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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 23, 2013 20:56:30 GMT -8
He was upset. Even Moose could tell that, even if he knew next to nothing about children. Oskenonton was upset, and he had every right to be. He was lost in a strange and alien world, something that Moose himself was intimately familiar with. He was always like that. Everything was foreign to him, entirely alien, and he clung desperately to anything that was familiar. Things like Oskenonton had been. He'd been familiar by the simple fact that Moose had met him twice, which showed just how low his standards for 'familiar' really were.
He wasn't familiar at the moment. Or he was, in a strange way. He was the same person, only different in a way that Moose was struggling to wrap his head around. He frowned slightly before hesitantly reaching out, resting a hand on Oskenonton's shoulder.
"We can talk if you want." He paused for a moment, unsure of what else to say. "Or whatever." He must have been frightened, and unlike Moose he couldn't just push the fear down. Even Moose knew kids couldn't do that.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 23, 2013 21:08:14 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. Ten year olds, or at least a ten year old Oskenon:ton, had no concept of being passive aggressive or broody or whatever. If he was upset, you’d damn well know that he was upset. With his face buried in the pillow and clinging to the sheets for dear life, yes, he was very upset. He wanted his parents and he knew he wasn’t getting them. All he had was a less than well-spoken man he’d just met.
That would do, he guessed.
He rolled over to look up at Moose, looking a tad teary eyed. ”I-I don’t know what I want.” His voice threatened to crack again and he quickly wiped at his eye. ”But… But you’re nice. So thanks.” For at least sticking around with him.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 23, 2013 21:14:12 GMT -8
'Nice'. There it was again, that one same word. He was 'nice'. People kept calling him that, and Moose was perpetually at a loss for words when they did. Was he really 'nice'? It was hard for him to judge. He didn't feel nice. He felt grubby and demanding and quick to anger, but he supposed there was some kindness in what he was doing at that moment. He was worried, and wasn't being worried connected with being nice? It wasn't like he was comforting him solely out of fear of what would happen to himself, although it was hard to deny that played a part. If Oskenonton never grew up... well, that'd just go down in the log book as another thing that magic had screwed up for Moose wouldn't it? He'd be found with some kid who couldn't explain how he'd gotten there who had no paperwork. Oskenonton would go who knew where, and Moose would go back to prison.
He really, really hoped that the older Oskenonton was back soon.
Seeing him crying just made it worse. "I'm not goin' anywhere, alright? Just... don't worry. Just relax and nap or do whatever you'd do normally." What did a kid do, exactly? What did someone like Oskenonton do at that age? Moose genuinely had no idea. He didn't even have a rough guess as to what a kid like Oskenonton would want to do. Video games? TV? OSKENÓN:TON | MAY 15TH, 7AM |
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 24, 2013 11:30:46 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. His eyes went back over to the totem sitting on the bedside table. That and the tomahawk inside the drawer seemed to be rather familiar, deep in the recesses of his mind, though he figured it could be chalked up to having grown up around items like that. The small room, now that he was paying a bit more attention, smelled of cut wood. What kind of art did he do in the future, anyways? Something that had to do with carving? A few woven blankets on the side hinted that perhaps that was what he did as well.
He sighed, looking up at Moose once more. ”I… Well, I explore the woods.” But there were no woods here, as far as he was concerned. It wasn’t so much exploring as it was running around and finding things, perhaps camping out at times.
”There are only tall buildings here, though.” Something they called the ‘urban jungle’, but he had no idea of that. Instead, there were just too many buildings.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 24, 2013 14:47:53 GMT -8
He.... explored? Moose didn't really understand it. He'd never gone exploring in his life, never really had a place to explore. He'd been confined, trapped inside walls for almost all of it. The closest he got to 'outside' was time in the yard, and even then that was spend surrounded by fences. He'd never just gone exploring for the sake of it. Even when he'd gotten out, he'd had specific goals and needs that had to be met. He needed food and shelter. He didn't have time to set out and wander just because he could.
He supposed, in a way, that he did have time. He didn't work every day, pulling long hours on the days that he did work. Well, either long hours or weird hours. When you were willing to get up at 3AM to go to a job, you got paid at a premium. Moose had no issues about waking up at odd hours. As long as he didn't disturb the other people in the house, no one seemed to mind, and if he ended up asleep on the couch in the mid-afternoon, no one bothered him. So he did have time, and he let his mind dwell on it for a moment before answering. Maybe he'd ask Oskenonton if he wanted to go... explore the woods. Maybe he'd still want to as an adult, assuming he ever came back.
"Yeah. Not much forest to explore unless you went well away, and... I'd rather you stay here. Guess I'm supposed to be responsible or something." Responsible for him he meant, but he wasn't being very clear. "What else? Anything?"
He paused, then leaned in a bit, much in the way one does when they share a secret. "I think I'd like exploring."
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 24, 2013 15:51:24 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. It seemed a little sat that there was no forest nearby. He couldn’t see or hear the sea, either. He’d grown up around those two elements and he found any place without to be lacking. Why would his older self even think of moving to this place? It was so horribly dreary and… well, he didn’t know. Depressing, maybe. Only he didn’t quite grasp that concept yet. Future him must’ve been horribly sad most of the time, or lonely, being so far away from home.
Oskenon:ton rolled over closer to Moose, practically crawling onto the man’s lap. Why did he have to be untrusting when he grew up in such a small community that everyone knew each other? If the man had kidnapped him, he was sure he’d be a lot meaner than he was right now. Anyways, he was warm and Oskenon:ton, young or old, enjoyed having company.
