[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

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey! Hey! Don't cry! It'll be ok! You'll be home before you know it kiddo! [C-crying child. Comfort mode activate]

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Do you promise?

[The kid looks up, though he keeps the tissues over his nose so he's really just peeking out over his hands.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I promise. [Ken hands him more tissues.]

I'm Ken by the way. What's your name?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[The kid gives a wail and curls into a tight ball, starting to sob again into his hands.]

I'm sorry!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

All Spark! What's the matter with you!

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He squares his little shoulders, drawing himself up as much as he can.]

Well, I wasn't, okay?!

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

I don't know where I am or how I got here and you're being mean to me!

[The words are muffles a bit, but he's more than loud enough to be understood.]

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[More tissues are always good.]

I'm Saphir. I'm from Keterburg.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

If you want, I guess...

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[She climbs into the car and sits down next to him, watching what he does.]

What do you think it's for?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Transportation. It's on wheels. This probably directs it.

[The way he says it is very matter-of-fact, despite his stuffed-up voice.]

I don't know how to turn it on though.

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[Theta looks at everything in turn, then reaches for the radio.]

Maybe this...?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Mayfield. That is about the extent of my knowledge.

[He puts his hands on his hips.]

Would you stop shrieking?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

You stop! I wasn't doing anything and then you came and made fun of me!

[Sob sob sob. GJ Sideswipe.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Your intakes are leaking fluid. What was I supposed to say!

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

That isn't my fault!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Then clean yourself up.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Do you have tissues?

[He's hesitant to lift his face up so it can be seen at this point, but at least he isn't wailing any more.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Do I look like I have tissues?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Maybe... try it?

[He tries turning the steering wheel, but with the car locked in park it doesn't move much before being stopped.]

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Well I just thought I'd ask! What else am I supposed to do?

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[She pushes the buttons and spins the dials, but without the car turned on, it doesn't do anything. She frowns, then eyes the gearshift.]

Oh! We should try this one. Levers turn everything on!

[But she leaves it to him to do.]

[bethebetterkid.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[He crosses his arms over his chest and grins. Yes, still upside down.]

Liar.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Find one yourself?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hi Saphir, it's very nice to meet you. [Ken pats him on the head gently] What's Keterburg like?