paixaorpg | a 95% chance of freeloading. [ open and active :O ]

Character(s): L and... uh, anyone else.
Content: L keeps "exploring" the wonderful world of Paixao. And no he's not mooching off of mindless citizens with baked goods in their hands, how can you say that?
Setting: Outside of Por Favore's [I5].
Time: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None.

I dislike travel. I absolutely dislike travel. That was the only thing on his mind at the moment. Oh... that, and the aching pain in his legs. Outside of playing tennis, L couldn't stand having to walk (or run, as sports often required people to do), but in Paixao he also couldn't stand to sit still.

... well, okay, he could sit.

If I remain stationary I will learn nothing about this city and how it works, he thought to himself, curling up on the ground again. L hadn't even bothered using the map; why should he, when it didn't matter where he was going? But obviously one can not simply spend their days wandering. They must rest. Yes. They must. Surely I'm no exception.

Nevermind that this was an insomniac stopping to rest. He might not sleep much, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy.

L was rocking back and forth on his feet, wondering what he should do next, when a typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed drone carrying a bag in her arms hurried past. It probably wasn't a good thing that he was sitting around in her way, because she wasn't even looking down... and before either of them knew it, L was sent rolling off to the side of the street. Wow, things were spinning awfully fast. There's a 76% chance that I might be slightly dizzy when I stop...

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said the drone, shuffling her feet over to where the detective now was. L blinked twice, comically, and looked up. She was still spinning a little bit.

"You're forgiven, mindless citizen," he replied, rolling onto his back. "You were in a hurry and I was in your way. It was an accident."

The girl kind of... stared. And smiled. And nodded.

"You look kind of tired. Are you homeless? Poor thing..."

L started biting his knuckles. "Yes, I suppose I am a 'poor thing.' Seeing as how I do not own a home in this... city, and I have no money..."

She just smiled wider. Conversation with these people really just got him nowhere...

"Well, you can have this?"

From within the bigger bag, the drone produced a smaller bag... a smaller bag that, lo and behold, smelled faintly of freshly baked cookies.

Scratch that. This was going somewhere.

"Bye-bye now!"

L sat up and watched the girl hurry off down the street, clutching the bag of cookies close to his chest. I suppose if I sit here and look pitiful, as the homeless often do, he thought, the chances of me receiving food from strangers increase by 20%.

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Too bright.

Those were the two words that Yanku had on his mind. Occasionally it would become 'too fucking bright' or a 'what?' as he was discovering that this Paixao was nothing like his home. The brightly (BRIGHT) streets were too well lit to be lit by the crackling neon lights and the people too blonde and fair to be Japanese.

Until he spotted a ~~god blessed~~ head of dark hair. The boy, who had been sticking to the walls and staying out of sight carefully approached the ... hunched over person. Or relaxing, maybe. Yanku tilted his head and might remind an onlooker of a fox (though the kitsune mask might help with that appearance).

One step, two steps, he stalked up to the ... cookies? Maybe he should pounce. Holding back the urge to pounce Yanku edged so he was in front of the other and waited to be noticed.

He was not a fox.

Yanku wondered if the bags somehow (in any way shape or form) inhibited the other's sight. Well, not seeing things but seeing the correct things. His eyes, though, were focused on the cookies. Food. Hungry.

The smell was wonderful to begin with. Hardly greasy like the lumps of fat with sugar the Noodle Lady called cookies. Not dirty like the cookies left outside and not soggy like cookies in the rain.

Instead of answering the 'Are you dead, fox?' Yanku made a 'che ch ch ke' sound in the back of his throat and settled back on his heels a bit, compacting downwards... before springing. It was a good pounce for a two-legged person.

He planned to land squarely on the other's back - so he could reach over and steal the bag of cookies.

...well DUH he was hungry. Yanku made another noise 'kkkkke~' it was a cross between a hiss and a click. He could talk... he just chose not to. Of course the whole 'going to pounce on ... huh, this is not pouncing and rather more like getting thrown off' rather changed his vocabularly too.

