(Open) A Small Heart
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personavelvetroomdrIt's been some time now since Dove has been seen out and about in the Velvet Room, which may be a bit concerning to those who know him. He's at absolutely none of his well-known spots, and his apartment has no trace of him either.
Where could he be? Did he go home? But no one has even received a text from him...
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Meanwhile, others may encounter a young boy throughout Tokyo... A small lad, with short hair and red eyes, and a white shirt with proper black pants. To any familiar with the various younger Akechis, he can be recognized as one, seeming to be around five years old...
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Option 1: We begin in Shibuya, as the young lad peeks his head in all of the buildings he passes by, entering and exiting with only a vaguely disappointed look every time.
"Mama? Mama...? Are you here, Mama???"
The poor kid seems aimless, walking around everywhere in an almost desperate attempt to find his mother... or it would be desperate, if he were emoting it as such. He seems a little too calm for a lost child.
"Mama...? In here?"
Someone may want to intervene before the kid tires himself out.
Option 2: The boy finds himself near Inokashira Park, and ends up swinging on a swing set as he finds himself distracted for the moment. He's a bit quiet as he does so, but he has a big smile on his face as he goes up and down on the swing... that is, until he sees someone nearby. His eyes zone in on them, and he screeches to a halt, staring at them with a curious eye. And just. keeps. Staring.
"..."
His gaze may be palpable with how intently he's staring at you
Locked to devilKira: The young boy finds himself all alone after wandering and wandering... Enough to find himself in Shinjuku, and just kind of sits down by himself on the sidewalk, all alone.
"..."
At first, he just sits there quietly. At least until his eyes start to suddenly well up with tears. And he sobs. He sobs, and sobs, and... he doesn't really know why. He's tired. He misses his Mama. He's cold. He wants a nap.
He sniffles a bit, not sure what to do...
Where could he be? Did he go home? But no one has even received a text from him...
--
Meanwhile, others may encounter a young boy throughout Tokyo... A small lad, with short hair and red eyes, and a white shirt with proper black pants. To any familiar with the various younger Akechis, he can be recognized as one, seeming to be around five years old...
--
Option 1: We begin in Shibuya, as the young lad peeks his head in all of the buildings he passes by, entering and exiting with only a vaguely disappointed look every time.
"Mama? Mama...? Are you here, Mama???"
The poor kid seems aimless, walking around everywhere in an almost desperate attempt to find his mother... or it would be desperate, if he were emoting it as such. He seems a little too calm for a lost child.
"Mama...? In here?"
Someone may want to intervene before the kid tires himself out.
Option 2: The boy finds himself near Inokashira Park, and ends up swinging on a swing set as he finds himself distracted for the moment. He's a bit quiet as he does so, but he has a big smile on his face as he goes up and down on the swing... that is, until he sees someone nearby. His eyes zone in on them, and he screeches to a halt, staring at them with a curious eye. And just. keeps. Staring.
"..."
His gaze may be palpable with how intently he's staring at you
Locked to devilKira: The young boy finds himself all alone after wandering and wandering... Enough to find himself in Shinjuku, and just kind of sits down by himself on the sidewalk, all alone.
"..."
At first, he just sits there quietly. At least until his eyes start to suddenly well up with tears. And he sobs. He sobs, and sobs, and... he doesn't really know why. He's tired. He misses his Mama. He's cold. He wants a nap.
He sniffles a bit, not sure what to do...
