"There's nothing a kid can't do."

The empty set. A place Boxer both loved and hated.

The only reason he’s here was due to Red forgetting some of her notes. She was busy, but insisted on coming back for them. Boxer, ever the gentleman though volunteered to grab the necessary papers while she stayed at her flat. He didn’t mind though. In fact, the walk here was good for him. At least, that’s what he convinced himself.

Looking around the place, he made his way to the stage. The echoes of his footsteps trailed behind him as he finally got backstage, and towards the dressing room. 

He wasn’t expecting someone else to be here though, catching himself a little off-guard as he saw a figure standing at the door entrance to the room. He stood there for a second, and watched the person. The cloud white hair is what first caught his attention.

Wait…white hair? Now why did that seem to ring a bell? That was one of Red’s friends, right? What was his name again? Oh yeah! 

Walking up behind the teenager, Boxer gently taps him on the shoulder.

He perks up when she seems excited to see his musket. “Yeah! Well, it’s one of my many weapons. I tend ta just keep 2 at the ready, but I still have my arsenal with me in case I feel like I need a change of tactic.” He puts the safety on his musket before handing it to her to look at. She owns a gun of her own, so he feels safe handing it to her.

Let’s see… I have my Cael Hammer, Scrap Musket, Fang repeater, Breaker’s bow, war machete, dueling pistols, Brusher’s pike, army carbine, fire bellows, Galleon mortar and the Calamity canon…  Though I don’t like to use that last one… It’s too deadly and a reminder of what happened back home.” He listed each one as well as keeping count with his fingers, though he ran out of fingers for the eleventh one.

It was still odd for him to hear that they were heading for a castle. He wondered how big it was and if it’ll even match what his mental image of what a castle would look like. If they were to be randomly attacked by assailants, he would do his darndest to protect them both. He’s used to handling hoards of hostiles coming at him from all angles.

“Ah, man. Ya just missed it. This guy, I dunno what his problem was… Probably stoned off his ass, actually… Was causing a scene and flailing about.. and then knocked over someone’s smoothie and then a fight broke out.”  The fight was pretty one sided considering one of the participants was not of a sound mind at the time, but it was still entertaining.

Kid takes a sip of his soda before speaking up again. “Someone called the cops over though, so now the fun is over. You’ll probably be able to find videos of it online.” He could have recorded it too, but he didn’t want to use up his phone battery on something so stupid. 

He stares up at the taller young man and cheekily asks. “Was your errand worth it?”

“Whoa, seriously…?” He’d been expecting to hear about something dumb or minor but from the sounds of things, he had actually missed quite a lot - though, this all sounded pretty dangerous from the sounds of things.  “…I sure hope that no one got seriously hurt here.  So, what ended up happening to the guy? Was he just arrested?”

“When did all of this go down anyway…?” Had it been just now…? Judging by how peaceful things seemed, it was almost difficult for him to believe that something so chaotic could have gone down.  Was the other male pulling his leg, maybe…? He wasn’t entirely sure.

That would maybe explain the lack of chaos in the area... other than the mess of smoothie in that one spot, but that’ll get cleaned up soon enough as well and the mall will look like nothing even happened earlier today. “I’m not too sure when it started or how long the fight went on. As I said I caught just the tail end. I had asked an onlooker if they knew the cause of the fight.”

He smiles and is clearly amused by all this, but he attempts to cheer him up. “I’d say that it was worth it then. Yur momma would be proud knowin’ you were bein’ responsible. Even more so if the stuff you went and got were errands for yur momma.” Kid would always support someone who wants to help their mom, no matter what. Some people may tease a guy and call him a momma’s boy, but yeah! What of it?! ... not like he can be a momma’s boy anymore though.

He let out a small chuckle after trying to imagine a Hoshidan that gloats. It just didn’t seem to mix. Like oil and water. But an amusing mental image nonetheless. “Awe shucks, that’s mighty kind of ya ta say.” He wasn’t used to stuff like that said to him. His cheeks burned up a little and went red. 

“Y’all do great work out there. I’m afraid all I’m good at is, buildin’, breakin’, fixin’ and killin’... But I guess I can use that to help people... Of right speakin’ of fixin’! We’re at the blacksmith.. Give me a moment.” He walks over to the master blacksmith to explain the situation. The face the man does after sneaking a glance past the teen to see the princess confused Kid, but he was clueless. The blacksmith gives him full reign of the forge and the smithy so he can do what he has to. Don’t want to make a princess wait after all. 

He perks up when she seems excited to see his musket. “Yeah! Well, it’s one of my many weapons. I tend ta just keep 2 at the ready, but I still have my arsenal with me in case I feel like I need a change of tactic.” He puts the safety on his musket before handing it to her to look at. She owns a gun of her own, so he feels safe handing it to her.

Let’s see... I have my Cael Hammer, Scrap Musket, Fang repeater, Breaker’s bow, war machete, dueling pistols, Brusher’s pike, army carbine, fire bellows, Galleon mortar and the Calamity canon...  Though I don’t like to use that last one... It’s too deadly and a reminder of what happened back home.” He listed each one as well as keeping count with his fingers, though he ran out of fingers for the eleventh one.

Should he know her name already? should he know her? He shakes his head a little. “Actually, I didn’t. I’m originally from a small village on the outskirts of Nohr, so I don’t know that many people. Your name is really nice. That’s a flower ‘round here right? It suits ya.” Would it be wise to admit he’s a Nohrian? Though it was probably obvious if one were to look at his facial features. Sure he dressed in a typically Hoshidan job class’ garb, but he’s clearly not from there.

“And you don’t have to worry about being from Nohr to come here.” since some Nohrians moved here to live in peace even her sister is from Nohr but some Hoshidans don’t like them living here which greatly upsets her from what she heard. 

Their trek through the busy city on their way to the blacksmith’s was slow, but it allowed them to chat idly on their way there. He does nod after her comment about not having to worry. “The people here do seem really friendly and more inclined towards peace. So it’s really nice. I’m glad I moved. The Sun being out is a good plus too. It’s too gloomy in the dark all the time.” He admits. He much pretty the warmth and sunshine the Hosidans are getting now.