lost again, little boy?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Here's a young man that might look familiar to some, wandering the halls with a pensive expression on his face. As he makes his way along ever so slowly he casts a wary glance to his left, and then to his right, repeating this process every so often.

Passing by an open door he peers into a room, starts, and glaps a gloved hand over his face (that's turning scarlet with record timing), hurrying away. He's not sure what those people were just doing and he...doesn't think he wants to know.

So it's back to shuffling along quietly. He rubs a hand over a scarlet brand on the back of his neck that just peeks out over his clothing, huffing out a quiet sigh]

What sort of place is this..?


[ooc: Say hello to your own little bit of ancient history. Keir here's from the days of conflict leading to the Keyblade War. Bit of background's in his userinfo and fellow precanoners are always awesome, just sayin'.

P.S. feel free to be that naughty couple accidentally peeped on]

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[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

That is true...

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[Just smiles a little while she guides them to the kitchens] And here we are.

[Will head on over to the fridge to rummage a bit. Eventually, she sticks her head around the door along with a whole roasted chicken]

How long do you think this has been in there for?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Keir shuffles closer, giving the bird a speculative glance]

Since it isn't dried out...maybe a day or two?

[driftic.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. [Lights up at this, awww yeah chicken.] It'll make wonderful sandwiches.

... You do like, chicken, yes? Or are you more of a turkey man? Or does ham fit your tastes better?

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

I...don't know, actually.

1/idk

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[blinks]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[this stare]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[forever]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[LEANS IN... peers into his face....]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

... You really aren't joking.

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know whether she finds this hilarious or really depressing.]

DONE orz

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[But okay, time to remedy this. She holds up a finger] One moment, please.

[And then turns back to the fridge and starts rummaging around for some turkey and ham. B|]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[blinks and ah...waits]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[Comes back with a sample plate of all three meats, armed with a fork.]

All right. Open your mouth. [DETERMINED FACE ON.]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[...awkward]

Pardon?

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[With a straight face:]

Your mouth, Keir. Open it.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

I-I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself.

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[........... :<]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[...what's that look for?]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[Fine. Holds the fork out towards him then. :<]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Takes fork and...noms food quietly]

[driftic.livejournal.com]

[watches intently.....]

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

[Waits a few moments before asking...]

What was it?

[driftic.livejournal.com]

The one on the left was ham, the middle was turkey, and the far right was chicken.

[guiltybreak.livejournal.com]

...So that was all of them together?

[That explains a few things]