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I am a Gift-Giver
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Listening to: The birds here have quite a chorus going on~
Reading: W-wait... I still have to study? B-but...!
Watching: I'm content with nature! I'm easy to amuse.
Playing: I will climb that tree. And I won't fall, either!
"Oh? Now, how'd you find me here? You'll get in trouble if you keep that up, you know." His tone was light, however, his eyes bright and smiling. Obviously, he didn't seem to mind the attention and was, in fact, more than happy to have a little company for a time. Pausing, he blinked green eyes at nothing in particular, apparently having realized something he hadn't paid attention to before. "Plus, Oz might get mad if people keep following him around."
Despite the intimidating statement, he just smiled and laughed it away. He knew Oz better than that. They really thought too much alike for something like that to go unnoticed or unpredicted. Still, that was no excuse for not offering some sort of warning. That was only expected, after all, and at least with a warning, things could be guaranteed to go at a smoother pace.
"Actually, can I ask you something?" Eyes lidding, the blond youth plucked a rose from one of the surrounding bushes, examining the stem for thorns and removing them with his unguarded thumb. "How did you know it was me and not Oz? It's not like we look different!" Jack laughed, beaming as he handed over the flower. A token of appreciation from a stranger. It sounded strange, but he had always been odd that way. It was just how he was, and at this rate, it was how he he always would be.
"You don't have to answer. It's just funny." Considering his expression, he wasn't lying. "It's just nice to talk to someone and be treated as... someone normal, I guess. You probably have questions about Sabrie, though, don't you? That's fine. Apparently... everyone does, if they don't believe what the houses came up with."
Shaking his head, Jack reached over towards his company, bare hand falling against the line of their jaw. "Don't worry about it, okay? It won't happen again. I just... I won't let it."
He was shocked. This doll had no strings attached to it, no platform or gears, but it was still moving and talking. It interested him, as it almost reminded him of his own music boxes. It was something special, rude as it was.
Crouching down beside the table, his arms resting on the hard surface, Jack inclined Oz's head to the side, reaching out a hand to pinch, pet, and play with the tassel of brown hair on the top of her head.
"'Brat'...? Poor Oz. I wonder how well he takes to that?" He wasn't entirely sure why his voice came through when it was Oz's body he was in (didn't science have some sort of say here?), but it was certainly not Oz's deepening growl those words were spoken in.
Jack did try to dig in the various pockets of Oz's ensemble, assuming that, like himself, Oz ws at the age where sugar was one of life's better treasures. Finding none, he had to turn to the doll with a sheepish smile.
"I'm afraid I'm short on candy, but if you'd like, I could look for something that would work in its place?" Or the candy itself, really.
Trying so Hard, and Never Making a Dent
Kekeke! Hello, brat! <3 I haven't seen you around in a while!
. . .Any chances that you have any candy?
*is obviously hungry*
Crouching down beside the table, his arms resting on the hard surface, Jack inclined Oz's head to the side, reaching out a hand to pinch, pet, and play with the tassel of brown hair on the top of her head.
"'Brat'...? Poor Oz. I wonder how well he takes to that?" He wasn't entirely sure why his voice came through when it was Oz's body he was in (didn't science have some sort of say here?), but it was certainly not Oz's deepening growl those words were spoken in.
Jack did try to dig in the various pockets of Oz's ensemble, assuming that, like himself, Oz ws at the age where sugar was one of life's better treasures. Finding none, he had to turn to the doll with a sheepish smile.
"I'm afraid I'm short on candy, but if you'd like, I could look for something that would work in its place?" Or the candy itself, really.
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