[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

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.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

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

Well, I wasn't, okay?!

[bethebetterkid.livejournal.com]

Fine.

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

Liar.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

(WOW I SUCK AT KEEPING UP WITH THINGS)

I'm not a liar! I was crying before but I wasn't when you saw me!

[Totally different!]