Equius Zahhak ♐ 3 Little Hoofbeasts ♐

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[1. Action | Afternoon | Downtown | Open to All]

[While you're wandering downtown today, about an hour or two after school has let out, you might happen across Equius near the grocery store. He's definitely not approaching it, as he's sitting on the ground across the street from the parking lot. Rather, he's just looking at it uncertainly, clearly in deep thought about something. But what's so interesting about the grocery store? Only he knows.

Will you ask him what he's up to?]


[2. Action | Evening | 507 Ricardo | Inside]

[There's some shouting from the drone-wife at 507 Ricardo around dinnertime, when she discovers Equius doing something with a particular piece of paper in his school bag that he was definitely trying to dispose of in the least suspicious way possible. It's a letter of reprimand from Equius's homeroom teacher, chastising him for being "rowdy" and "disrupting the class", and Drone Mom definitely informs Equius very loudly that she got a call from said teacher earlier this afternoon while Equius was in detention, and she was expecting him to bring this letter home.

Just wait until your father gets home, young man, she says, waving the letter around. The windows in the kitchen are open, and anyone walking down the street can probably see the whole debacle taking place, as well as Drone Mom testily attaching the letter to the fridge with a magnet and going back to cooking dinner, while Equius is forced to sit at the kitchen table and wait for Benson to get home.

Bug him in the meantime at your discretion. He's not happy, though.]

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[Oh gosh does he like the car. He's definitely been sneaking downstairs some nights just to look at it curiously, ever since he promised he wouldn't dismantle it. He finds it fascinating, though, and being granted permission to ride inside it, now?? That's way too exciting. He can't help but smile the tiniest bit, gingerly opening the door on the passenger's side and climbing slowly inside.]

Oh. I like most things. Uh. Anything that isn't an animal, essentially. Animals are meant to be looked upon in admiration, not eaten.

[He's fascinated by the seats, the dashboard...everything. His eyes are fairly wide as he looks everything over.]

...I do enjoy milk quite a lot.

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[Benson smiles as he watches Equius looking over the car as much as he is. Considering how stern and anxious the kid seems to be most of the time he's happier than hell to see the kid actually enjoy something. He'll have to suggest driving around a bit more often, he likes it that much.]

....Milk huh?

You ever had a milkshake?

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[He looks up at Benson again, still smiling nervously.]

...I can't say that I have. It sounds interesting, though.

...Is it nutritious?

[Just tell him yes. He'll be so happy.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[God no. Not in any real way. But he really wants a bigger, and it's not like one would hurt the kid.]

Sure. I think you'll like it.

[And it isn't too long before they get to the burger place and he stops the car.]

...

Really, don't worry about the note either, okay? Detention is just something that happens. Learn from it and move on.

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[Equius is thrilled through the entirety of the car ride, peering out the window and listening to the sounds of the engine and touching the details on the door, and the dash, and pretty much anything within reach. He looks at Benson a little as he's driving, memorizing his posture and where the controls are on the steering column, and he's considerably more calm when the car stops, enough so that he's able to nod understandingly and continue to smile crookedly up at his "father".]

...Very well, Benson. I hadn't known, before but...now I do. I will try as hard as I can not to get into any further trouble.

...Thank you. Also. For being understanding in the face of my ignorance.

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That's all I can ask for. Do that and you'll be fine.

[Benson just looks at Equius for a moment. And tries not to smile. It's honestly kind of rare when he can think of times he's been openly thanked before. And he has to say, it's kind of nice.]

Hey. It's no problem. You're not used to here.

....Anyway. Let's go eat.