bvckethead
HEY, hands off the helmet.
bvckethead
WELL I HATE TO BURST / YOUR / BUBBLE, BUT .. wait never mind. ( .. ) GOOD. & uh, pretend you never saw my face —- yeah ? * the boy squinted his eyes in realization of his mistake, slowly stepping over to the helmet before lightly placing it on his head. he doesn’t know WHAT he’d do if it ever got in the wrong hands —- & it seemed this man was nice enough to avoid that fear. * yeah .. pretty rare for it to break tho. thanks, mister stranger.
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god6lack
APT. 801, THE BALCONY ⌬ ⊹ @bvckethead: WELL, I HATE TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, but /your helmet/ is on the floor of /my/ apartment's balcony, (..) TAKE IT. it's not like i want to do anything with it. [ eric is quick to roll his eyes at the boy, passing it over to him with little to no hesitation. it wasn't often kids just fell from the sky, last he checked -- & judging by the look of the helmet, and the getup this unfamiliar(*i can't make out a single feature) face wore, he couldn't be an ordinary civilian. nonetheless, there was no time to pry. nor any desire to, following the routine twelve hour a day interrogation process. IT WASN'T HIS BUSINESS, IT WASN'T HIS PROBLEM. a simple enough reminder, one that kept him waiting a tad bit impatiently for the other to leave. ] as long as nothing's broken or scratched, you should be fine, right?
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