![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
- undertale: chara dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ camp camp: max,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: komaeda nagito,
- ✖ marble hornets: brian thomas,
- ✖ marvel 616: wade wilson,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ original: kyouko kougami,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ persona 5: akira kurusu,
- ✖ persona 5: goro akechi,
- ✖ soul eater: maka albarn
[ LET'S PLAY A GAME ] ; i'm just such a happy mess
_______
|/ |
|
|
|
|
|
____|____
[That's it. That, and...a number of blank lines for people to guess letters. If they're interested in playing, that is. He apparently hasn't seen fit to explain the game, but if you stay tuned, you might catch the general gist of it.]
|/ |
|
|
|
|
|
____|____
[That's it. That, and...a number of blank lines for people to guess letters. If they're interested in playing, that is. He apparently hasn't seen fit to explain the game, but if you stay tuned, you might catch the general gist of it.]
[[ooc: guessable words are in the comments. Please feel free to threadjack/make new words at your leisure!]]
no subject
[It's simple logic. Simple and coherent and, for some reason, he doesn't feel much like questioning it. It doesn't occur to him that he should. He accepts one of the tins, turning it over and over in his hands. He doesn't have a means of opening it, short of bashing it open on a rock.]
[Somehow, admitting that to the child's face feels like it might be a failure. He digs into his pocket before extricating a razor. It was among his things when he awoke, though why - why, he can't say. He's never needed to shave a day in his life, and probably never will.]
[It's useful for other things. Like levering the top off the tin and setting it down for the cat's benefit.]
Doesn't make a lot of noise, does he?
no subject
The noise comes when the cat shoves his face into the newly opened tin of food, purring away at the rare treat. These tins are typically saved as a last resort, as she finds it easier to throw fish his way or share the meals offered to her by others. This boy will surely be in her cat's good graces now.]
That's because he's a good boy.
[Ren gives him a little paw boop with her finger. This island is safer than her world in some ways and far more dangerous in others. A quiet cat is easier to protect.]
He purrs like this when he's happy and says 'nya' so you'll look at him.
[And not that her good boy will do this, but cat lesson 101 might as well continue to the very end.]
Sometimes they-[She ruffles his fur a little, making it stand up.]-puff like this because they're mad. If they growl, you have to stay back until they like you again.
no subject
You have to?
[Color him skeptical. He doesn't have to do anything. Especially if it's a cat that wants him to do it.]
no subject
If you don't, they'll get mad and scratch you. That's what they do when they're scared.
no subject
[Maybe not literally. Not always literally. He certainly never did literally, but he did manage it in the decidedly metaphorical sense, which is where all those sorts of hits should land. Absolutely the kind of thing children talk about with other children.]
no subject
But she's a girl that takes things literally and her mind wanders to instances where people have scratched each other in anger. As far as she knows, that hasn't happened yet.]
People don't have paws. They can't do that.
[She looks at her nails, for a moment, and holds up her hand-]
These aren't sharp.
no subject
[He grins, with teeth that are neither threatening nor pointy, and makes a stupid little fake-growl sound to accentuate his point. Immediately, he regrets it. Way to damage his too cool, standoffish persona.]
[Then again, he's petting a cat. He's talking to a little girl and petting a cat.]
[God he hopes no one else is watching this.]
no subject
I can do that kind of thing too.
[People don't fight that way, she's sure, but now she's having fun. The entire point of the conversation flying over her head and landing in another world. Time to play a game.]
Can you make other noises?
no subject
[Now what's she playing at? Gabe's eyes narrow slightly as he stares at her, simultaneously expecting some kind of play while not actually knowing what to expect beyond that. She's just a kid. But then, so's he. Age isn't as big a factor as people seem to think it is, when it comes to innocence.]
...why?
no subject
[Growing up around the other kids gave her the opportunity to play with them, but she doesn't remember any games they were able to enjoy together. Their shared illness crept up and killed most of them early on.]
It's a fun game.
no subject
[What's the harm, anyway?]
...fine. Why not?
What's the game?
no subject
Even though the game she made up in the last ten seconds might do that.]
You make a noise and-
[She pauses, trying to figure out the rules to this fake game.]
You guess the animal. That's the game.
no subject
That’s it?
[Surely there has to be more?]
no subject
[And then there's another pause because, well, games have-]
And you get points.
[How many?? What for?? What happens if you win?? All questions she's not going to answer because it's dependent on her childish whims. Sorry, Gabe. This is what happens when you have a terrible girl instead of a rule book to guide a game.]
Do you want to make a noise first?
no subject
Yeah. Sure.
[He considers which noise would be best for a long moment, then - ]
[...blows an outrageously loud raspberry.]
no subject
A chicken!
[That's a weird animal??? It could be the answer?? She doesn't know!! It's fine.]
no subject
[He means for it to emerge as sharply condescending. But the answer is so unexpected and Ren's answer so enthusiastic that a grin bursts out of him regardless.]
Chickens cluck. Have you - do not know what chickens are?
no subject
They're birds?
[It takes her a second to recall and her tone makes it sound like a question more than anything. They have wings. They're on farms. They lay eggs, if she's remembering her weird animals right, it's definitely a bird.
Yeah.
And since that sound wasn't a chicken. Or a cat. Or a dog. Or a horse. Or a cow. Maybe-]
Was that a bear?
[Gabe is gonna end up with a million points at this rate. Amazing.]
no subject
[This is a terrible power for a boy like him to have.]
You’ve never seen a bear either, huh?
no subject
I've seen a bear. They were in a book. They like porridge-that's what they eat.
[Incredible.]
What animal makes that noise?
no subject
[He also realizes that he may have fucked up, a teensy bit, as he wasn’t expecting her to give up and then ask for the answer instead. He hadn’t thought to prepare an answer beforehand, and admitting that it was a ploy would ruin the whole point.]
[So he says the first thing that comes to mind.]
A - heffalump. [...yes.]
no subject
Finding out about new animals and creatures-that's exciting. It beats any dirty picture book she used to find laying on the ground and she's ready to get the full rundown on this mystery animal.]
Is it scary? Can you draw it?
no subject
Real scary, [ he confides sagely.] Eats little kids for breakfast. Has these big tusks, like giant teeth, so it can rip you limb from limb.
no subject
Are heffalumps here?
no subject
[Stop him. For the love of god, someone stop him before he irrevocably traumatizes this well-intentioned child. He keeps talking like he's some kind of commended expert on the subject, and enjoying every awful second of it.]
You can't really hear them coming, see. That's the noise they make when they grab you. Bam! [He claps his hands together loudly, and grins.] Like that.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)