025 - Old timez

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[I'm sure everyone had at least one big fall in their lifetime. The kind where you step on your shoelace and just fall flat on your face pretty hard, or because you still can't balance on your growing, but still tiny legs. Now, witness how it looks like because when this little guy, around his 8th year, appears on the Plane running, after a few steps he stumbles in his own legs... and falls just as big and hard. It even gives a loud sound as his tiny palms reach the 'floor'.]

Augh...

[He winces, and sits up to examine his bruised hands. Then looks down his dirty and bruised knees, and his fine, but dirty clothes. It shows it wasn't his first fall in this run... and that, that this clothing is not used to just run around in it like a madman. The kid has mud on his face too.]

... U-uuuhhh--- Uwahaaaa!

[And here it comes, the crying. Clear and loud.]


((ooc: yyyyep, experiment time. Juliet gone back being 8 years old...))

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[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Smiles! Oh, biscuit, wee~ No 'thank you' because they failed to taught him that.] Say, and what's your name? [munches]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto opens up the first-aid kit, pulling out the bottle of disinfectant and pouring it onto a cloth.] Ianto. Ianto Jones. What's yours?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[So not paying attention because he is busy with looking around, munching on the biscuit. This place is awesome.]

I'm Matsumoto Hiroya! Ianto Jones... that isn't a name of a healer. It's more like an american name!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto tries not to look too affronted as he applies the cloth to one of his knees, though he can't quite hide the furrow in his brow as he tries to work out where he's seen Horoya before. Finding himself unable to do so, he contents himself with fixing him with a disapproving look (and possibly emphasising his accent).] It's not American. It's Welsh.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[As if the kid would hear the difference...] What is Welsh--- Kyaaah! [It burns, it burns, the disinfectant, it buuuurns!] Aughh...[Teary eyes strike back.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...if the kid can't tell the difference between a Welsh and American accent he's seriously got some learning to do. ] Someone or something from Wales.

[Holds out the tin of biscuits again, hoping it'll help placate him. He may be annoyed he doesn't know what Welsh is, but that doesn't mean he wants to see him upset!]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Still yet to learn it, yep.] W-Wales is in America? [Sniffs, and gets another biscuit, glaring a little, which also might be a little familiar. Noone said healing hurts!]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto looks at him carefully, deciding keeping the conversation going is the best way to a) keep him from crying, and b) work out how he knows him. He's also starting on his other knee, btw.] No, sorry. You're thinking of the wrong continent entirely. It's in the UK, which is in Europe.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

Europe? [sniffs] And all the Welsh are healers? [Looks down at his knees, watching Ianto working on it. It still burns...]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Europe. And no, we're just the same as any other country. People can be lots of things.

[Awww, well if it makes him feel any better he gets a break from the burning whilst Ianto puts more disinfectant on a clean part of the cloth.] Hold out your hand now, alright?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

They can be anything they want to be?

[ D: ...hides them behind his back.] I don't want to play this game anymooore...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Anything they want to be.

Not even if I give you another biscuit? [Shakes the tin at him.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

I want to move there.

[His eyes saying 'cheater!' but resisting the temptation. He really does, he is strong, oh he so is...] ...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe you'll get to one day.

[He holds the tin out for a moment longer, then searches it himself. After a few moments he produces a chocolate covered oat biscuit and holds it out to him.] Not even for a chocolate HobNob? You can't usually get them outside the UK.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

Wales... is far from Japan?

[Blinks surprised, now THAT is a biscuit...] It looks funny! [And is already reaching for it~!]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You'd have to catch a plane, and even then it would take you a long time to get there.

[Spoken just like a true Brit, Hiroya! He pulls the biscuit back so it's just out of reach...] That's because it's made from oats so it won't fall apart when you dunk it in your tea. Are you going to let me look at your hands?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

I don't care, when I grow up I'll go there!

[Whines, and going after it.] You're being mean again! [... holds them out. :|]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...Ianto doesn't think he's ever seen anyone with this much enthusiasm for Wales before.] You might've changed your mind by then.

I'm preventing you from getting an infection. [He does give him the biscuit though, and grabs his free hand before he can put it back behind his back.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Enjoy it while it lasts, Ianto!] I won't.

Healers are supposed to make the injuries heal right away, no? Eek! [Ok, he kind of got frightened a little. That was sneaky!]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You will once you realise how bad the weather is.

[Sneaky is his middle name. :|b] Not where I'm from. They should still heal pretty quickly, though. Especially since you're so young.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

But you can be anything you want to be there, no? So I'll become a king and order the weather to be good.

Mmm. [munches munches] You are nice to me because it's my game?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...I didn't mean literally anything.

I'm nice to you because I want to be.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] I will be.

Because you want something in return?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Wales has a prince, not a king.

...what would I want from you? [Gives him a funny look, and takes his other hand.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

A prince? It has a princess too?

[pouts] Money... Because people are never nice without a reason, they always ask something in return. And if they say it's not like that, it's a lie.