[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]

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.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

Because I like them. I like learning about them. [He sits on his knees in the driver's seat and puts his hands against the wheel, jumping a bit when the horn bleats.]

[lined-circle.livejournal.com]

[She jumps as well, but then she creeps forward, trying to climb into the car, too.]

...Can I watch?

[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...?

[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.]

[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.]