little stars going out

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[there's a child, no more than ten, standing with his back to the wall. he's dressed in a plain white shirt and shorts, looking rather like he stepped out of a hospital or, perhaps, a laboratory. he's not making a sound, and his face is more or less blank, save for just a hint of something like curiosity.]


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[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Hey there, buddy.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[starts slightly at being spoken to, gaze drifting upward slowly. he doesn't say a word, and his expression doesn't change.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

New here?

[friendly smile.]

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[looks around, just as slowly, then back to Demyx without a word.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[hm. no talking so far...Demyx isn't sure how to deal with this one.]

Are you alright?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[-that's like "are you functioning", right? nods sharply.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

What's your name?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[blinks, not understanding the question.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

...please talk to me?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

You are not my creator.

[the words are said a bit slowly, like all his movements have been, and are barely above a whisper.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[blinks, scratching the back of his head.]

...I'm Demyx.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

De-myx.

[tests the name out, nodding slightly. a new word, a name other than 'creator', to add to his vocabulary.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[thinks this is some kind of robot.]

Your creator isn't here.

[doesn't know how to explain to this child.]

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[again, doesn't understand. creator is always there, except when he's put to sleep.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

You're not at the place you were. Um. You were brought here, but your creator wasn't. I think.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head to the side, expression tinged ever so slightly with worry.]

I have been stolen?

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

...

...In a way, yes. I've been stolen from my home too.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[small frown, lips just barely turning downwards.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

This place is full of stolen people. I'm afraid you can't go home.

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't understand, frowning slightly deeper.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Right. Do you want something to eat?

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head again, frown vanishing.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[...waiting for an actual response, sigh.]

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

...eat?

[he's still a little slow, and used to more clinical questions.]

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

Do you know what it means?