[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

[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]

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

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Find one yourself?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He pulls his sleeves up over his hands, using the heels of his hands to clean his face up as well as he can.]

You don't have to be mean...

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Who's being mean? It's not my fault you're filthy.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[The statement makes him shrink down into himself, hiding his face and not saying anything else. He doesn't mean to be disgusting, but this person doesn't want to listen, so maybe if he's a smaller target he'll go away. It's all he can do not to start sobbing again.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He watches this with a disapproving expression, before he sighs, exasperated.]

What home did they assign you to?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He peeks out with one eye, staying curled up in a tight ball. When he speaks, it's muffled.]

...I don't remember where it is. There's a big round machine out front.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... So go ask around until you find it.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[TEARS]

C-can't you take me? It's really big and has a saw and a gun! I don't know where else to go! I just want to go home...

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Wait, you mean Dist's house?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I didn't know anyone there.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Did you see Dist anywhere? Scrawny? Sort of screechy? Wears makeup?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, uncurling just a little bit.]

Just a smiling woman. She was creepy.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Where could he have..?

[Sideswipe shrugs.] You coming?

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[He sniffles and nods, making sure to wipe his face clean before standing up, somewhat unsteadily. He's a skinny kid, pale, face red from crying pretty much all day. He approaches Sideswipe cautiously, not really trusting, even though he's agreed to go with him.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Sideswipe doesn't bother looking back. He just starts off for Dist's house.]

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Hey! Wait!

[RUNS AFTER D:]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He actually slows down a little - honestly, he didn't think he was walking that fast.]

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's also used to being left behind. He actually smiles a little when he comes up next to Sideswipe, slowing up to match his speed.]

...Thanks.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

If you got lost, I'd have to look for you, and that'd be a pain in my aft.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Why would it have to be you?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Because I'm the only one here.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[Well, that makes sense. He follows in silence for a bit.]

...Is Dist your friend?