badfic_manor | [Accidental Audio/In Person] *-My childhood, diluted-*

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[Accidental Audio/In Person] -My childhood, diluted-

[Over the feed, there's the sound of a door being shut as carefully as a currently slightly panicky eight year old can; he's trying to be quiet, really he is!]

[It's still audible, especially with a very small whine when the manor creaks and a noticeable jump.]

[He's practically whispering to himself in a continuation of the whine; he's ... pretty upset.]

Tousan's gonna kill mee ...

Not even my fault this time...

[For those in the hallway where his room is? There's currently a little amber-eyed blonde eight year old flattened against the wall, slinking down the hall and being ... incredibly jumpy and obviously a little terrified. He's actually dressed slightly normally for his age, if a bit bundled up in a slightly too-big jacket.]

[OOC: He's been reverted to eight years old, and ... well, it's just before he got sent to London. I'm also so not going to go hunting icons for him as a bitty. ._.; ]

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[Yeeaah he can probably manage to keep up.]

[Granted, the kid's surprisingly fast - it's a bit of a "lookit those little legs go!" - but he's also uh, well.]

[Ducking into the storage room to find a hiding place!]

[This may not work so well.]

[Apollo is chasing, and frowning a little as he looks around.] ...I bet it's the hair, isn't it? Everyone keeps saying things about it. I didn't think I was that scary, but I guess I must be if I scare nearly everyone younger than me that I run into... like Machi and Vera...

[Siiigh. He's going to just flop down in front of the door and wait. At least this way he's between the kid and harm's way? He's sort of scared Saguru will run into someone strange ~~other than him~~.]

[you might be waiting for a while. He's hiding in a storage-box that was less full.]

[He's patient. Except for the part where he's going to eventually doze off, since it's quiet and sort of cool here, and he probably didn't sleep much last night, either.]

[He'll come out of the box after it's quiet enough for long enough.]

[The window's too high up to jump out and he hasn't learned how to climb yet, orz.]

[So he's going to test the door and pull it open...]

[Or well, try the door handle and have the door unceremoniously pushed open by the weight of the sleeping attorney on the other side.]

[There is a great deal of D: D: D:]

[kljhsdaflkjhdsf flailflailflail--]

[...and then his mind catches up. Oh god, pointing and everything. How embarrassing.]

Uh--heh--heh-- um... hi?

[D:]

[There is a stifled "EEEEK!" and he's gone scrambling under a table and wedged himself in between boxes; he's visible, but will be a pain in the ASS to reach.]

[He does not look convinced by your greeting.]

[In fact, he looks kinda terrified still.]

...[Face in hands for a moment, fml.] ...I... uh... at least talk to me, jeez. [He's just going to lay there for a minute. orz.] I- are your parents around here anywhere? Or a brother or a sister or something?

[...Well, he's a little less panicked and more confused.]

[If this is a trick, you're doing ... well, kind of mediocre.]

[He looks suspicious for a second, and then he's wide-eyed innocent and terrified.] I- I don't know...[small sniffle.] I w-was at home and then I was h-here...

....Same as me, then. [Flat look.] You're acting. You're scared of me for some reason, and I don't really think it's my hair.

[....]

[Have a still slightly terrified but prickly-grumpy small terrier who knows you can't reach him right now.]

So you were "kidnapped" too? [He ...is more sarcastic than anyone that age has a right to understand. No, he doesn't believe you.]

Yeah, this place is... weird. I've only been here a couple days. [He's not even getting up to sit back up. He will if someone ELSE shows up, but.]

[......]

[Nope, not buying it yet.]

Where is this? [No, he doesn't expect to believe the answer.]

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I wouldn't believe me if I told me, and I have this to tell me when people are telling me false or hiding something! [Apollo holds up his braceleted wrist.]

[......................................................]

[Seriously? That's the best you can come up with?]

So who kidnapped us?

[Yes Apollo. You are being slightly interrogated by a disbelieving eight year old.]

[He's ignoring it for the most part.]

This is another "you won't believe me", but... the person who told me about this place says it's someone called "the Author".

[............................................]

[Related to Onibaba or the Tooth Fairy at all? He's eight, not stupid.]

[Either that, or somebody's got a really stupid alias/code-name. *this coming frm the kid who will one day be terrified of people named after booze.*]

Then why're we here?

I have no idea. I was supposed to be in court a day ago. [Apollo is making this face. D: orz my poor client I wonder if they're okay.]

[.......................................]

[Okay, he's good at picking up details, but you're a little hard to figure right now - if you're implying you're part of the court? Not that it'd make you less suspicious, somebody in the court can still be up to no good - ]

[When all else fails, sarcasm/snark.] Why, are you a criminal? [Which may be partly a baiting attempt, and partly an accusation.]

[jkdhsfkljsdf what.]

No, I'm a defense attorney. It's probably not the same where you're from, but see the little badge on my shirt? [He always wears it. Shut up.] It means I'm a defense attorney, back home.

........ Was it a big case? [ >_______> ]

[You're not going to like where his mind is going.]

Not as big as my last one, why? Anyway, Mr. Wright can probably find someone to cover it for me, I hope. [orz]

[ >______________________________________________> ] Are there police testifying?

I... have no idea. That's actually up to the prosecutors. [~~Unless someone decides to stick-rattle the legal system back home AGAIN.~~]

[........................You are getting looked at like you just started speaking gibberish.]

Huh?

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.....I'm so sorry.

Re: .....I'm so sorry.

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