XXI.

[hellshaped]

[Hello Paradisa!

You might come across a small red boy with horns and a tail scampering around the halls. Or maybe he's in the kitchen. Or maybe he's climbing trees outside. Or maybe he's poking around in the stables. Or maybe he's in the lobby, hiding behind a potted plant.

Wherever he is, he just looks curious and excited by everything!!!

And if for whatever reason you don't stumble upon this little guy, there are some nice doodles for you to comment on in the journal.



He's also singing some dumb rhymes as he runs around, so you might hear that too.]

If in Heaven we don't meet, hand in hand we'll face the heat. And if things ever get too hot, Pepsi-Cola hits the spot ...

[ooc. loss start! open over the journal or in person, whichever!]

Comments

[hellshaped]

[LMAO FUCK, MOLOTOV. Hellboy just looks like you've SHATTERED HIS WORLD.]

They do!?

[molotov]

[MOLOTOV QUICKLY RECOVERS.]

Well, for grown-ups! For children, they are fine. But they make grown-ups fat.

[hellshaped]

But ... I won't be a kid forever ...

[molotov]

Nyet, but I bet you will be a big man. And big men can always eat more than women like me.

[hellshaped]

You think I'll be big?

[molotov]

Da, of course! Look at your hand. You have to grow into that, silly.

[hellshaped]

Oh ... [He looks down at it. FROWN.] I don't know. The other one's not that big.

[molotov]

Well, all of you will grow! There is nothing to be sad about. I like your hand.

[hellshaped]

[SIGH. He pokes at the stone arm with his other hand.] I don't. Nobody else has a hand like this. The professor says I'm just special, but I just feel like a weirdo.

[molotov]

Nyet nyet nyet. Look here, look at me.

[She points to her eyepatch.]

You think other women have this? Nyet, of course not. But I do not sit around feeling bad for myself. I know it makes me unique and special. And besides, if I can look more beautiful than all the other women with just one eye, why should I bother wishing for two?

The same for your hand.

[hellshaped]

[He looks up at her, frowning.]

But you're still normal.

[molotov]

Who wants to be normal? Normal is boring. Normal does not come up with new ideas and inventions. I am not normal, and neither are you, and that is just fine.

[hellshaped]

I'd like to try it, at least. To see if I'm missing anything.

[molotov]

[Molotov wants very badly to hug him, but she feels like that might be in poor taste.]

What is there to miss? You seem perfectly normal to me.

[hellshaped]

[He gives her a look like maybe she's kind of dim???] I don't think it's normal to be this color, or to have a tail. Or horns ...

[molotov]

[RUDE, HELLBOY, she is trying to make you feel better. Don't be a tiny asshole.]

Nyet, but those are just outside things. Everything about who you are inside is perfectly normal.

[hellshaped]

[HE CAN'T HELP IT, HE'S SASSY. He does brighten a little when she says that, though.]

Really? You think so?

[molotov]

You seem to fit perfectly into everything I know about little boys.

[hellshaped]

I never met anyone my own age -- but if you say so, I believe you.

[BIG SMILE. And then he resumes eating the pancakes yes good]

[molotov]

You have never met another child?

[hellshaped]

[mouth full of pancake, this is a classy little boy]

No ... I live on an Air Force base. Why would there be kids there?

[molotov]

Do not talk with your mouth full, Hellboy. Anyway, usually military bases have families living on them.

[hellshaped]

[MMMPH!!!! He frowns at her and chews and swallows before answering.]

I don't know. I never met any kids, or any families ...

[molotov]

[Too bad, buddy. Your manners are lacking!]

Well, there are some children here. I will make sure you meet them.

[hellshaped]

Do you know a lot of kids? [OH!!!] Do you have kids?!