circling your head

[cawky]

WHO: Davesprite and Nill
WHERE: Near The Abandoned Church
WHEN: Backdated to the nineteenth/twenith
WARNINGS: Teenagers being teenagers
SUMMARY: Davesprite's been homeless for a few days and is getting a little desperate.
FORMAT: Brackets

[By the time nightfall had hit, Davesprite found himself bouncing rocks off a trashcan. It had been a long day of naps in the park and trying to keep himself busy, most of which had been complete failures. Thankfully, Dave blended pretty easily when he wasn't in spriteform, so nobody bothered the kid in shades sitting on the porch with his chin propped up on his hand.

He had been taking spriteform to try and stave off the urge to sleep, but since coming to the city, the rules had seemed to change. Sleep was once again a necessary part of his condition, and he was starting to hate it.

Most of his anger at John had faded, but he had no way to return without feeling intensely awkward. So instead, Davesprite would continue to Be The Homeless Kid until further notice.]

Comments

[cawky]

[Davesprite turns from the fire, but makes no effort to join Nill. The s'more hangs uselessly in his hand as he answers her headtilt with his own, shifting where he sits in order to pull his legs beneath him as he sets the poker aside.

Its only after a moment of awkward silence does he finally bite into his treat. Maybe to give him an excuse not to say anything.]

[culver]

[Well, at least he's looking at her. This is a start. Nill leans back on her hands, watching him. She is more than comfortable with sitting in silence, even if she is actually waiting for him to say something. If he doesn't... she'll have to come up with something else. But that s'more won't last forever. And judging by the company she keeps, Nill has infinite patience.]