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[fourteen]

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

I -- live with them.

[Following into the room. He's just going to let all the implications of that sentence say everything.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind if the room is a little messy, she, Luca and Spada have been working on getting it neat and tidy since they moved in. Never leave interior design to a bubbly blind girl.

But her mind is going crazy with interpreting that sentence.] ... No guardians?

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

What do you think?

[He didn't mean to sound a little grumpy, but admitting it was...hard, not to say the least he wasn't sure if he wanted to explain if he was pressed for more information. Back home it was kind of obvious if you were a slum kid, here? Not so much.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

I didn't have any guardians for a while... Only my brother and a friend. [He's free to ask if he wants, though it might take the right questions for her to admit that she was also a slum child.]

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't want to assume too much, since there's that whole "different worlds" thing, but that was already a flag for slum kid back home, or some level slightly above it. And he doesn't want to seem like he was prying too much.

But his brain just sort of home in for "a while", and his mouth ran faster than his brain could catch up to it this time.]

You got out?

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

Temporarily. Someone took us in, but then we were forced back into the streets...

[Though in her opinion, the streets were nowhere near as bad as the government facilities; she would take them over going back there any day.]

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[He's trying not to sound so...disheartened. Of course that sort of thing doesn't ever last long. He's pretty sure most of the fringe kids he knows were there because "security" was false. But for a moment, Marcell had been hopeful that it really was possible to get out in a way that didn't involve...well, dying.]

I, urm...it's been over a year. For me.

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

A year...? [Being pulled out of Luceti means that he doesn't have to deal with it anymore, but trading being with his friends for this...?]

... My first time was two years. Then another two or so years until my current father took me in...

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

[Actually, being here is making him feel guilty and there's this whole...distrust of fortune. All this free stuff feels so wrong, when you're used to having very little and having to share it with everyone.

He can't help but feel a little envious when he hears that, though.]

You're lucky.

[And as soon as he says that he covers his mouth because that was not what he meant to say shit.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

... I know I am. [More so that he realizes, probably, as she hands him one of the scarves that she sometimes uses to cover her own throat, for scars acquired when someone tried to behead her and killed her closest friend in the process.

She can't fault him for being a little envious.]

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

[He takes the scarf and wraps it around his neck, and...seems nervous. Not that he isn't always nervous. Being able to talk to someone about the unpleasant bits of him, however vaguely, feels both relieving and mildly threatening because there's someone who understands him without him having to say much.]

...Thanks.

[And not just for the scarf.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

[Kaori can't help sending him a smile, a sense of understanding about it. She... wanted to take care of him, make sure he was okay. Keep him nearby as he adjusted to Luceti with the rest of them.]

... Do you have a place to stay yet...?

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

Not yet. ...I've been looking around.

[Not difficult to guess that he fully planned on living alone.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

... I can find you somewhere to stay... [It may have been said softly, but there's definitely an air of 'don't even question it.']

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

-- You don't have to.

[Which is his way of protesting.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

But I will. [She'd rest a lot more easy if she knew you had a warm and safe place of your own to stay at.]

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

F-fine.

[Tsuuuun.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

Great! Is there anything else you need, Marcell? [Victory for her!]

[Action] Village.

[zapcollar.livejournal.com]

No, nothing else.

[Because asking for anymore didn't sit right with him.]

[Action] Village.

[preciousflowers.livejournal.com]

... Okay. You know where I stay now, so... if you ever need to speak with me, I'm either here or at the flower shop... Or just call me over the journals.