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[googles_master]

Who: Reno and Bobby
When: After Reno speaks with Raphael, during the later evening
Where: Next to the river to the north of Reno's shack
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Possible cussing? XD;
Summary: A boy seems to be lost and afraid and Reno sets out to help him out

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[demonic_boy]

The blond boy sat on one of the larger rocks, his legs dangling down, making him look somewhat smaller than he actually was. He'd watched the few monsters he'd seen with some interest...maybe things wouldn't be so boring around here after all. Still, best not to get overzealous.

At the sound of someone calling him, Bobby lifted his head and looked in the direction that it had come from, blue eyes settling on the redhead approaching him.

"A-ah," he stammered with an expertly-crafted nervous expression, "Y-yes, I'm Bobby. You're...Reno?"

[demonic_boy]

Hmmm...it was a good thing that he hadn't acted on his murderous impulse earlier. For one in a full household to go missing so suddenly after going out to look for a lost little boy would only have caused Bobby trouble. Suspicion was best avoided this early in the game. "I hope I'm not a strain," he said, looking around at the meager shack, before turning his attention down to his leg. "Oh, it's...I think it's all right now. I just landed on it wrong, I think..."

[googles_master]

"Don't worry 'bout it, yo." Reno said, making a small smile.

He looked over at the boy's leg and heard his words, nodding.

"Yeah, probably. Here, let me get ya some food 'n water, ya are probably hungry, aren't ya?" He asked, a small smile on his lips still.

[demonic_boy]

The boy raised his eyebrow a bit again, the mention of food making his stomach grumble slightly. He hadn't even noticed it until just then.

"Ah, yes," he said, deciding to watch where Reno would take the food from. He'd already gathered that it was something of a rarity in this place, so if he was careful, he could steal bits every so often to hide for himself later.

[googles_master]

Reno brought the food from the outside, on the backdoor. The grilled fish was in small sticks and it looked good, grilled for the dinner, and he also carried a bowl of water on the other hand, careful not to break it or throw away any water.

"Here." He said, bending down to give the food to the boy, smiling slightly.