#chara 01

A name almost slipped from her maws when she saw them, alert and excited and relieved all at once. However, the closer she looked, the more she realized it wasn't who she hoped it was; despite the way their hair fell (even if it was a little neater), and the colour of their sweater screamed in similar ways to Kris.

But this was... just a kid. A pretty pale looking kid, way paler than her friend. They were small, younger than she was, but still so familiar in a way that almost gave her goosebumps.

Weird.

Still, Susie knew better by now than to just call out to people she assumed she knew. She got taught that lesson twice the last time she was here.. and even if she pretended like she didn't care, she was starting to get a little sick of accidentally upsetting people.

Maybe she still would, somehow. She was pretty good at that.

"What, you never seen a big, purple monster before?" Figured they'd catch her staring eventually, but Susie intended to do her best to cover it up; even if she had to go the inevitable way of freaking them out. Another thing she was usually good at.

"Heh. C'mon. I won't bite."

...

It was not the first thing about the child that had grabbed Cherie's attention, but it was what they chose to speak on; hands placed upon their knees as they crouched some, to meet them at the same height. The lightest dusting of a smile pulled on the corner of their mouth, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear to best keep their gaze met with the other's.

"Someone very important must have given that to you.. perhaps someone from the world you came from..?"

She has a soft spot for children. It comes with having and raising her own, the girls who to a degree, are a light in her own shadowy existence. So, she stops her idle warming up in an empty zone to watch as someone else moves through. It’s nobody she recognizes, but there’s a part of her that wants to call out, and so, she obeys her gut and tries not to think too hard about it.

“Hello?” Calling out, Requiem stops her playing, but keeps the viola beneath her chin. The counter on her wrist is hidden beneath a sleeve, there’s little chance of getting to it, though she can’t remember the value. 

Kokichi didn’t got to deal a lot with children, usually. And even though he doesn’t seem like the caring guy, he actually liked them. Maybe it was because he still sees himself as some kind of child, or maybe there were also his leading instincts that just made it easier for him to take charge of people most of the time. Also, children usually were careless and weren’t as boring and annoying as adults could be. 

So when he stumbled for the first time in this city, against someone shorter and much younger than him, he couldn’t help but wonder what the deal with that kid was. 

Senri is in the water of the Sea of Nectar (he thinks that’s the name). Well, specifically he is wading off the shore of the first beach he found upon arriving at... the place with the water. His shoes are abandoned on the shore but other than that he is completely dressed. Though he can still feel the sand beneath his feet, he is submerged enough to be content.

FROM: Kay

TO: ???

[txt]: It’s OK, you’re not bothering me!

[txt]: I get it, I kinda had a hard time trusting people at first too, but Mr. Barry is really nice.

[txt]: Do you wanna talk about it?

[txt]: ...

Chara stares at the person at the very front of the bus - sitting next to the only seat in the whole bus that’s available. All the others are taken, by various humans, robots, monsters, and other creatures, the majority of which Chara would be far more comfortable with than sitting next to a strange human.

They strongly consider leaving and waiting for the next bus, but then the door closes behind them. They suppose that’s that, then.

“Lay one finger on me and I break it,” they say with a smile, sitting down next to the strange human and preparing for a long trip.

"Take a seat — we're going to be here for a while."

Spirale was ... rather small, if you think about it. It wasn't a "small town" in the sense of a quiet neighbourhood, not in the slightest — but, size-wise, you'd expect travelling wouldn't take all too long. Yet, even public transportation can take quite its time, should you decide to pick a "normal" bus, rather than a bullet train or the like. Usually, he'd avoid travelling by such, but, well — he forgot his bike, and energy wasn't precisely willing to walk all the way back again.

So, legs crossed, with an elbow resting on the window frame — Clive was aware the vehicle was filled up to the brim, so telling the child to just sit down already instead of glancing around for some other free spot wasn't going to rob them from any chances. Not as if he was insulted by their hesitance, if anything he would have preferred it too if he'd have remained alone, but with a shut door their options weren't exactly generous. Standing around sure won't do much good.

"... Sure?" he'd say inquisitively, raising a brow. Suspicion was more than understandable; he doubted he looked all too clear-headed anyway with his mind alike of a fog right now, but an immediate threat blabbered out instead of hello or, preferably, silence?