what is love, baby don't hurt me--

[fourteen]

[ hey DR, sup. Have a Xion wandering around with big floppy white bunny ears and little white wings (and a bunny tail, if you happen to see her from behind). She looks kind of cagey -- she keeps glancing around all cautious-like, as if she's trying to avoid someone.

she finally comes to a common area that seems safe enough, and relaxes a little. taking a breath, she starts looking around, one of her ears flopping into her face as she does so.

basically, this Xion is looking for Rikus. hopefully Rikus she knows. she'll stop you if she thinks she recognizes you, and give you big, confused eyes. ]


(ooc; she's avoiding any and all Roxae. feel free to ninja her regardless, but she might spook. |D)

Comments

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[looks up, abruptly cutting off his next word when he sees it's a kid]

Got a splinter.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

... a what?

[ worried now! ]

Do you need any help?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[holds out his hand for her to see the somewhat large splinter right in the middle of his palm, his voice gruff from how much it actually hurts. it's bleeding a little from his efforts, but the end has also wedged under his skin]

A long, sharp bit of wood wedged in and I can't get it out.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That looks like it hurts ... would a Cure work?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Not without getting the splinter out first. I'm crap at those on myself, anyway.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

Hm. Maybe I could try?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

If you want. You've probably got better nails for it.

[it's in his dominant hand, or he'd be looking for tweezers or something]

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

[ --right here, right now? Xion frowns thoughtfully, then tugs the glove off of her right hand and stuffs it in her pocket. she takes his hand in both of hers and looks at it carefully before delicately picking at the splinter. it's not so easy, and it takes her a few tries to ease it out -- but she gets it, eventually. ]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[lets out the breath he'd been holding in to keep from swearing profusely or whining like a big baby, and flexes his hand gingerly]

...thanks.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

[ she just lets the splinter drop to the floor and tugs her glove back on. ]

No problem. How'd you get that, anyway?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

I was sanding down the wood of the playground I finished putting together today.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

Playground? I don't think I've ever heard of one before.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

It's a place for kids to have fun. Maybe you'd like to help paint it sometime. It's pretty big, so I could use all the help I can get.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

[ a chance to do something besides dwell on her thoughts? she's so in. ]

Sure. I guess there really is a room for everything here, huh?

[ she pauses for a moment, thinking. no one's explained the concept of children or growing up to her, yet. ]

Kids ... are those the little short ones? [ she places her hand at roughly hip height and looks at him curiously. ]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[stares a bit]

... Yeah. You don't know what kids are?

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

... no. [ she sighs, pressing a hand to her cheek ] There's so much I don't know. It gets really frustrating.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

They're... like plants that grow, only they're people. We start out new and grow over time. What's got you so frustrated?

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

Oh ... I guess that explains it. And it's just -- that everyone has to explain things to me. A little Roxas had to tell me what a mommy was, and I'm still not sure about that. I just wish I knew more, so I wouldn't have to keep bothering everyone I talk to for explanations.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

It's probably not as bothersome as you think it is for other people, and the best way to learn is by asking questions.

[poppetry.livejournal.com]

... I hope not. And I want to learn, I just ... wish there was a way I could do it on my own.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Well, there's always the library. It's around here somewhere, but it's been fifteen years since I've thought to look for it.