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[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[Rin crowds up to him but follows, still clutching stubbornly onto his hand. She stares with enormous eyes at Del.]

Little Tick~

What does that mean? I'm not a bug.

[he's just standing in front of her. looking at her. NO FEAR. mostly just quietly trying to figure out what she is.]

[Is just

there

I'll leave you guys to it asdf]

[Her tongue clicks in her mouth, imitating a clock.]

Just for you~

...You're strange.

[even if clocks had been invented yet in his time, he wouldn't have gotten it anyway. ):]

[She thinks of sundials, and presses her hand to the ground to watch it cycle around.]

Bad timing maybe, to be Majaczenie.

[...ding ding! getting closer.]

Are you sick?

[An amused hum, and Del's knuckles scrape across the floor.]

No... No no no~

No? But that's... [a word that they sometimes use around sick people. um. uuuum. gosh, if only his vocabulary was better.]

Are you... [twisting his face up. trying really hard to think!] Who are you? You have things on you. [...the snake, man. where did that even come from. D:]