[53] just close your eyes and count to ten

[buildstherobots]

[Oh, Mayfield. Do you think you've heard sobbing? No, no you have not. Because that's pretty much all this tiny sparkle is doing, in-between panicked running about trying to figure out where he is and why doesn't he recognize anyone and professorrrrrrr ;A;

Okay, maybe he isn't wailing constantly, but he's definitely got a consistent sniffle, and will be found one of many places:

A. Bothering you! Tapping you, tugging on a pantleg, knocking on your door; wherever you are, he's trying to get your attention, looking increasingly distraught and panicked.

B. Getting into your electronics and/or car. How did he get in your house? It's not really important; despite the sniffle, he's taking something apart, and if you watch him undetected long enough you'll probably see him start putting it back together again. Maybe backwards, maybe better. He doesn't look any less upset than option A.

C. Resigned and miserable at the park. He's sitting beneath a tree, despondently drawing in the dirt with a stick, little skinny legs pulled up to his chest. Yes, still sniffling. Spare a tissue, kind sir?]

(I KNOW I'M ON HIATUS SSH. Replies will be slow, and will come from bittyglitter. There will be backtagging. 8Db)

Comments

A - couldn't resist

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken was just walking peacefully along when he felt the tugging on his jacket]

Eh? [He looks down. Awww...]

Hey little guy, are you lost?

a

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He nods, sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve.] Y-yes... Where am I?

Re: a

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken sighs a bit and kneels down a little. He hands the little crying thing some tissues.]

I take it you're new huh. This is a town called Mayfield. I don't think you would have heard of it.

a

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He nods again, taking the tissues and scrubbing at his nose.]

I don't even know how I got here... How do I get home?

[Oh, so hopeful. Good luck with this one.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Oog, another one huh? Ken smiles ruefully at the little guy.]

Well, I don't really know how you got here, but I can tell you there isn't a way home yet. [He made sure to stress the 'yet'. No use crushing the kid completely]

But don't worry! Everyone is working on it!

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[Apparently the yet isn't that comforting, because the kid's eyes well up again anyway.]

B-but... but I have to! I'm making something for the professor and I wanted to show Jade first because he might like this one and... and...

[He wails a little and buries his face in the tissues.]

C

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

There there, do not be sad. What is it that you are drawing?

Re: C

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He takes the handkerchief, wiping his face(mostly his nose) with it.] Just... Just some toy plans... It's something I'm working on at h-home... [His eyes well up again as he says the word.]

[badend-replay.livejournal.com]

Is that so? You must be very talented then!

Do you like making toys then? You must make people very happy!

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

I like machines. It's a little one I'm making for the Professor...

[He trails off, poking at the design forlornly with the stick.]

B

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[Theta spots him getting into a nearby car, and she walks over, going up on tiptoe to peer into the machinery as well.]

What're you do~ing? Are you an ergaleomancer? You're little...

Re: B

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Not that little! [He squares his little shoulders as he says it.]

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

No, but they're supposed to be big big. How old are you?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Ten. And I'm not... The thing you said.

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[And she's only six. But he looks interesting, so eh.]

Then why are you messing with the machine? Only ergaleomancers can make clanks.

C

[bethebetterkid.livejournal.com]

[In said tree, Casimiro is sitting on one of the overhead branches, dropping pebbles on the poor kid beneath him. An attempt to get his attention, maybe.]

C

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure where the pebbles are coming from at first. He swats at his head a few times before looking all the way up and seeing that someone's been dropping things on him; he screws his face up a little, scrambling back and throwing his stick up into the branches.]

Cut it out!

[bethebetterkid.livejournal.com]

[He snickers, raising his arm as the stick is thrown at him. Good, now that he's got his attention he swings on the branch, hanging upside-down by his knees.]

What're you cryin' about, huh?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

I-I wasn't!

[And it's true, sort of. There aren't any tears coming out, despite the sniffling and the red eyes.]

[bethebetterkid.livejournal.com]

No? Heheh. Sure looks like you were.

C

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[On his way to work, via the park... and what does he see? A small, sad child. Does he help said child? Does he offer a consoling ear?]

... What is wrong with your intakes?

[Nope.]

C

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

What's...?

[It takes just a moment for the meaning to sink in, and when it does he claps his hands over his nose, scooting back up against the tree in a slight panic.]

N-nothing!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head, arching a brow.]

... You're leaking. Ew.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He tries frantically to clean his face up on his sleeve, pressed up against the tree trunk as though he can disappear behind it.]

I'm sorry!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

You should be. That's vile.

[No one ever said Sideswipe was a fan of children.]