[fadingsounds]

[ ... shrug. he doesn't linger long enough anywhere to talk to anyone. there were a few people - mostly greens - who helped him out, but... he doesn't know where they live and tracking them down would take far too long. ]

[badendstalker]

Oh, so you haven't made any friends?

[This is very good news. VERY...]

Well, I guess that's not too strange. You don't tend to stay in one spot very often, do you?

[fadingsounds]

[ ... headtilt.

... nod. well. shrug. no. nod. ... SHRUG? confirming or denying this one is tricky. ]

[badendstalker]

[...huh, that's interesting. What was Red trying to hide from him? Or maybe he doesn't know how to answer...]

You don't have to answer me you know. I just assumed you had something in common with my Red, back home.

[fadingsounds]

[ that gets a shrug... all reds seemed to be alike, at their core. silent, heroic... most of the ones he's seen here are younger than him, but...

he'll be reaching for that tea now. ]

[badendstalker]

[Red certainly does look older than this Green's Red back home. ...but he's not the first older Red he's met thus far. Even if that one happened to slip out of his hands. But that was his fault for not making absolute sure that meddling double, whatever the fuck his name was, was dead or not.

Green just casually lifts his cup, while taking a small sip too. Unfortunate for Red, he made sure to slip a little something into Red's cup of tea. Enough to make him feel drowsy, anyway.]