trouble from the start

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[ There was a black-haired little girl walking down the hallway wearing a pale pink dress, a pair of black Mary Janes and a sour look, slightly pouted although she didn't mean it. Obviously she wasn't happy about something, opening every door she passed by. It seemed as if she were looking for something, some place, or someone. ]





[ ooc; I've been wanting to do this for a while. Someone became young again, retaining her memories of the DR. It'll only last for 24-hours ICly. ]

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[ Once she's done, she goes out wearing a baggy, long-sleeved shirt (http://www.wholesale-dress.net/images/201001/1263994924.jpg) and blue pants that would smell ever so familiar. Too bad she didn't have a sensitive nose. ]

What do you think?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Oh... that makes his nose twitch. Since he hadn't stolen it (to his knowledge) getting worked up about it seems less than intelligent. Perhaps a soft spot for little girls raises his tolerance a little or perhaps it's just a little mental-substitution-fu at work.]

It's fine.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

'Kay.

[ She heads to walk, but wait!! ] You're tall now. Can you give me a piggyback ride?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

...
[Contemplates. Given his fail with that box before he probably can't but right now he's a pushover, so he'll try anyway.]

Sure, [crouches down] climb on.

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[ Score! Immediately climbs on, we hope he doesn't stumble after the first step. ]

Let's go! Give me a tour.

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[It'll take him a few tries to actually stand and find a position where he can actually carry the weight but apparently he's managing. His back will be verily fucked after this but bah]

Which way first?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

West. [ Wraps her arms around his neck -- ]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[... He's just going to go left because he has no clue due to lack of sun or compass to orientate navigation.]

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[ She'll be testing to see if he'll go on walking while giving him ear scritches with one hand -- ]

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[He stumbles but stays standing, she can probably feel the shiver of muscles as he properly braces himself so he doesn't just relax completely or fall over because she's doing that.]

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[ That felt so nice, didn't it, Kitty? She looked concerned. ]

I thought animals liked that?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well, it'd be a little bit of contortion beyond what's physically possible for most for him to check.]

...It is nice, but it makes it difficult to keep carrying you.

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I can do it later then.

[ So, for now, she'll bury her face in Even's hair whole holding on. She'll peek every now and then. ]

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That would be for the best.

[/Leisurely if not somewhat circular stroll.]

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[ She'd pull a Ratatouille, but maybe later. For now, she points to the door on the right. It's actually familiar to her, but! ]

What's in there?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Though hair pulling would more likely turn him on rather than direct him eh, he's not really sure of it, but what the hell, hopefully it's not one of those dangerous rooms though the smells aren't very apparently threatening seeming in his opinion.]

Let's find out.

[/door open]

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[ Even a better reason to pull his hair eventually Once they were in? Braig looked intrigued, because it was an artillery room. So many guns racked up in stacks, so many pistols of different kinds --

It was wonderful. She tugs his hair, suggesting to get closer because she wants to touch one. c: ]

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[So many triggers so little time to screw with them all Shiver and... oh fine, why not? there is none of that hoity toity self preservation business here.]

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[ She grabs a pistol, thank god there's no bullets and it isn't cocked. Maybe the DR decided to be nice to little girls.

As much as she knows how, she still had to play the part. So, all she does is cock it and -- ah, accidentally drop it. It hits the floor, and then BANG. ]

Whoops.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[It makes him jerk and loosen his grip, but being no where near as loud as had the weapon actually discharged he doesn't completely drop her.]

Careful.

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[ She holds on tighter when she felt like she was about to fall -- thank god she didn't.

She does end up giggling. DEMENTED CHILD She can't help if she thought it was a bit funny, especially noting his ears and tail. ]

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[Given most children that age are basically sociopaths this is in no way surprising. Though it'd probably be ten times more amusing had he been a cat without the natural bottle brush. Anyway, leaving this room now and noting it for later... just in case, y'know.]

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[ Oh, Kitty. You are hilarious, did you know. Since they're leaving, she moves to dip her head inbetween his neck and shoulder so she can rest it and clearly not bother him about it when she rubs her face against it. It's quite comfortable, thank you. ]

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[Again with the shivers, though she may notice he's starting to feel warmer than he was, though that may be from the work out he's getting carrying her.]

Where to next?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Somewhere fun!

You know fun places, right? [ She sounded curious, but she says that right beside his ear -- ]