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[naginatas]

I - [locked to 1449 Mitchell]
[He couldn't exactly say he'd experienced this before. Granted, he'd done a lot of weird things in his short life, but never had he woken up in a place he'd never been before. Nagi's notably weirded out, walking all over the house, almost in a trance. Opening doors, mostly, trying to get a small grasp at where, exactly, he is.]

Hello? Amakawa-sensei? Is this some joke of yours? ...it's really not funny. Kind of unnerving.

[. . . .]

...you can come out, now. Really.

II - [streets, later afternoon]
[Trying not to panic? Really, really trying not to panic. Not working out too well. His attempt at taking a walk to clear his head is resulting in some lost stumbling around pratically hyperventilating. Approach?]

III - [phone]
I think someone told me earlier we weren't supposed to drink the milk, or something. Any reason why? I...don't remember any of the dairy products back home being lethal...this place is weird.

Comments

Phone

[atent_dead]

Stuff on the doorstep's poisoned 'bout half the time. Don't chance it.

Re: Phone

[naginatas]

Poisoned? [What the actual fuck is up with this town. He is going to hyperventilate.]

Re: Phone

[atent_dead]

Stuff at the shop's alright if yer hankerin' for it.

[naginatas]

I...think I can live without milk, now that you mention it.

II - fellow crossdressors unite *brick'd*

[combatbutler]

[ Hayate's damsel in distress senses are tingling! -- okay, person in distress cough. He'll walk over towards the boy with a concerned face. ]

H-Hey, it's okay. You're not alone here.

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[naginatas]

[look okay some people are born to look unnaturally pretty nottalking.jpg

Nagi just tenses up and stiffly turns around.]

So I've seen. [He doesn't seem any less tense.]

[combatbutler]

[ at least your skin isn't smoother than an idol he knows 8| ]

Ahah... Is there any way I can help you?

[naginatas]

[Some lines need to be drawn, you know 8|]

I don't think so. But thanks for the offer.

phone

[doudemoe]

It's either poisoned, or filled with spiders and glass. Don't do it.

[naginatas]

Why would they put that stuff in milk? [Sob.] And then put it on our porches and expect us to drink it?

[doudemoe]

The milkman thinks it's funny.

[naginatas]

The milk...man? [does he want to know. does he.] He's done more than just drop off bottles in the morning, hasn't he?

action

[skirtingdanger]

[... and sometimes, it's just hard not to notice some poor kid who looks like they've seen -- well, something terrible. she doesn't know him, but Maka still looks a little concerned.]

... Hey, are you all right?

[naginatas]

[With a startle, he seemingly snaps back to reality. Or whatever it can be called.]

Subjectively, yes.

[skirtingdanger]

["subjectively", huh. in that case, chances were that meant not really.]

What's the matter? Do you need any help...?

[naginatas]

Not any more than everyone else here does, no.

I

[derp_detective]

[Gumshoe is downstairs, eating some cereal and getting ready for the day. Missile is lazily laying beside him as he does so. That is until Missile hears the newcomer talking, immediately ears perking up and getting Gumshoe's attention.]

Eh, what's that boy? You here something?

[And not only does the dog hear something, but goes bounding off to find the owner of the voice! Gumshoe takes a quick bite of cereal he had left on the spoon and then ran after the Shiba Inu, calling after.]

Hey, wait up Missile!

[naginatas]

[Nagi? Not too used to dogs. So he doesn't really pay much attention.

Gumshoe will, however, find someone holding one of the various framed pictures in the house, looking extremely confused.]

I didn't know Amakawa-sensei had it in him. This is really elaborate...

[derp_detective]

[Of course many animals can tell such things, which is why Missile heads straight for Nagihiko to give his standard greeting of knocking the person down so as to lick their face.

Thankfully Gumshoe isn't too far behind to get a hold of the dog before he gets a chance.]

Heel Missile!

So, um, hello there. You must be new, right? Just woke up here and all?

phone.

[crosseyed]

The milk they put on your doorstep is very harmful! There can be poison in it, or razor blades, or other bad things.

So, please, do not drink it!

y hallo thar

[naginatas]

I don't think I'll even go near it, at this point.

yo!!

[crosseyed]

[[was that a small sigh of relief? yes.]] Good! That is a very good idea, you should not even touch it.

II - streets

[bloodsugar]

--oh dear. S-- sorry! Sorry!

[oops, oops-- this tall and lanky priest has just bumped into you in the street rather clumsily; it seems he was preoccupied peeking into the bakery bag under his arm which he's quite nearly fumbled! at least he looks apologetic...?]

Did I hurt you--? You look a little-- ah. Pale?

[naginatas]

[Yeah just gonna grab onto a nearby lamppost in an attempt to keep himself from falling.]

Nah, I'm fine.

[A pause.] You look more flustered than I am, though. Maybe you should be more worried about yourself.

[bloodsugar]

A-ahh-- no! No, it's not like that, I just... seem to have the terrible habit of forgetting to pay attention to where I'm going, that's all! [oops...]