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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Even's cleaned himself up a bit from how he was when he arrived, though still frighteningly thin and appearing exhausted, he doesn't look quite as much like a drug addict emaciated while wearing a buttoned, long sleeved shirt. He's hanging around one of the busier areas, stopping anyone who will and asking:]

Have you seen a little boy? Short, black hair? About seventwelve years old?

[presenting whoever stopped with a photo a kid with black fox ears and tail]

[ooc:Violence is not unexpected.]

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[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[There's a Lexaeus wandering by. The picture may be familiar but you certainly won't hear it from him.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[reaches for your shoulder] You have seen him, haven't you?

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Politely redirects your hand away from his shoulder. Plz to keep that somewhere else, thanks.]

No. I haven't.

[A lie, but only he knows it.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

I can smell him.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

Good for you.

[we are unimpressed. forever.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

You've seen him.
Please, I just need to talk to him.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[looks down at you with what can only be described as a look of disdain]

I doubt he'd think it necessary nor do I think he would welcome it.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[winces, flattening his ears]
There were things I should have told him now rather than the years later that I did.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

If it is something of desperately critical importance, I would be willing to pass a message along.

[He will also be willing to 'forget' it if it seems appropriate to do so.]

[fromshadow]

[just passing by slowly, glancing briefly in Even's direction and stiffening before attempting to continue on.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

hmm? What's wrong?

[fromshadow]

Nothing.

[that is obviously a lie, but he's not stopping.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well you've caught his attention now, like it or not; he's following.]

[fromshadow]

[great. he's just going to the kitchen for a drink. it should be pretty easy to keep up with him, since he's still kind of sore.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Not that it'd be too hard to find you again if he did get left behind.]
You were lying... You know something don't you?

[fromshadow]

So what if I do?

[not bothering to look back as he enters the kitchen.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Please, I just need to see him.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he barely glances at the photo, shrugging. he's quite busy staring into space, thank you very much.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[frowns a little]
Thank you anyway.
[starts to move to catch someone else]

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[wait for it. it just takes a while for his mind to process the photo.]

What did you ask me?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[hesitates]
I was asking if you had seen this boy.

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

[he takes a startled step back because now everything connects in his mind.]

You're the doctor.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

what?

[tatteredreplica.livejournal.com]

Even.

[but maybe he misunderstood...]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

That is my name.
[confuddled]