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So, yesterday was traumatizing enough that he's sort of hiding again, half-invisible and behind a tree. Hoping very sincerely that the police aren't out to get him, which he's still half-convinced they are.

The most visible part of him is the vivid red blood, strikingly coloured where the rest of him tends to wash out.

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Santi nods, so proudly.

He gestures at the bar, that's where he's from.

Gavroche glances back that way too, automatically.

"Mordred and George... any other friends from in there?"

He heard the names before, but they were unfamiliar, and this list might either be shorter or help him remember.

He shrugs a little at the last two because they didn't seem to like him all that much.

Gavroche nods and carefully memorises all the names this time. Bad pronunciation and all.

"They're nice to you?"

He gestures at child's height. They're the same age too. Enzo's probably a little older, actually. But he nods happily, because they're all really, really good about it and come see him.

"Enzo." Gavroche grins. "I'll keep an eye out for him."

Imagine that. Being green. Santi thinks it would be weirder than being dead.

"Green skin?" He considers this for a moment. "He should be easy to find, then."

Santi nods again. He'd sort of decided everyone here had strange things about them, or colours, but Gavroche seems normal.

He supposes he shouldn't be picky, because he's not really all that good.

Gavroche nods.

"I've got friends. Meg, and Faith, and Nita... you'd like Nita. And the others."

But especially Nita.

They're all girls names. Santi is kind of a little bit surprised by this. Because, you know, he's not met very many.

Gavroche nods. "Girls. There's not many boys around here our age."

Some, but not many.

But that's the only one he can think of either. He's just glad there are kids, period.

Gavroche nods, smiling. "There's Enzo, yeah."

He smiles back, and takes a step away.

But he should probably go.

"You're welcome", Gavroche tells him sincerely. "Where do you go, when you're not talking to people?"

He gestures out, fluttering his fingers. Indicating the ground, trees, sky, lake. A gesture that could mean 'around' and a smile that could mean 'everywhere.'

And he's gone, vanished on the breeze.

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