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video | first week of january | un: zXzALLMIGHTJRzXz
[ Off-center on the screen is a small freckled child with an impressive green bedhead. His T-shirt, of a suitable size for a teenager, is now as long as a bedgown. He fitfully rubs the sleep from his eyes. ]
Please... Anyone we know who can watch us... and reach high things... and cook katsudon? Paul-kun and I are seven years old now. Kaworu-kun is two whole years younger than us. He’s so little...
[ Tears prick at the edges of his huge green eyes. He just woke up like this, he misses his mom, he barely remembers how to work the Omni, but he must make his case. He has to ask for help for the sake of his friends, one of whom is very tiny!
However, the tiny one seems unconvinced.] Someone always comes. They leave you alone for a bit and then come back when they need you.
[ The other seven year old in question stands behind Izuku with his arms crossed over his chest, an effect somewhat undercut by the fact the sleeves of his too big sweater flop over his hands and dangle towards the floor. He glares from underneath a fringe of messy curls that match Izuku’s except for their dark colour, and amends Izuku’s statement with a crisply pronounced: ]
Which doesn’t mean we can’t defend ourselves.
Oh! [ Izuku remembers, ] And I’m very sorry, but you can’t watch us unless you’re our friend. Mom taught me not to talk to strangers.
[ Paul nods emphatically, then turns away from the screen to disappear to the left. When he does, the end of a sheathed knife that’s almost comically large for his small frame is briefly visible under the hem of his sweater. He is not kidding around about self-defense. ]
[ Izuku glances offscreen after him. ] Paul-kun, what do you have there—
[ Cheerfully, without an ounce of hesitation, Paul answers: ] A knife!
[The pale haired boy tilts his head curiously.] What’s a stranger...?
[ ooc: Due to last year's recurring event, these are temporary AU versions of Deku![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wannasmash, Kaworu peripheries, and Paul terriblepurpose ]
Please... Anyone we know who can watch us... and reach high things... and cook katsudon? Paul-kun and I are seven years old now. Kaworu-kun is two whole years younger than us. He’s so little...
[ Tears prick at the edges of his huge green eyes. He just woke up like this, he misses his mom, he barely remembers how to work the Omni, but he must make his case. He has to ask for help for the sake of his friends, one of whom is very tiny!
However, the tiny one seems unconvinced.] Someone always comes. They leave you alone for a bit and then come back when they need you.
[ The other seven year old in question stands behind Izuku with his arms crossed over his chest, an effect somewhat undercut by the fact the sleeves of his too big sweater flop over his hands and dangle towards the floor. He glares from underneath a fringe of messy curls that match Izuku’s except for their dark colour, and amends Izuku’s statement with a crisply pronounced: ]
Which doesn’t mean we can’t defend ourselves.
Oh! [ Izuku remembers, ] And I’m very sorry, but you can’t watch us unless you’re our friend. Mom taught me not to talk to strangers.
[ Paul nods emphatically, then turns away from the screen to disappear to the left. When he does, the end of a sheathed knife that’s almost comically large for his small frame is briefly visible under the hem of his sweater. He is not kidding around about self-defense. ]
[ Izuku glances offscreen after him. ] Paul-kun, what do you have there—
[ Cheerfully, without an ounce of hesitation, Paul answers: ] A knife!
[The pale haired boy tilts his head curiously.] What’s a stranger...?
[ ooc: Due to last year's recurring event, these are temporary AU versions of Deku
wannasmash, Kaworu peripheries, and Paul terriblepurpose ]
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[Honestly she was a little glad that he was as eager as he was. It made her look less desperate for friends.]
Uh... No. Not that I've seen. Even back where I'm from it's been a few months since I last saw him.
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[ Paul lets the beat hang too long again. His mother would scold him for it, in twitches of her fingers and the tightening of her eyes. ]
Sometimes I don't see my d-
My father for that long.
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That's a little sad for a kid his age. ...And well it reminds her of how she had to get used to not seeing her mother when she was younger. Not that she ever got the chance to see her again.]
It must be kind of lonely when he isn't around, huh?