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[unconscious on the floor. hi there.]

[ooc: OH HAY IT'S SILVER. SOMEONE STOP ME.]

[was brooding about the kitchen again, getting himself a glass of juice. not even paying attention to anything and he nearly trips over a certain someone. steadying himself he opened his mouth to make some sort of smart-ass retort when--]

...!

Silver!

[panic mode is go, not too sure what to do, so he threw his juice on his face. (that should work, right?) and nudges him with his boot]

C-Come on, wake up!

[juice in the face= a surefire way to wake anyone up. coughing and spluttering now, and opening his...eye slowly]

... Jimbo?

[sdhsfjdsd... ! he was so happy he could burst. he never thought he'd see him again, especially not since he ended up in this place]

You- you're here!

[now, young Jim Hawkins did not hug. no touchy. but... this was different, and Silver was not a touchy feely robot. and he missed him so much (more than he'd ever care to admit, and he would never admit that he thought he was more of a dad than his own one)

so, as any overwhelmed and happy teenager is want to do... he collapsed to his knees next to the man and hugged him as tight as he could]

[aw, here, Jim, have an awkward hug back. he missed you too.]

...Where exactly is 'here,' lad?

[pulling away he hesitated, he wasn't too sure himself. rubs the back of his neck]

Uh... A dressing room?

[hands in pockets he shrugged his shoulders]

Something about a place between dimensions and worlds. There's a lot of weird people here. Even clones and doubles.

I mean, you can't walk ten steps without running into this blond kid.

[vague gesture over his shoulder at a random Roxas- well hey, it's true]

[sits up, rubbing his head]

A dressing room? At least it's not explodin', eh?

Well... uh, not at the moment.

[sheepish smile]

Though I almost made a wall explode when I got here.

[...]

Can't say I'm surprised by tha'.

Well, hardly my fault. It's hard to maneuver a windsurfer in this place.

[rubs the back of his neck]

Are... you okay?

[Smooths her shirt, wrinkling her nose ever so]

Ah. Mister Silver. It looks like young Mister Hawkins has done a fitting job in waking you.

[Inspecting him now]

Though might I suggest escorting yourself to the nearest facilities?

[unashamedly pinches his cheek]

Juice. Sticky stuff.

[ooc: omg Silver. ♥]

[ooc: I lack self-restraint, what else is new.]

'lo there, Cap'n.

[unamused look at the cheek-pinching] I'd love to- if I knew where they were.

[ping! concerned Olette is concerned! ... and a little intimidated]

Uhm... are you okay?

[sits up, rubbing his head]

I'm fine, but thanks for yer concern, lass.

[eases into a smile, intimidation replaced by awe]

Are you sure? I could get you some water if you'd like.

[hand on his shoulder, trying not to stare at the mechanical parts]

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