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!]

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[molotov]

Good. You finish up, then we will go upstairs, da?

[hellshaped]

Okay. [He uses the last of his pancake to soak up the last of the whipped cream and syrup, pops it in his mouth, then gets out of the chair.]

Done!

[molotov]

Okay, follow me.

[AND SHE LEADS HIM UPSTAIRS, DOOT DOOT DOOT]

[hellshaped]

[AWESOME]

[molotov]

[YEAH, JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THE BEDROOM SHE'LL WHIP UP.

She opens up the door and sits him down in front of the TV so that she can go work on his room.]

[hellshaped]

Oh -- wow! You have a television?!

[He goes right up to the screen and like, presses his hands all over it. HE'S NEVER SEEN ONE ...]

[molotov]

Of course. Anyone can wish for anything here. Do not knock it over.

[She gently moves him back to sit on the floor, a safe distance back, then turns on a DVD. The closest thing she has to a children's movie is The Sorcerer of Az, so she plays that. Before speaking, she goes and gets him a glass of milk (he's already had a shit ton of sugar, so no Cokes!), which she hands to him.]

I will be in the other room, so call me if you need anything, okay?

[hellshaped]

[But but but!! He wants to sit up real close, wants to sit two inches away! Hellboy furrows his brow a little at Molotov when she moves him away, but then there's stuff on the television and he's way too distracted by that to be indignant.

He robotically takes the milk, eyes glued to the screen.] Uh-huh.

[molotov]

[Molotov just rolls her eye a little, then walks off to go create him a room!]

[hellshaped]

[yes good. he'll just be here, staring slackjawed.]

[molotov]

[Good lord, kids and TV. Molotov is just decorating away, trying to figure out what little boys like and also need.

It takes her nearly the whole movie, but she eventually emerges from the new bedroom.]

Hellboy?

[hellshaped]

[STILL STARING AT THE TELEVISION.]

Huh?

[molotov]

Would you like to come see your room?

... I put a television in there.

[hellshaped]

Err.

[A long pause.]

What?

[molotov]

What? I put a television in your room so that you do not have to sit in here every time you would like to watch a movie.

[hellshaped]

Yes ... sure ... [vaguely ... he's distracted by the TV. B| you need to turn it off.]

[molotov]

[Frowning, Molotov does exactly that.]

Come on, you can watch that in your room.

[hellshaped]

[He blinks, as if she'd suddenly broken a trance.]

Oh -- okay. You have a room for me?

[molotov]

I told you I was going to make you one. You are not sleeping on the floor.

[hellshaped]

Oh. [It was ... the TV. He was hypnotized by ... the TV!] Well, thank you!

[molotov]

Of course. Come on, I will show you.

[hellshaped]

Sure! [And he follows!!]

[molotov]

[Molotov leads him to his room, which is nice, and just personal enough to not feel like a hotel room.]

So, here is your bed, and your wardrobe... the TV is on the wall, and there are movies on that shelf, with the books. And your bathroom is just through there. And if there is anything else you need, you can just tell me, da?

[hellshaped]

[He just spends a moment gawking at all this cool stuff. It's pretty much like his room back on the base, except, you know ... with a TV! Molotov you are going to melt his brain.]

Gosh, thanks! This is really nice of you.

[He turns to her smiles widely. He's not much of a hugger, even this young, but it's pretty obvious he appreciates it all the same.]

[molotov]

[Molotov pats his head and smiles.]

And in that box is toys.

[She didn't know what the fuck kids this young from that time played with, so there's just a generic assortment of GI Joes and blocks and games and stuffed animals. And a wind-up bear -- it walks.]