Reira Akaba (
soft_focus) wrote2017-08-03 12:00 pm
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Lost Carnival - IC Inbox

DESCRIPTION: Sometimes Reira takes a minute to answer, since she sometimes knocks the volume dial too far, and anyone shouting through it hurts her ears.
DESCRIPTION: It's a rather simple mailbox that was already built into the trailer. Reira checks it every day! (since you're supposed to, apparently)
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He makes his way into the carnival, past the wide gates and finds a tree he can lean against.
Of course by the time she gets there he'll stop standing and sag to a sit underneath it.]
Alright. Come to me.
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...And then hesitates.]
I...
....hugs are allowed, right..? [She asks quietly.]
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But this is a kid and it is who he sees her as. Kids needed comfort and he nods at her request with enough intention to push himself up and lean forward with his legs out of the way. His warm and comforting smile might be a half lie but it is necessary.]
Yeah, kiddo. Just careful of my back.
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But she's careful-even if she's shaking a bit, trying to keep that manner of calm she managed over the radio.]
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Being a kid was her only advantage. Still, the hug is given and both of his arms will wrap around her in a comforting manner.] It's alright now.
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There's no room for determination right now, however. It's not alright.
And she's quiet all through the hug, and all through any tears shed against the other's clothes.]
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He's quiet through out the hug as well for the rest of it as his head eventually tilts back against the tree. He was a little harsh on her but it was necessary. If this was Road he wouldn't be as Road could protect herself. Reira was another matter all together.]