THE KID MEME!

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

THE KID MEME!

You're in a brightly-lit playroom. Chalkboards, blocks, small bookshelves, coloring stations, a small corner for reading and another for snacks and juiceboxes. There's an open door, leading outside into a playground area with sandboxes, a swingset, and a see-saw. Buttercup and Ginko are your sitters today. Have fun!

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[moralperil.livejournal.com]

[ Runs at him and taps him on the shoulder! ]

Tag, you're it!

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

I'm . . . what?

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

Y-you don't know how to play tag?

[ You are being stared at, by an incredibly small, dark-haired boy. ]

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

Nope. Sorry.

Explain it to me?

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

[He still can't get his mind around the fact you can't play tag.]

When you're 'it' you gotta tag someone else so they're 'it'. And they'll run, so you gotta chase 'em.

It's fun! Try it!

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Hey, no childhood memories here.]

Hmm. Alright, then.

[Great. This means he has to participate in a game. He doesn't normally do games. He'll suck it up, though. He'll make a half hearted attempt to tag Mahdi back. It helps that he has longer arms.]

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

[ With a squeak, Mahdi barely evades! ]

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Okay, time to stand and play the damn game. He can be deceptively quick when he wants to be . . . so he tags Mahdi back.]

Heh. Got you.

[And quickly takes a few steps away, preventing an instant tag-back.]

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

No! [ Whiiiine. And he dives after you to tag you with both hands! ]

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Okay, he'll let you tag him, feigning an attempt to sidestep. But only because he doesn't want you to end up falling on your face.]

Ehh. You're pretty quick.


You should run now, though.

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

You'll never catch me!

[ Except you probably will. Mahdi's a small, light little kid, but he's a tad on the clumsy side, and it's only a matter of time before he trips on his shoelace and stumbles. ]

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Oh shi --. plz dont cry little!Mahdi.

He helps Mahdi get back on his feet, before kneeling down to re-tie his shoe for him.]

You okay, kid?

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

[ sniffle ]

Y-yeah. Thank you.

Hey mister. Your hair's all white. How old are you?

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Good question.]

I'm in my twenties. I'm not . . . old.

Well, maybe I am compared to you . . . But that's not why my hair is white.

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

No?

[ He's touching your hair. He's patting your head and stroking fingers through. ]

I like it. It's pretty.

[ten000miles.livejournal.com]

[Kid. Touching. No. no. no. Kids can look, but NO TOUCHING. general rule for ANYONE, as a matter of fact.]

[Stands up, hair out of reach from little kids.]

Hey. Are you hungry? Let's go get snacks. Sound good? [Quick change of subject--!]

[moralperil.livejournal.com]

[ Snacks are like some magical, amazing idea he has never thought of. Hair forgotten, Mahdi claps his hands! ]

Snacks! Snacks! I like snacks!