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[There's a young boy padding around in grey pyjamas with a blanket over his shoulders in a strangely extravagant looking living room seemingly belonging to some old looking mansion, checking under and behind whatever furniture and cushions he comes across. As he's searching he's calling for someone (or something) named 'Jack'.
With blond with shoulder length hair and fox ears he's hardly unrecognisable, the problem however being he can't possibly be more than 5 or 6 years old right now.]

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[you look familiar and not in a good way]

[fortunately or un, you don't look familiar to him. He dives behind the couch he was looking under.]

[ducks back behind the doorway when you move, though a moment later he's peeking back, eyes wide]

[don't expect to see more than his ears poking out from behind the couch]

[looks down when he steps on something in the hall, picking up a blue plush toy that looks like it's seen better days and looking at it curiously]

[cautiously peeking over the edge of the couch... he wants the stuffed dog but you are clearly big and scary and not one of the house staff]

[well if you aren't speaking up he's going to claim it for himself and give it a home- and what are you talking about with the big and scary, he's only four and probably shorter than you :|]

[/never seen another kid in his life, nor seen people who aren't house staff or his parents making a cameo appearance]
give 'im back.
[he might sound a bit odd since well, he really doesn't get much practice at this talking dealie]

[looks up and hugs the plush closer, jaw sticking out stubbornly]

I found it, finders keepers!

But he's mine! an' you're in my house!

How come he was out here with me then? An' I'm not in your house, 'm in the hallway.

Hallway's part of the house.
Give him back.
[the funny pronunciations apparently get a whole lot worse as he's getting aggravated and somewhat whining]

Nuh uh, everyone says this is a dressin' room an' if he was out here that means nobody wanted him. So I'm gonna keep him!

[screw being scared, you're trying to take his stuff, chaaaaaaaaarge]

[jfdkska runs, taking off down the hall and around a corner]

[chasing, he's dropped his blanket so he can run more easily]

[ducks around people as he runs, heading in a roundabout way to Chichi's room]

[all these people here is kinda scaring him- but the possessive rich brat he's been raised as has him focused on you. Once he gets close enough he's going to tackle.]

[darts through the open doorway but hits the floor when you tackle, suddenly all knees and elbows because he doesn't want someone who looks like you to be near him, let alone on top of him]

[He'll just be trying to wrestle the toy off you making odd sort of barking noises at you]

[hey what nearly falls out of his chair at the shout, heading over to them immediately and pulling Even off by the back of his shirt.]

[gives a shriek in protest at being pulled away, losing his grip on the toy.]

[grabs the toy and scrambles away, holding it protectively as he glares at Even]

No touching!

[keeps hold of Even, but looks over at Riku and sighs.]

Give the toy back to him, Riku. It's his.

[struggling]
Yeah, give 'im back! You'll make him smell funny!