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[fuckinstoplights]

[There is a young man in an eyepatch, and loose green clothing sitting on a phone booth. Right up on top of it. His knees pulled up to his chest. It's pretty weird to see a guy up on a phone booth. But, hey, maybe he has a good reason for it.]

[Someone's talking to him, but they're off-camera. He looks like he's trying to figure out how to work this thing, while they're talking.]

-- It's really okay. No one's going to hurt you if you come down.

[The skittish-looking guy glances down, over the edge of the phone booth. There's a flash of something dark, and concerned-looking, as he ends up angling his device thing for a better look.]

[He shakes his head.]

But you can't sleep up there...

[A little shrug.]

It doesn't matter. I'm here to fight, so I can go home.

You don't know how long that's going to take. Please come down.

No.

[And that seems like all he's going to say. Until he actually looks at what he's recording, anyway.]

Where do I start fighting?

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[bigsoftie]

No, food...like...pizza.

[fuckinstoplights]

What is... pizza?

[bigsoftie]

[...alright words aren't working here.]

I can show you, if you wish.

[fuckinstoplights]

[He nods, very slightly.]

[Sure, why not?]

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead rummages through the pizza box on the floor before he produces a slice for Kagerou to see.]

[fuckinstoplights]

... That looks disgusting.

[KAGEROU STOP.]

[bigsoftie]

...but it tastes good.

[Why do you insult his food.]

[fuckinstoplights]

That is... what humans eat?

[bigsoftie]

Yes...with other things.

[fuckinstoplights]

Other things?

[bigsoftie]

Like ice cream and soup...maybe you could help try them with me.

[fuckinstoplights]

I don't know those words...

[bigsoftie]

I...am not good with them, either.

It would be better if I gave them to you.

[fuckinstoplights]

I don't want to get down from here.

But you do need to eat...

[bigsoftie]

...maybe I could bring it to you?

[fuckinstoplights]

[He shrugs a little.]

As you like.

We'd be grateful...

[Or at least, the muppet would.]

[bigsoftie]

I do not mind.

...where are you?

[fuckinstoplights]

I...

Here?

[He has no idea. But he hasn't left the area he arrived in.]

[bigsoftie]

...are there any buildings that look different?

[fuckinstoplights]

... I don't know?

[He pans the camera around, hoping that'll help.]

[bigsoftie]

[...while not an exact science, he CAN recognize a couple of things, enough that he has a rough idea of where to go.]

I shall be on my way.

[Alone, Leatherhead ventures for a few long minutes, almost a half hour, before he arrives with a handful of foods: pizza, some bread, a cone of half-melted ice cream, all of which he offers to Kagerou, the strange man on the telephone box.]

[fuckinstoplights]

[He can probably be found by the worried little Hell Muppet hovering around the bottom of the phone booth. It waves its arms to try and flag down the familiar face.]

Thank you...

Maybe you can get him down. I'm worried...

[bigsoftie]

[You're so caring, Hell Muppet.

Leatherhead stands with two handfuls of food, waving to Kagerou.]

I cannot reach you up there...

[fuckinstoplights]

... do I have to come down?

[At least he's scooted closer to the edge, that's an improvement.]

[bigsoftie]

It would help.