Still, when Moose leaned in, he grinned. ”I’d show you places, but I only know all the cool spots on Haida Gwaii, not here.” He was definitely at a loss here.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 24, 2013 16:06:39 GMT -8
Moose wasn't used to so much proximity. He wasn't used to people just crawling in his lap, let alone kids. His initial reaction was bad--his stomach clenched, worrying once more about what someone would think. But Oskenonton hadn't screamed, and he hadn't done anything but be upset, and... well, they were safe at home and there was no sign anyone would bother him. It would be hours still until Rhiannon likely came home, and he was safe until then.
So he hesitantly let his arms rest around Oskenonton, not pushing him away and trying not to be so damn nervous. He kept telling himself there was nothing to be nervous of, but there kind of was. There were plenty of things that could go wrong.
"So... what sort of things do you like? Favorite color?" Moose wasn't good at asking things like that. He didn't know what to ask. What mattered? What might have changed? But he felt like it was easier to ask little-Osk then it was to ask him as an adult. He seemed more... open.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 24, 2013 16:15:49 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. When he was younger, Oskenon:ton had been quite cuddly. It came with his upbringing; almost everything was communal where he lived. He often crawled into bed with his mother and father when it got too cold out, and even the beds were in the same room because the house was too small for everything else. He wasn’t horrified by touch as everyone else seemed to be. As he grew older, he quickly learned what was acceptable and what was not and how not everyone liked hugs and cuddles.
As it stood, he cuddled right into Moose’s lap when he put his arms loosely around him. He felt a lot safer like that, sitting close to someone else. In fact, he almost felt a little sleepy where he was, which was generally a good thing.
”Um… I like green, like trees.” He’d grown up practically in the trees or the sea, after all. ”I dunno why future-me moved here. There aren’t any trees, and where’s the ocean?”
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 24, 2013 16:20:44 GMT -8
Moose half-knew the answer to the question he was being asked, and he paused to try and compose himself as he answered. "You weren't going to live here. You move around, and visit places, and see... lots of different forests. But I think someone ordered a lot of things you had to make, so you had to stay." He paused for a moment, then totally undermined his own explanation by adding on the end. "I think."
He felt tired himself, and he let himself sit there for a moment before slumping back a bit, letting Oskenonton get comfortable. Green. He'd have to keep that in mind. Even if it wasn't his favorite anymore, Oskenonton would probably still like green, yeah? Moose didn't even know his own favorite color, but now he knew Oskenontons. "What... I don't even know what to ask you." He answered, patting his head gently.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 24, 2013 17:07:10 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. He nuzzled up against Moose’s chest, settling where he was. Yeah, he definitely didn’t feel like moving for a while. His explanation seemed reasonable enough. It was still sort of saddening to know that he’d be moving away from his home in the future, and that he wouldn’t be living on the island anymore, but it eased him to know that he was doing it for work and not because he was forced out of it.
When Moose flopped back, Oskenon:ton sat up just a little before scuttling over and more or less making himself comfortable on top of him. Moose sort of reminded him of his dad. Well, his dad was a lot smaller than Moose, but the idea was the same.
”Well… Well, did I like anybody?” He blinked a little, curling up against Moose’s chest. ”There had to be a reason other than work, right? Did I love somebody?” Because to his ten year old mind, staying in a place he didn't like just for work sounded bizarre.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 24, 2013 17:13:17 GMT -8
Why, of all possibly questions, did Oskenonton have to ask something like that? Sprawled out on the bed with Oskenonton lying on him, the pair of them ready for a nap, Moose wasn't prepared for the question he was asked. Was Oskenonton--the adult, not the kid--in love with someone? He wasn't sure how to answer, and he paused, letting the silence sit as he thought about it.
It would be a few minutes before he responded to the question. "I... I don't know for sure. I dont' think so. I think you were... looking for it, I guess." He had never been entirely clear if Oskenonton was looking for love, or something else entirely. It was damn near impossible to tell with him, and it wasn't the sort of question that Moose would be willing to ask another adult. Even if he knew Oskenonton more then any human being, he still didn't know him enough.
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Post by OSKENÓN:TON on Nov 24, 2013 17:36:00 GMT -8
tagged: Moose time: May 15, 7AM. speech: Oskenón:ton. notes: - - -. So Moose didn’t know. Well, that was of no more comfort, but at ten, he wasn’t much too worried. It was simple curiousity and trying to make sense of why he’d become so far flung as opposed to sticking close to home. Of course, at the age of ten, he’d yet to get that talk from his father about how he should go out and find what made him happy.
Oskenon:ton nodded against Moose’s chest with a sigh, relaxing right where he was. Yes, he was getting very sleepy, nice and comfortable, and he wouldn’t mind falling asleep where he was.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 24, 2013 17:41:26 GMT -8
Moose had not been tired when he'd woken up. He'd been feeling very awake, content with the nights sleep he'd been given. Only it was hard to deny that it would be pleasant to fall asleep cuddled against someone. If nothing else, he was starting to understand why people had children--for moments like this, curled up with someone who didn't judge you and was innocent in almost every way. Even if he certainly couldn't say that the ten year old Oskenonton loved him--because while he was nice, he still wasn't family--he was pleasant and kind, and he didn't judge or ask difficult questions. He was entirely content to curl up with him and fall asleep, and there was no question that Oskenonton would be asleep soon enough. The sigh, the way his eyes were dipping--it all told a very clear story, even to Moose, who was so often obvious about such things.
He pet at Oskenonton's hair lightly a few times, his own eyes sagging slowly. Was he unhappy? Was Oskenonton wishing he'd already found someone to love? Was that really what he'd come all the way for--love? It seemed pointless to Moose. He had family, and they loved him, so why would he leave the people who loved him to find someone else to?
He let out a quiet sigh, and then Moose was asleep, beating Oskenonton to it.
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