[He peers into it. There's definitely someone there.]
Um... y-yeah, I'm okay. I... I guess. The bear... Rachel? S... she made the big dinosaur... thing... go away. Um... but she's not mine, she's a bear...
[You don't own bears. Unless you're in the circus or something. Little does he know...]
Wh... who are you? Wh... how did I get here? He's gonna be really mad if I don't get home... and then he'll lock the cabinet again...
It's okay. Hey, it's okay. All the animals in there, the birds and stuff, they're there to take care of you. And nobody's going to be mad that you're here, even if...you're late for dinner, or something. Okay? ...D'you want me to come over?
[Because he is hungry and he doesn't want to eat a stranger's food, but he doesn't have money so it's either risk being kidnapped and poisoned or whatever or die of starvation.]
[Actually, York is no kind of scout, unless being an infiltration agent in Special Ops counts as being a scout of sorts, BUT.]
Cheesy, stuffed...you mean tortellini or the big shells? Or, oh, what are the other ones. The ones that're like big tubes? Man, it's right on the tip of my tongue...
[In the meantime, he walks into his kitchen to check what they've got in hand. He and Carolina are no gourmets, but North runs a good ship, here.]
[Deliberate misinterpretation, the finest bastion for the horrified-but-friendly. Leapin' lizards, what happened to this kid?
There's the sound of a freezer opening, and--]
Aha! Okay, awesome, Carolina musta bought the frozen kind for us. Uh, is it okay if some of them are green? You know, the type where the pasta part's all spinach-y. I remember what my kid brother was like about veggies.
[Actually, Benjy was perfectly fine with veggies, but he wants poor Tobias to have as many choices as possible. As much control over his situation as York can provide him.]
[There's a moment of fumbling, and then Tobias opens the door part of the way... okay. That looks like the guy on the communicator thingy. He opens the door the rest of the way, Rachel a few feet behind him. He doesn't say anything, just looks at the groceries, his eyes a little misty. It takes him a few moments, before he finally glances up at York's face, though not his eyes.]
[The blanket's still wrapped around him like a cape, dragging on the floor a little bit. He pulls it a little tighter, protectively, as he tries to figure out what to say. Finally, he manages something, albeit in a very small voice.]
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[He jerks back and whaps his head against the wall.]
Ow... who's Rachel?
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That's your bear's name. Rachel. You okay? I heard a thump over there.
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[He peers into it. There's definitely someone there.]
Um... y-yeah, I'm okay. I... I guess. The bear... Rachel? S... she made the big dinosaur... thing... go away. Um... but she's not mine, she's a bear...
[You don't own bears. Unless you're in the circus or something.
Little does he know...]Wh... who are you? Wh... how did I get here? He's gonna be really mad if I don't get home... and then he'll lock the cabinet again...
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[God. G o d.]
It's safe here, you'll be all right.
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Wh... what do you mean, 'safe'? This isn't where... I'm supposed to be. And I don't know how I got here. And I need to get back. I... I need to...
[He's not sure if he wants to, but he needs to.]
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[He's... not sure what to do.]
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[From the battle when Tobias kicked his ass, if nothing else.]
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[He looks off-screen to Rachel. She seems... nice. There's also a really big bird there.]
Is he okay?
[There's a grunt and a squawk, and he looks back at the screen, biting his lip for a moment before nodding.]
O... okay. But if you hurt me, I'll yell.
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[And... favorite food? He looks genuinely puzzled.]
I... I like. Um. Pasta. Like those... um. The cheesy stuffed pasta kind? I don't remember what they're... called.
[He tenses up a little, hunching his shoulders as if he's trying to disappear into his shirt.]
B-but they're expensive! S... so don't bother. I... I'll eat whatever...
[Because he is hungry and he doesn't want to eat a stranger's food, but he doesn't have money so it's either risk being kidnapped and poisoned or whatever or die of starvation.]
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Cheesy, stuffed...you mean tortellini or the big shells? Or, oh, what are the other ones. The ones that're like big tubes? Man, it's right on the tip of my tongue...
[In the meantime, he walks into his kitchen to check what they've got in hand. He and Carolina are no gourmets, but North runs a good ship, here.]
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[Deliberate misinterpretation, the finest bastion for the horrified-but-friendly. Leapin' lizards, what happened to this kid?
There's the sound of a freezer opening, and--]
Aha! Okay, awesome, Carolina musta bought the frozen kind for us. Uh, is it okay if some of them are green? You know, the type where the pasta part's all spinach-y. I remember what my kid brother was like about veggies.
[Actually, Benjy was perfectly fine with veggies, but he wants poor Tobias to have as many choices as possible. As much control over his situation as York can provide him.]
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[Thank you low income school lunch program.]
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[He rummages around a little more, and--]
You got a kitchen, where you are right now?
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[There's a rustle as he grabs a plastic shopping bag and starts throwing stuff in.]
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On that note, you mind if I cook the tortellini at your place? That way you know it just came right out of the package, no funny business.
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[Just. Being nervous around all of these giant animals.]
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Hey, kid, it's York.
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[The blanket's still wrapped around him like a cape, dragging on the floor a little bit. He pulls it a little tighter, protectively, as he tries to figure out what to say. Finally, he manages something, albeit in a very small voice.]
... Why?
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