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badfic_manor2010-11-29 02:00 am
stalking_horse) wrote in badfic_manor2010-11-29 02:00 am
[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. ._.; ]
[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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[I'm sorry. His train of thought has many tracks, and it hasn't learned how to switch between them very smoothly yet. It's more like a grasshopper on meth.]
[Blink. It may be easy to tell there's a question on his mind that he's considering.]
[However, he's going with an alternate one. At least the grasshopper isn't dropping the first one!]
Do you think they took you because of Shinichi-niichan?
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[Well, if they know who he is, they know who he is.]
[But he's still very much mumbling his name.]
Hakuba Saguru.
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Hey, you hungry at all? I can't cook anything that's not instant-but there's plenty of stuff to choose from.
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[Well, sure it might be drugged or poisoned, but it's either that or starve, right?]
...mnnn...Kinda.
[And uh, there might be wheels turning again.]