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WHO: Whiskey and Topher, Boyd later? Who's to say.
WHERE: Rossum
WHEN: After this post
WARNINGS: NA. Terrible analogies?
SUMMARY: Words words words
FORMAT: A series of hieroglyphics

Whiskey remembers, or at the very least Claire does, that children like candy. And she knows that Topher likes snacks. So she waits by the elevator doors on the sixteenth floor, holding two suckers. Still in the white dress she was wearing a few days ago during the Dent excursion, somewhere in the back of her head she is probably glad that children don't tend to watch movies like The Grudge, The Ring or any number of horror films where the creepy dark haired girl in the white dress is the bad guy.

Well, at least she's more emotive than she used to be. And vaguely smiling when the elevator doors finally open.

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Pulling his hand from Whiskey's, Topher frowned. "Like the kind that gives shots? I don't like shots."

"I'm not a children's doctor. I'm a grownup doctor."

"Oh." That wasn't so bad, but he still wasn't going to trust her TOO much just in case!

"Are we going to run away from Mr. Boyd? Can we go find Laura?"

"No, I work here so I can see if he does anything bad. If I'm here, he won't." Not really, but. Whatever. "I don't know who Laura is. I don't think she's in this city."

"Laura is my big sister."

He idly started to walk around. "She's really smart and takes care of me."

She'll take him to his own office, how about that. "That's nice of her."

More offices. Big people sure are boring.

Topher plops onto a chair and swings his legs. "Yeah. She's nice even though she's bossy." Pausing his legs he looks up a Whiskey. "Are you sure Mr. Boyd isn't going to find her? He said he would make phone calls and everything."

Hey, it's Topher's office. That's got to be the least officey thing ever, yeah?

"I'm pretty sure. But I can watch anyway."

There are a lot of toys in one corner. Neat toys that normally kids would have. Scooting off the chair he walks over with his hands behind his back and takes a closer look. GI Joes and building games (which happen to be a personal favorite of his). There's even a air hockey table.

"Is this you're office," he asks still not yet touching anything, but he really wants to.

"No. It's my friend's office. You can play with the toys, though."

She can't say it fast enough for him. His hands quickly reach for a half finished contraption that was nearly as tall as Mr. Boyd. There were instructions next to the K'nex and with a quick look Topher was snapping pieces together.

"You're friend has lots of really cool stuff. Where are they?"

She thinks about that. About what to say. It's not like she has any idea what's happened. "He went away for a little while."

"Is he coming back?" Topher lowers his voice. "Did Mr. Boyd kill him?"

"He'll be back." Shaking her head. "No. He didn't kill him."

"Are you sure? You said he was a bad guy and bad guys always kill people in movies."

"He likes my friend. I'm sure."

"Is your friend evil?" Evil people tended to hang around other evil people.

"I don't think so."

"But you don't know? You should ask him."

His stomach grumbles and he seems surprised by this. "My stomach is hungry. Can we go to McDonalds?"

She thinks about this. "It's not very healthy. But yes. We can go to McDonalds."

He rolled his eyes, but kept his smile. "Laura always says that. She makes me eat vegetables EVERY DAY!" Clearly this was just unacceptable.

"Vegetables are good for you."

"That's what Laura says." Hopping up Topher moved close enough to Whiskey to reach for her hand. "I like cheeseburgers and coke. Laura says I have to get juice all the time, but I want coke."

She takes his hand, considering. "If you get a coke, you have to get apple slices instead of fries." Thanks, mcDonald's healthy choices.

He looks up at her like she's nuts. "McDonald's doesn't have apples." Hello, unhealthy child of the 80's. Topher wants fries!