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WHAT in person
WHERE around
WHEN 56

[IT'S A BLUSTERY FALL DAY

there are piles of leaves everywhere

and scarves blowing around in the wind

they are weirdly long

catch one! share it with a friend!

it's a good way to level up your social link]

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Sure it is. You see it a lot, don't you? Just not very nice ways.

[Frowns and thinks about that, eating more donut]

Not the same. Kicking a kid is free, so if you're into that 'why not' makes sense. It's not going to cost you anything, or that's what they think.

Taking on someone else isn't cheap at all, so people only do it if they're getting something else.

I'm not saying no, but don't lie to me about what you get out of it.

[Reaper leans back, crooking his foot on his knee again. He tilts his head lightly.]

You've learned to be suspicious for survival.

My reason is I give a shit. Most people can't understand kids like you, and they feel sad for you but they won't change your life. I can, and I will.

[when it sounds too good to be true it's probably because it is!!]

...let me see your face.

. . .

[sighs. like, a weird animal grumble.

Then he straightens up, and unlatches the mask, lifting it off... a held silhouette. Which disperses, leaving no head, which uncomfortably attempts to hold face shapes and the occasional red eyes before glitching and dispersing again.]

[holy shit

he does not know what he was expecting but it wasn't that

he doesn't seem horrified just like. alarmed?? definitely alarmed]

[as he speaks sometimes there's like the ghosty shape of a talking mouth.]

Spooky, huh.

[I kind of want to touch it.

But that would be??? rude???

stares at it really intently tho as the features move around and nods]

Is... your whole body like that?

[tilts his head to tug his collar down a little so he can see the black blend into "normal" brown skin]

No. Just my head.

I died when I lost it. I came back to life, but I can't get my head right again.

[????]

You died?

[he seems calm answering all Orga's curiosity/amaze, if mildly bemused. "I don't think children are afraid of you" very funny]

Yeah. Sixteen years back. Not fun.

Far away from the action now. Both of us are.

[Man.

Sixteen years seems like a long time.

Squints]

How old are you?

Sixty-six. Body is around fifty.

How old are you?

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[holy shit that is so old]

Uh... I think Maruba said eleven in my file.

Hah. I remember when my old friend's daughter was that age.

You remember having a parent at all?

No. I was at an orphanage for a while, but I hated the owner, so I left.

With Mika?

No, I found him later.

I see. You've been together a while now, huh.

Yeah.

... Orga, I'm a killer for hire. But I know what it's like to care about someone enough to not leave them behind.

I can take care of you both, until you're grown up. I'm not gonna touch you or sell you.

[Shifts a bit uncomfortably in his seat but keeps a stoic face.]

I need to see Mika. We'll talk about it.

Works for me.

Let's go find him. You want to take what you didn't eat?

Yeah.

[Obviously food may not be wasted. After considering his options plurks some napkins and wraps the sandwich and like half of the donut up.]

[bb. ok fine. Waits for him then heads out with him.]

What didn't you like about the orphanage?