mayfield_rpg | action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

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action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]

Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]

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[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

They sure had a variety, didn't they?

I guess I should pay this guy a visit. If he's a friend, great, if not I'll have a better idea of what to watch out for. Have you talked to him much here?

Just a few times. I met him when I first got here and he lived close by, so.

[He kicks at the ground to give his swing a little push.]

Wanna pay him a visit together sometime?

Together? [Czes leans back and pulls himself up as he swings forward, pausing just log enough to complete that action.]

Sure! It's be nice to go together. You gonna talk to him about anything?

[Firo smiles; he wasn't entirely sure Czes would take him up on the offer.]

Nothin' in particular, really... I guess I just wanna find out what kind of person he is. And if he's your friend, I should get to know him.

Acquaintance! He'll say we're friends, but we're just acquaintances just now! Okay?

[He blinks, wondering why Czes feels it's important to make the distinction.]

You sure? You said he was an okay guy.

[So he would have thought being called his friend wouldn't be a problem.]

... He's okay. But it's not like I know him that well.

My friends... are people like Maiza, or Isaac and Miria, or you and Miss Ennis.

[His face lights up; he's actually a bit surprised, given that Czes seemed a bit reluctant to consider them family earlier.]

We're friends?

Um...

[There's no going back on it now, of course. He doesn't feel the need to either. But he shuffles his feet, then nods.]

Yeah, we are.

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[He nods firmly.]

We are. Thanks.

[He reaches over to playfully punch Czes's shoulder in a manly display of affection.]

[Manly. Sure. Firo. Manly.]

Oof--

I-I mean, it's not like I don't like you..

[He raises and eyebrow, wondering if that's supposed to be a compliment.]

I'd hope not, after we've been hangin' out and all.

[This is an embarrassing thing to admit, Firo. Czes nods, eyes looking in the opposite direction because he's never so directly admitted to being friends with anyone before.]

You're real nice to me back home, too, so.

[Firo's pleased to hear that, but instead of saying that outright to Czes he tries to joke around to put the kid more at ease. He's dense when it comes to emotions, but even he understands that the admission probably took something out of Czes.]

I'm glad to hear that. I'd hate to have to hit myself for somethin' I don't even remember doin' yet.

... You wouldn't.

You haven't. Don't worry, Firo.

Thanks.

[He smiles and kicks off the ground to swing higher.]

But, you know, if somebody else does give you trouble, you just have to tell me and I'll take care of it for you.

[Czes watches him, then kicks again so he doesn't fall behind. It's not hard for Firo to go higher than him though, with Firo being a lot bigger and his kicks stronger.]

Thanks Firo. But I don't want to cause you trouble, either.

[He blinks and shakes his head.]

You wouldn't cause me trouble, so don't worry about it.

You don't wanna get into fights all the time because of me...

...Just how many people do you think you're gonna piss off?

... Um.

I'll try not to upset anyone.

But in my experience not everyone likes kids.

You got a point.

[He slumps forward, looping his arms around the chains of the swing to hold on. There was a kid who was telling him all about that, and how the few children in Mayfield had had to band together to take care of each other.]

Have you run into a lotta people like that here?

Mmm. Not really. I don't go outside a whole too lot when I'm not at school.

I mean... the people here, if they're not like us, are kinda weird aren't they?

What do you mean?

["Not like us" could mean a lot of things: not from their world, not immortal. Firo doesn't feel like being in the latter category makes someone that weird.]

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