#minato01

"You know, Its actually a bit hard finding people who know what soccer is around here."

He's bouncing the ball in place on his knees, the sheer amount of training done beforehand made him focused on this bouncing ball right now.

"You interested?"

    But he had all the knowledge and life experience of a twelve, almost thirteen, year old. He was an exact clone of Dipper and as a result had all of his memories. They were his memories as well, or at least it felt like they were. The whole paranormal clone business was pretty hard to understand, even for him.

    Tyrone usually just rolled with it.

    Taking a seat on the sidewalk, he sighs and looks up at the sky, thankful that it wasn’t cloudy. No clouds meant he didn’t have to look for shelter anytime soon and he could, for the most part, have a worry-free day. For once. Maybe. It would be awfully nice if he could have a single day where he didn’t feel like his life was being threatened. Being made out of paper did that to a guy - he had become very weary of the world, even more than he was by default. A single drop of water was enough to give him what would probably be the equivalent of a third-degree burn for a regular human being.

    The streets were relatively empty on that particular day, save for a few people here and there who were mostly going about their days and minding their own business. Tyrone wondered if he could get any answers from people passing by. Perhaps there were citizens of the city that had been around longer than he had and knew how things worked a little better. 

    He just needed answers.

    Mustering up the courage to flag someone down, he jogs to catch up to a random person.

        The first thought to float into her mind wasn’t about herself. Not about her kidnapping. Not about the strange person on the screen. It was about Gil and if he was okay and why she had been left alone. In all honesty, she didn’t pay attention to the person speaking. She was used to no one seeing her so her attention was elsewhere, more concerned with her own agenda and thoughts.

        Little bubbles floated in the air around her, multiplying and reaching to float around others as her anxiety and loneliness rose. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do now without the only person who could see her. So lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed that people could in fact see her but her eyes caught on one person in the distance. The bright blue popped out to her, calling to her, though as she floated up to him she realised he didn’t even resemble who she thought. She spoke out loud toward him but didn’t seem like she was connected to her surroundings.

        “You’re not Gil. Gil...where are you... We have...things to do....we have to find out... Where are you?"