CXLVIII.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[somehow, this opens up on a conversation between Zelman and the white-haired, red-eyed kid with no name.]

Not at all?

Nuh-uh. You're not scary.

Oh? But I'm a monster, you said so yourself.

You're not scary!

What if I grind up your bones and drink all your blood.

[but it's said seriously. calmly, coldly, a little threatening. the child sounds unsure.]

Nuh-uh, you won't eat me.

Ha, that's what you think. I'll gobble you up for dinner if you keep being bad.

Nuh-uh, no you won't. You won't--!

[the kid shrieks and runs off in a sudden clatter of noise. furniture's shoved around, Zelman laughs, and the child lets out another loud shriek before he...

...starts giggling. flailing around. trying very hard to get Zelman to stop tickling him.]

I told you I'd get you.

[that kid puts up a valiant struggle, but just keeps laughing. Zelman eventually lets the kid go so that he can roll off and onto his little feet again, still in stitches.]

Chase me again, chase me again!

I'll get you again! Get over here--

No way!

[and they do it again. and again. they're making a right mess of the lobby, but hey.]


[ooc: oh god please feel free to run into them wrestling somewhere in the lobby. this may never happen again in anyone's lifetime. :|b over the journal is welcome too.]

Comments

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[Seth and her son were trying to go through the lobby. Unfortunately the wrestling stops them both. So they stand aside, watching.]

You boys sure look like you are having fun.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[they both freeze and look over. caught looking like a loving parent, how do you counter something like this?]

Sure.

[his kid scrambles away to hide behind Zelman, clutching onto his shirt. he just stares at the other boy, since he hasn't met... many other kids, yet.]

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[there is no counter. only a grin that is clearly showing that she is laughing on the inside.]

Can I assume it's safe to pass through here, or should I go standing to the side so not to get caught in the middle of your playing?

[he takes a step closer...because shy awkward other kid is interesting.]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he stands up, fixes his hat, and shoves a couch out of the way with his foot (sending it sliding much farther than it should have--super-strength is awesome). dignity almost gathered.]

I wouldn't want to keep you on our accord.

[the kid mans up and steps out from behind Zelman, still clinging onto his shirt with one hand.]

[and after a questioning look up at Zelman]

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[glances at the couch then sighs. oh boys.] With you two rough-housing all over the place I'm sure I can't be the only person stuck.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he looks around at the mess]

I suppose it is is a bit of a maze around here.

[but the ghosts are already on it, slowly dragging things back to where they belong. the kid thinks for a moment before answering the question.]

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

A moving maze like the one you had going could go about claiming victims before you know it.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Hey, maybe a few of them would appreciate the obstacle course.

[the child shakes his head insistently]

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. I'm sure a great number of people here would love and appreciate the obstacle course exercise.

[now he has to point at the other boy]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[Zelman puts a hand on his son's head, which apparently means "knock that off". The kid gets quiet and frowns, but Zelman continues.]

So really, it's a public service.

Have we met? I don't recall running into you before.

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[her son seems to understand and nods.]

I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I would remember someone like you.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[Zelman chuckles.]

Zelman Clock. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[he holds his hand out for a handshake. :>]