Open Post;

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[Today in ye olde open post, there is a tiny kid up in your character's business or alternatively your character is up there in his business! He might seem familiar or he might not, but no matter what the case he seems kind of timid. Approach?

Choose your poison (Which would be the actual bitty Kyousuke or the Feather version) and setting, feel free to treat this as a voice test too.]

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gimme bitty

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This is the part where you scoop me up and bridal carry me to the surface.

[ They're stuck at the bottom of a chasm. Of course they are, because it's cold and dark and ominous and therefore clearly the place for two bitties to meet. Not that Patch needs light to see the other; his Line burns brighter than the sun. As brightly as hers. Which is impossible; no one's Line shines like hers.

This must be a dream. ]

Slowpoke. [ Funny thing, that. Dreams are meant to be fantastical, yet her voice remains lost. The 'voice' she emits isn't a physical one, bypassing the physics of sound and travelling directly into the stranger's mind. He'll hear her voice, sounding every bit the ten year old girl she is, but in his head – unless he's resistant to telepathy, in which case they have a problem. ]

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[This has to be a dream, Kyousuke thinks as he doesn't remember falling into the bottom of a chasm. Neither does he remember knowing a girl with telepathic abilities, or in with her, and-

Oh, right. She said something. He turns to look at Patch apologetically, even though it's not as if he's done something bad.]

S-sorry. [He looks up and sees the smallest of glimmers just barely out of his line of sight. Flying up there and getting out isn't an issue even while carrying her, but...]

I can get us out of here, but um. What's a bridal carry?

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[ ... Don't tell her that her knight, her dream-savior with that impossibly bright Line, is some shy doormat. ]

Did you grow up under a rock? [ Yes, Patch, insult your one hope of getting out of here. ]

A bridal carry is where you dress up as a bride and promise to marry someone. If you seem dedicated enough, they'll let you carry them.

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[Not only is he quite the doormat, he's already taken in a sense- sorry Patch, but there's only one Queen for this little boy.]

But I'm too young to get married... [And Fujiko-san would kill me if I told her about this!] Can't I just carry you on my back?

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[ Don't tell Fujiko, then. :| ]

Patch isn't a sack. [ How rude. While her gaze remains deadpan, her tone of 'voice' is clearly pouting. ] You're not getting married now. There's no audience! [ She shakes her head, sighing mentally. ]

It's a promise, silly. Promises last years.

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You'd wait that long for me? [It's an earnest question, one that could only be asked by a child who believes himself to have many years ahead.

But it still feels wrong. He could just lie to get them both out of here yet he hesitates, trying to think of a better way to put it.] I'm sorry that you thought about it that way, but I could do that bridal carry if you want. [There! Nothing said about marriage, surely nothing can go wrong.]

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Mmhm. Patch doesn't mind waiting! So long as you behave well. [ Nothing can go wrong, because that criteria isn't shady at all. She'll take him up on his offer, though, if only to poke fun at his meekness. ]

Hold your arms out. Like this. [ She'll demonstrate. ]

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Mmm, it's a promise! [It's a promise Kyousuke doesn't mind striving forwards to, since he wants to meet his Queen someday and he wants her to be proud of him.

...and maybe in the future he'll be so strong that Fujiko can't pull a fast one on a girl he's talking to. Maybe. He holds out his hands faithfully and with a determined smile, wanting to get it right.] Like this, right?

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[ Poor boy, so adorable. So naive. She'd smile if she wasn't a lineface. ]

Like that. That's how you bridal carry someone. [ A beat. ] Now pick me up. Be careful, Patch is a delicate maiden. A broken Patch costs thirty million euros to replace. [ So don't break her, crush her, or let her fall. ]

But don't worry! Patch trusts you, superhero. [ Because it's a dream. Whatever happens, she'll just wake up after. ]

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Ehh...but I don't have thirty million euros, Patch-san! [Kyousuke does a double take after hearing that, but he'll scoop Patch up anyway and hope for the best- his life depends on it and Fujiko is totally going to kill him if he bankrupts her dad and drops a girl to boot!]

Hang on tight to my shoulders, I might need to use my power to break through and I'll need a free hand. Ready?