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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]

[...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.

[fuckinstoplights]

[He scoots nearer the edge, until his legs dangle down over it, swinging idly.]

... I want to get back up. After you show me.

[bigsoftie]

If I can lift you, then yes.

[fuckinstoplights]

... All right.

I'll allow that.

[bigsoftie]

Now will you come down?

[fuckinstoplights]

All right...

[He edges nearer, and... wow. He just sort of vaulted off the top of the phone booth. That's some kind of crazy gymnast bullshit over there.]

[bigsoftie]

[Woah there cowboy. Leatherhead holds his food up to the other guy, offering it to him.]

Which would you like first? Ice cream or pizza?

[fuckinstoplights]

Which one is better?

[This is a serious question.]

[bigsoftie]

[After musing for a moment...]

Ice cream.

[fuckinstoplights]

All... right.

[And he sort of... hesitantly holds a hand out.]

[bigsoftie]

[Here you go, bro, enjoy your ice cream.]

[fuckinstoplights]

[He just sort of. Holds it. Awkwardly.]

...

Where does it... go?

[bigsoftie]

[He points to his mouth. In there. Making chewing motions, he hopes Kagerous will pick it up.]

[fuckinstoplights]

[Well, he'll just... cram the entire thing into his mouth in one go.]

[Because that's how it works, right?]

[bigsoftie]

[He patiently waits. Well, how is it?]

[fuckinstoplights]

[You know what happens when you eat ice cream too fast?]

[That sudden headache?]

[Yeah, guess what just happened. And he looks rightfully startled.]

Why does it ... hurt?

[bigsoftie]

[Wait this is new to him.]

It does?

[fuckinstoplights]

Yes... In my head.

[bigsoftie]

That never happened before...

[fuckinstoplights]

...




Am I dying?