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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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"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!

A shrug. "It's new."

"Are they red apples or green apples? I only like green apples." Clearly he was hoping they were something that would allow him to talk his way into fries.

"They're green apples."

Hm. That didn't seem so bad really.

"Okay." His hand squeezed hers and he grinned again. "What kind of toys do they have?"

She thinks about that, squeezing his hand back. "I'm not sure. Probably something with superheroes. Or ponies."

Topher looked up at her shocked. "Ponies are for girls!"

"It could be both. Sometimes they have things for boys and things for girls."

"Oh, well I want a boy toy." He bounced in place a bit thinking. "Mr. Boyd had toys. His friend had toys like your friend. Is it the same friend?"

She nods. "Yes. It's the same friend."

He nods. "What's his name? Will he be back soon?" This sounded like someone Topher wanted to meet, even if he might be evil.

"I hope so, yes."

He didn't bother about the lack of name.

Coming within sight of McDonald's Topher's eyes lit up at the sight of the playground. Looking up at Whiskey with his bright eyes he asked, "Can I play on the toys? Just for a little bit."

She nods. "Yes. If you're careful."