capeandcowllogs | but when I took down my defenses

WHO: 8-year-old zombie MIRROR MASTER and YOU
WHERE: In ur reflections!!
WHEN: Wednesday (morning, at midnight) through Saturday
WARNINGS: Doubtful, but will edit as necessary
SUMMARY: You know how Evan has no tact and bounces around reflections with no respect to privacy or boundaries? Well at least as a child he's more polite about it. And maybe not as obnoxious to talk to.
FORMAT: Whatever!

He barely slept, anymore. He hadn't felt much need to since "the accident" just like he hadn't felt the need to eat much, but sometimes boredom won out over necessity and he settled in for a nap anyway. It did get boring, staying only in the mirror even if he could still look out it the same as always, or send clones out -- the clones had seemed off, sure, but they functioned. Too bad they couldn't drink beer for him.

But then he woke up, and everything was different.

He didn't know where he was. He definitely wasn't in Miss McCulloch's orphanage, or even Scotland, but rather some kind of abstract dark corridor with millions of windows dotting the endless abyss around him. He was cold, his skin slimy and pale like marble. He stood, slowly, and began skulking down the corridor, looking through the windows for someone that might help him. He was breathing hard, but not panicking, not crying. He just shivered, and knocked on the glass now and then, warily, when he thought he saw someone. (Sometimes he didn't even knock. He just looked out, in confusion or envy or curiosity.)

"Hullo?"

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"Erm. Y'know, when yer lost in yer own head. Dreaming-like, kind of." He still needed to get used to the fact he wasn't in Scotland anymore -- judging by all the accents, at the very least.

"I havenae thought about what else I'd do. That's most important."

"Oh! Daydreams." She repeated it in Russian, a habit she had at this age that apparently had returned.

She scrunched up her face again and shook her head. "If that's what ya wanna do."

"Daydreams. Aye -- that," he said, repeating the word slowly. He supposed he could have thought of that, but he was too far set in his own vocabulary to care.

"What else is there t'do?"

"Well when you're an adult you gotta have a job. And deal with stupid people. And a bunch of other really boring shit. It's all complicated and stupid." The more she thought about it maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a kid again. She could use it to her advantage against adults.

Evan frowned; he really had no idea what he wanted to do when he was older. He'd never needed to consider it, not yet -- he was only eight. The only major decision he'd had to make so far he'd made in self-defense, in impulse anyway, and the only thing he could think of wanting was the chance to meet his parents.

"Guess that's right. I'm nae good at much. Never even met anyone ooside Kirkcaldy."

"S'ok. I'm not all that great at a lotta stuff either. Even as an adult." She grinned.

"By the way, I'm Kenzi."

"Evan." He grinned back, a little more sheepishly and closed off than before. "We don't have t'worry about it yet, anyway. Aye?"

She shrugged. "Dunno. Depends on what caused this and if it can be reversed. We're not s'posed to be kids but we suddenly are."

"Yer nae supposed to be. I don't remember a thing." He frowned again. "Or maybe I am. Ya said ye've met me before and all."

"Well you aren't supposed to be little either. Even if you don't remember." She folded her arms and nodded. She's right dammit!

"What'm I like normally?" He squinted, mildly curious. Maybe he could at least figure out how he'd gotten stuck inside this mirror. "D'ya know?"

She shrugged. "I don't really know. I mean I only talked to you like twice. And they were pretty short conversations."

"That's bollocks," he said, sighing. "Thanks anyway, I suppose. Maybe I'll remember sometime soon. Then I'll know how to get out o' this stupid mirror."

"Maybe you can find someone else in another mirror that knows you better? I don't really know, dude." She was at a loss. Last time he showed up in her mirror she was in a rush to get to work. Plus he was being pushy about food.

"Aye. Maybe I will." Evan wrinkled his nose a little, sulkily. "I can go, if ya want. Willnae bother ya no more about it."

"Ah well...it has been kinda nice talkin' to you and all that but I do have some stuff to do. Like finding clothes that fit properly." She gave an apologetic smile. He was certainly much nicer than his older self.

"It's awright. Guess I understand. If ya did, someone else is bound to know, I reckon." He shrugged his shoulders again and waved at her, wiggling his fingers. "See y'later, then?"

She nodded as she climbed down from her perch. "See ya 'round, Evan. And good luck!"

but when I took down my defenses

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