Even as he rolled to a stop from the toss Yanku kept his eyes on the cookie bag. Never let the goal leave your sight, that was a good motto.

"...che.....ke..." Yanku said in response and his right hand twitched as he got up for another pounce.

..waitwaitwaitwhat?

Yanku's eyes were having a hard time focusing on the bag and the ~~insanely~~ slow moving hand. His face scrunched up under his mask in frustration ... but found himself taking a sniff of the cookie piece. Sniff. Sniff.

.... Cookie. It smelled good and looked good and it was sitting there between them.

"...che." Yanku responded, his fingers curling. Then he reached out, fast (and oh so insanely fast compared to the slow from before) and snatched the cookie bit.

Now, a quandry. To take off the mask and eat the cookie or save it for later?

There was only one way to solve this. Yanku turned away from L quickly, lifted the mask a little and shoved the cookie in his mouth. Oh, oh good. Yummy. Then he turned back when the mask had be properly resettled. There, not much was lost if he did things that way.

"...che.... " He should probably be a little... polite or something. Instead of actually giving L any reason to think he acknowledged him, Yanku just sat down next to him.

There was no such word as 'awkward' in Yanku's vocabularly. He had, previously, been playing Hide and Seek, captured by demons and used for electricity, there really wasn't anything much more awkward than that. Though he did wish L was bit more normal and more easily frightened, that would have made his stomach fuller.

Cookie.

Nothing could interupt thoughts of a hungry boy like food, especially cookie!food. Yanku snatched the cookie piece, this one he put in his pocket. For later. Who knew when he'd get food again?

Dead?

Yanku took the moment to examine himself. He still had his hands, and his nose and his feet. He thought he was stll breathing and tried not breathing for a while. Yup, still breathing. The electricity had left him a bit fried feeling, but nothing too severe.

So in response to the question he tilted his head to the side and stared.

Yanku felt the oddest urge. He almost wanted to say something. He didn't even talk to Inmu, instead they communicated. This was vaguely unsettling, so he tilted his head to the other side.

"...krr?"

Oh yes, but he could make incoherent questioning sounds and not feel at all guilty about his urge. Talking never seemed to get him anywhere anyway. People depended on cushions and niceties and he didn't have time for any of those.

About when L got to the "18%" Yanku stopped listening. Well, if he was dead he was dead and if he wasn't dead then he wasn't dead and either way it didn't seem to make any difference.

Apparently his companion was someone who thought a lot about things that were thought about. Yanku wasn't really like that.

"Che." Was his thought on that. It didn't matter if they were dead or alive, really. If they were given a second chance, then they should just use it instead of 'what ifs'. What ifs were not very useful. It wasn't 'what if I got a cookie' but 'now that I have a cookie what do I do with it?'

Yanku went back to half listening. Well at least he was sort of learning things. It seemed, sounded at least, like a very big game of O To Ko Yo. Everyone gathered in a certain spot from all over and then they played Hide and Seek.

"...Kakurenbo?"

He actually said it, tilting his head again quizzically at L. If the other was smart enough he'd know what Yanku was meaning to ask. If not, oh well.

The cookie piece was graciously accepted. Yanku figured that his newfound companion couldn't be too old, so it was still safe to accept food. Plus, cookies. They breached all sorts of gaps.

What else would this be if it wasn't some sort of hide and seek game? Well, it could be some huge deep dark secret plot to some nefarious ends... but really, that seemed unlikely.

This cookie piece was stuffed into his pocket as well.

Yanku perked at the word 'oni'. He had to reevaluate his opinion of L again, and turned his head to the side, then the other. Studying for a moment, before he stood up, quickly, and turned to go. He made sure the cookie pieces were all tucked away before he did so, however.

"...who is the person behind you...?"

He could speak clearly, when he wished too. Yanku gave L another quizzical look before leaning down and running off, low to the ground. He was going to do just that, for a while. Hide.

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