04 - Really Horrible Things

[imjustpicky]

Backdated to Saturday, November 12th

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane, morning]

[Picky had been going out the door to enjoy a nice morning, but then he had found a severed drone head in a box on the doorstep. This was something so far out of his range of comprehension that he had dropped it, screamed at the top of his lungs, and then bolted back inside.]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

[...and he's still screaming. The horror of it has yet to wear off.]

Key-Fu! KEY-FU!!!

[He was the only real person in here. The only real adult. Surely he could do something.]

[Phone]

[Picky's panic had not quite subsided by the time had made his way to the phone. He was so rattled that he forgot to ask the operator to speak to anyone in particular. He was just blurting.]

Someone put a HEAD in a BOX on our FRONT STEP!!! S-someone k-killed the... they... they put a... a...

That kid asked to play with me! And now he's...!

[He sounds like he's ready to burst into tears.]

Comments

[imjustpicky]

I can carry enough! I can carry LOTS! [That is some excellent little brother manipulation, there. Well done.]

Whatever you've gotta bring, I'll help! I can do it!

...except for Josephine, she's too heavy.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You can't?

[Pokey gives a look of mock displeasure, before snorting.]

Psh. Forget it then. Guess I can't come over.

[imjustpicky]

Hey!

[Whether was just pulling his leg or he REALLY mean it, it couldn't go unprotested. He stomped a foot and threw his hands into the air and shouted.]

You can't even lift her! That's not fair! Not fair at ALL!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey snickers at that, smirking. Yeah, you haven't changed much to reacting to teasing.]

Calm down doofus. Fine. We'll make an exception. You don't have to carry Josephine.

[Just a lot of the other crap.]

[imjustpicky]

Fine! I'll carry LOTS of stuff. You'll see!

[As far as Picky is concerned, this is a victory. No matter how much crap he winds up having to lug across town.]