Damn, balls, damn.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Deb and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
What: Miami girl hates the snow
When: Morning.
Where: The porch of the boarding house.

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Erik had woken up in a strange house. The fact that he'd never woken up anywhere but his own attic room was exciting--and scary--enough. But when he went downstairs and found that there wasn't anyone else there, that was almost liberating.

He could do anything.

Mask firmly in place, Erik--a small, too thin boy of eight or nine--wandered out into the world. It didn't look at all the way he imagined. Mother's rose garden wasn't here, and everything looked wrong. Too much wood, not enough stone. The buildings weren't styled like the ones in the books he snuck up to his room to read. But he was too excited to truly be scared. He was free.

At least until he saw the girl on the porch of the big house. He'd never seen another child before, and he ducked behind the wall to watch her for a minute. She talked funny, and after a moment, he giggled.

"What does it suck?" he asked innocently, stepping out.

[ingenue_bait]

"Do you mean a bicycle?" Erik asked with interest. "I have seen a drawing of one, in a book." Erik had seen drawings of many things, and for the most part, that was his exposure to the world.