[ She looks down at him to meet his gaze, quirking up an eyebrow. ]
Please tell me you were never in charge of subtle infiltrations.
[ There are other ways of checking on targets visually, and a woman in a dress standing on a man's shoulders does not pass unremarked on or in anyway actually come across as subtle. She motions toward the ground and starts to crouch down, managing her skirts with one hand before sliding down off Shiro and tapping down on the ground.
She really does prefer being independently mobile. She's stepping around him, bee-lining through the crowd with such ease that it's as if she's reading the movement of people and pokemon to end up on the other side, now at the mouth of the street where she'd seen the big incineroar. Red's still visible, though now in part of the crowd by another line of vendors handing out candy and coupons. Arlert lands on the awning over close to Red, her wings held out and away from her, making herself look bigger than she is.
Glancing back to verify Shiro's still with her, Annie is about to head off toward Red when she jerks to an abrupt halt. It might not be apparent why at first, not until at her side and glancing down in front of her, where a two year old stands with his little ranger outfit, his hat knocked askew and hanging down his back. He has a pail clutched in one hand, and his eyes are wide and uncertain, his other hand clutching at the material of Annie's dress. He's staring up at her as she stares down, and then he tugs, as if ascertaining her reality, and speaks with the thickness of someone still learning how to clearly articulate what he wants and needs out of the world. ]
Where's mama?
[ Annie blinks, slowly, and lifts her head to flick her eyes over the crowd. There's no one who she spies right now looking like they're trying to find a missing small person, all the frantic movements and bent heads paired with smiles or a sharp call of "Get back here." There's not even a convenient Jenny around, which is her next thought; another, stronger tug on her skirts has her looking back down at the toddler. ]
'm suppose' to find mama.
[ Annie opens her mouth, then pauses, changing whatever she was going to say. ]
I don't know where your mother is. Where did you last see her?
[ She doesn't know how two year olds are supposed to act. In fact, how smart is a two year old. Probably smart enough, right? Shiro gets a brief glance before the two year old is answering, sort of, now holding up both his arms to Annie, candy pail still cluched tight. ]
Help me find mama.
[ Shiro, h e l p??? The two year old continues to hold his arms out and up to Annie, while Annie is standing there, and Red is managing to get herself swallowed by the crowd.
Small human alert, small human alert. Why is he holding up his arms like that? There's no way he's being asked to be picked up.
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Please tell me you were never in charge of subtle infiltrations.
[ There are other ways of checking on targets visually, and a woman in a dress standing on a man's shoulders does not pass unremarked on or in anyway actually come across as subtle. She motions toward the ground and starts to crouch down, managing her skirts with one hand before sliding down off Shiro and tapping down on the ground.
She really does prefer being independently mobile. She's stepping around him, bee-lining through the crowd with such ease that it's as if she's reading the movement of people and pokemon to end up on the other side, now at the mouth of the street where she'd seen the big incineroar. Red's still visible, though now in part of the crowd by another line of vendors handing out candy and coupons. Arlert lands on the awning over close to Red, her wings held out and away from her, making herself look bigger than she is.
Glancing back to verify Shiro's still with her, Annie is about to head off toward Red when she jerks to an abrupt halt. It might not be apparent why at first, not until at her side and glancing down in front of her, where a two year old stands with his little ranger outfit, his hat knocked askew and hanging down his back. He has a pail clutched in one hand, and his eyes are wide and uncertain, his other hand clutching at the material of Annie's dress. He's staring up at her as she stares down, and then he tugs, as if ascertaining her reality, and speaks with the thickness of someone still learning how to clearly articulate what he wants and needs out of the world. ]
Where's mama?
[ Annie blinks, slowly, and lifts her head to flick her eyes over the crowd. There's no one who she spies right now looking like they're trying to find a missing small person, all the frantic movements and bent heads paired with smiles or a sharp call of "Get back here." There's not even a convenient Jenny around, which is her next thought; another, stronger tug on her skirts has her looking back down at the toddler. ]
'm suppose' to find mama.
[ Annie opens her mouth, then pauses, changing whatever she was going to say. ]
I don't know where your mother is. Where did you last see her?
[ She doesn't know how two year olds are supposed to act. In fact, how smart is a two year old. Probably smart enough, right? Shiro gets a brief glance before the two year old is answering, sort of, now holding up both his arms to Annie, candy pail still cluched tight. ]
Help me find mama.
[ Shiro, h e l p??? The two year old continues to hold his arms out and up to Annie, while Annie is standing there, and Red is managing to get herself swallowed by the crowd.
Small human alert, small human alert. Why is he holding up his arms like that? There's no way he's being asked to be picked up.
(He is asking to be picked up.) ]