Open Log

[countryofassholes]

Characters: Britannia and yooou~
Format: action/prose
This log is: open
Location: Dock area in the evening, just before the sun sets.
Summary: Britannia's relaxing and has no one to bother. Yet.
Warnings: Nothing yet.

[Over on the dock, bare feet dangling over the edge, Britannia lays on her back with her pant legs rolled up and staring up at the darkening sky. Her shoes are next to her head, not that she seems to particularly care about them at the moment as she allows herself the undignified position in the absence of any human company. No, right now she's currently debating whether or not she should go bug Kiku or stay here and watch the stars come out. Surely there's no such thing as a curfew at this school, right? And especially not for her when she's a professor of all things.]

Oh, maybe I can get Kiku and we can watch the stars together. [The thought is brilliant, of course, a compromise. She could even get Antonio, Suzaku, Lelouch and England too. Except...] Hmm... they're probably all busy and it would take too much time to gather them up.

[Another sigh.] Oh well, I guess I'll just wait alone.

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[countryofassholes]

[At the tap, she glances down at him and has to have another pause after reading his message. Deaf and mute?

After a second, she glances back at him and shrugs apologetically. It's not like she knew, right?] I said I was wondering if the constellations here would be the same as back home.

[wakingsavior]

[ Well, they do tend to go together... but not technically mute, just not very good at speaking clearly yet. He's only 13, after all.

He smiles back at her - it's no big if she didn't realise. He's used to it. ]

huh, that's a good question.
and whose home would they pick to make the constellations after?

[countryofassholes]

Maybe they have their own. Do you feel like trying to pick them out?

[Because that's a normal thing to ask a complete stranger.]

[wakingsavior]

[ Completely normal! John looks up at the darkening sky, more stars shining out every moment. They don't look like the constellations he's used to. Making new ones would be fun, though!

He looks back to Britannia and nods before flopping back onto the deck, staring intently at the stars, trying to find shapes in them. ]

[countryofassholes]

[A smile widens her lips as John sits down beside her and she falls quiet, trying to pick shapes out of the growing stars. After a minute or two of searching, tilting her head this way and that, she finally lets out a low chuckle.]

They don't really look like much, do they?

[wakingsavior]

[ John's attention span strikes again! Or, really, he's just so intent at picking out shapes that he doesn't notice Britannia's talking to him, so he just keeps trying to play connect-the-dots ]

[countryofassholes]

[When she doesn't get a response, she just chuckles and falls quiet, waiting for an image to come.

Eventually she does pull her feet from the water to let them dry out in the cool air, if only so she shift onto her side and watch John instead. What a strange kid.]