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[ open rp post! also for continuations from elsewhere / overflow / whatever. drop a prompt here or make me drop a prompt or whatever. please rp with me okay. ]

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[clipped_wings]

[okay Steve my boy. Here's a young man who is worriedly pacing the street and wringing his hands. This is normal.

Except every electronic he passes as he walks briefly go on the fritz as he moves by as if his anxiety energy is effecting things]

[bestfeature]

[ In fairness, he's distracted. Also in fairness, he's not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes. So a nervous kid might catch his attention first normally but for Steve, the electronics blipping are a bit more alarming.

He stops short, eying the window display of TVs cautiously as it flicks in and out. ]

Oh, don't tell me . . .

[clipped_wings]

[and then the kid's phone starts ringing and he just. stops walking]

Oh nooooo....

[bestfeature]

— hey. Hey kid, you okay?

[ never mind the weirdness, something is up and if something is up, well. making sure all the little shitheads in the area are okay is near the top of the priority list. ]

[clipped_wings]

I didn't do anything!

[dropping his phone in surprise oops]

[bestfeature]

Uhh . . . okay.

[ raising his eyebrow at the phone there. ]

No one said you did?

[clipped_wings]

[picking up his still ringing phone]

Not yet uhm uhm excuse me mister uhm.

[waves...hand... Unable to complete the thought apparently]

I don't know you?

[bestfeature]

Steve.

[ as if that!! answers everything. he points at the phone. ]

That yours?

[clipped_wings]

Yes.

Papa is calling.

[bestfeature]

[ what is more concerning about this picture: whatever the hell that is, a kid being out like this on his own, or the fact that he's reluctant to even pick it up? or. something.

the gears are slowly turning okay. ]

On that? [ wait. ] You gonna answer it or what?

[clipped_wings]

...

[answers the phone]

Hello, Papa.

[a pause as he listens]

I know, Papa. I wasn't suppose to leave...

[the conversation keeps going, the boy growing increasingly anxious. He explains in his conversation--papa, i wanted to see the birds. i havent gotten to see the birds in so long. the house is stuffy and crowded and lonely and papa you haven't come home for three days so....

he kind of sinks down to the ground as he listens to the response]

[bestfeature]

[ WHY ARE ALL THE CHILDREN I MEET LIVING IN SAD AND TERRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES.

or stashing pet-eating pets in their basements.

he scuffs his foot at the ground, waiting for him to finish. ]

[clipped_wings]

[hanging up eventually and]

I think I'm in big trouble...

[bestfeature]

So. Birds, huh.

[clipped_wings]

[nods]

I like birds. I use to visit the birds. But then I wasn't allowed anymore.

[bestfeature]

There's a park nearby, right? I bet there's a bunch of birds there.

[clipped_wings]

...? There's a place besides the zoo to see the birds???

[bestfeature]

Well— yeah. I mean, they're birds. They're everywhere. Park's no different.

[clipped_wings]

Birds aren't here and here is somewhere.

[bestfeature]

It's a street! Where're they gonna go, huh? They need something to perch on, dingus.

[clipped_wings]

No, my name is TK. Not Dingus.

[bestfeature]

[ LIKE, WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY TO THAT.

just stares for a long moment before shrugging. ]

Okay.

[webversed]

[You know, it seemed like a good idea at the time to always equip webslingers. Too bad Miles he didn't take into account that a web capsule could jam, break, and release some of that web prematurely. So now you have a young man on the sidewalk kind of frantically try to get rid of some of the web leaking out from under one of his sleeves]

[bestfeature]

Heyyy, uh. You okay there?

[ After two years worth of monumental supernatural bullshit, finding himself in some random place isn't the most surprising thing in the world. Hell, that happened even before all the upside-down garbage — though he hasn't been drinking nearly as much lately.

and something that's universal, apparently, are kids having issues with one thing or another. ]

[webversed]

[Ripping off some more web out of his sleeve]

Oh! Uh... Yeah. I'm cool. Everything's cool.

[He leans against a wall and crosses his arms because that's what a non-dorky completely relaxed person would do. There's also a wad of leftover web clearly on his wrist]