CXLVIII.

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[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.]

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[Deep breath. Quiet. Renzo looks from her to Zelman, from her to Zelman, sensing Rin's tension and stilling a bit.]

Is what I have to say on the matter even going to make a difference at all?

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Of course it will. There are children present.

[he means it, but she'd never be able to tell.]

1/2

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[indeed she can't tell. hitches renzo a little higher against her side, anyway.]

I'm shocked.

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Feeling better now?

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Much better, thank you.

[the kid looks up at Renzo... and smiles a little at his ears. they're silly.]

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Did you get what you wanted? Are you done? [she means, for keeps. Renzo glances down at the other child. He sure has a serious face, for someone with such ridiculous ears.]

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For now. Who knows what the future holds?

[child staring contest, get. Zelman looks between the both of them.]

But it'd be in awfully poor taste to pull the same trick twice.

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"Taste". I suppose if that's what's driving your decisions, it might be.

[she smooths her hand over Renzo's hair. His ears flip backward under her palm.]

Good. I am glad to hear that. Thank you, Zelman, and goodbye.

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Of course. Have a good evening, Rin.

[the kid looks warily at the both of them before waving quietly at Renzo and turning to walk back towards the couches. Zelman follows him, almost like he was waiting on him. bizarre, those two.]

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[Renzo waves back. HE WOULD BE YOUR FRIEND, NAMELESS CHILD, BUT FOR PARENTAL CONFLICT -

Rin heads for the elevators again. Ssssigh.]