[To be fair he's probably also knocked to hands and already-scuffed knees. The boy pops upright, pushing his glasses back into place by the center so as to spare the delicate wind of mending tape around one of the arms.]
Shoot. I didn't get with the stick, did I, sir? [He looks at least a little abashed, coming down from a free-wheeling high.] I'm sorry — what's that on your head?
[he is a boy of multitudes, contains cute words and curses all together]
Shit, if I find any I wanna climb on, I'll keep that in mind.
[Now it's just funny. Richie collects his stick and starts swinging it at the hedge opposite, just to see if he can carve his initials in the foliage. Everything's okey dokey, because it's still nothing but fizzing between his ears. He's having a real vivid one, but that's okay. He's had dreams in sharp focus before.]
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[To be fair he's probably also knocked to hands and already-scuffed knees. The boy pops upright, pushing his glasses back into place by the center so as to spare the delicate wind of mending tape around one of the arms.]
Shoot. I didn't get with the stick, did I, sir? [He looks at least a little abashed, coming down from a free-wheeling high.] I'm sorry — what's that on your head?
[Squinting up. Hm.]
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[ dryly. he peers down... oh my god. he doesn't know who this child is. he's squinting really hard trying to tell, so we are having a contest here. ]
-- What? Do you mean my ears?
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[He tilts his head and squints, as if this will help him solve a very perplexing case.]
But it's like a headband though, right? Or it's part of your wig.
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[ he says, offended. ]
These are my real ears and my real hair, thank you.
[ one ear flicks, as if to prove this. ]
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Huh?
[He almost reaches for said ear before snatching his hand back, equal parts spooked and fascinated.]
But that's crazy — how is it pink? And how did you move...
[He slows. Mouth dropping open. Then he slaps himself direct on the forehead, grinning wide.]
Crud! It's all just a fucking dream anyway! Ha! It doesn't matter, does it?
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in any case - the hand coming closer to his face makes him flinch back, instinctively. ]
It just is. And it's because I'm a foxian, not a human. [ huff. i enjoy him saying crud and fuck in the same sentence it's great. ]
This is a very real place, child, so you'll need to be careful. Don't go jumping off buildings thinking you can fly.
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Shit, if I find any I wanna climb on, I'll keep that in mind.
[Now it's just funny. Richie collects his stick and starts swinging it at the hedge opposite, just to see if he can carve his initials in the foliage. Everything's okey dokey, because it's still nothing but fizzing between his ears. He's having a real vivid one, but that's okay. He's had dreams in sharp focus before.]
What's your name, dream guy? I'm Richie.
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It's Jiaoqiu. But you can call me JQ, if that's too difficult.
[ he's gotten used to that. he watches richie swipe at the hedges, and then like it is actually registering: ]
Hold on. You're Richie?
[ a beat. ]
... Much smaller than usual. Don't provoke the wildlife.