Who: Shiroe Rei Seki, a few hallucinogenic spores and you!
When: Backdated to Friday afternoon and evening.
Where: Anywhere in the streets, plus Skye hospital.
Summary: Shiroe's a very friendly and open kid on a typical day, so on a day that things seem even stranger than usual, he'll talk to everyone about anything. Telepathic projections may or
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[this comes from someone who's just barely chest-level with the countertop, but also from someone whose eyes are flitting between the clerk and the menu behind him. so many questions to ask, so little time.]
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Yeah, medicine, like Tylenol or something usually helps. But we don't sell that kind of thing here.
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[he actually looks a bit determined on this drink existing, for all that someone who's slightly wavering on his feet could look determined.]
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This afternoon he's mainly people watching, but it can't keep him interested for long. He's far too restless.]
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[rather than being a spokesperson for an exercise ad, Shiroe's rocking on his own feet right behind Tyrell, smile as wide as possible and eyes zeroed in. his telepathy is delving right into the other's mind, regardless of the fact that some part of him knew it wasn't exactly a good idea to be so careless; but even without telepathy, it was obvious this boy wanted to move.]
[Shiroe didn't think too much of moving, right then, but he still did. moving meant distractions, right? right.]
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Then he starts to freak out. Who is this guy -- why is he looking at him like that? Why is he even speaking, and what does he mean by that, anyway? Tyrell takes an unconscious step backwards, shaking his head, trying to figure out if he was imagining things -- it had almost felt like there had been somebody in there.
The kid's still there, looking at him, and yeah. It's still freaky.]
Hey! What do you think you're doing?!
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[this kid, especially. so much emotion, so much feedback - you should be a Mu (another absent, accidental projection) - and the other seemed to have some awareness of what was happening, which was a bad thing if Shiroe thought about it but a good thing if he didn't.]
[so, he didn't. instead, he beamed and replied rather matter-of-factly:] I'm talking to you.
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Sure, he could've easily stolen the goods, but there was little-to-no fun in robbing retail. Besides, without a ready supply of xenothium, he wanted to avoid using the suit too much, even if he didn't need it for straight-up thievery. Sometimes, he just liked being a normal, nameless, faceless person.]
...huh... Hot Pockets went up in price. Maybe getting another job wouldn't be a bad idea...
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[Red might be mumbling to himself, and Red might be moving past Shiroe, but Shiroe still speaks clearly and matter-of-factly. the telepath's staring at a man talking with a woman across the street, looking rather like he's in a trance.]
[but... well. it's also undeniable that he's talking to Red. if that helps any.]
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He always finds that one thing that'll get under her skin.
So when she sees him, she almost wants to ignore him and keep walking. But it's getting close to sundown and he's just wandering aimlessly...]
Shiroe?
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[at this point, he's crouching on a curb right beyond the park's entrance, staring rather fixedly at a red hydrant across the street. his arms are clasp tight around his stomach, and he might look a bit green in the face-- but his voice is quiet, a bit wavering and a bit curious, a bit too much like any other normal boy.]
[Re-l will probably feel the beginning nudges of his telepathy against her mind, but it won't link anything to his out-of-the-blue question. (not even a hello or a "it has been a long time, hasn't it:" his manners fell more every day).]
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I don't think that's any of your business.
[What sort of question is that, anyway?]
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[his mind crumbles away the moment he starts to shut him out, but he instinctively knows he's supposed to be hearing something to back up the 'none of your business' comment (caught the fringes, but there were so many minds to explore to waste time picking at one); so, finally, his eyes wander away from the hydrant to look up at her, though his expression is still as distracted as can be.]
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