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[will_scarlett]

A small person wearing some threadbare clothing and tracking mud runs through the front door and searches for a place to hide.

The only colorful thing on him is his red hair as he looks around, this isn't the tavern off the market square, but its still a tavern.

Maybe someone here will let him hide, because he didn't steal anything, at least not today.

He tries to make himself look neater and starts looking around for kind faces and not focus too much on all the good smells and how he hasn't really eaten today.

(OOC: Will is currently about 8 years old and as long as its up this is open.)

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is nearby, with both kids. Coral is currently practicing her rather unique style of crawling (which looks more like a baby deer than anything else), and Fry is questioning him.

"Daddy? What's cows made of?"

"Cells." Guppy says.

"What's that?"

"Tiny little things that make up living things." Guppy says. He spots the little Will and gives him a smile.

[will_scarlett]

They're the only children he's seen so far so Will comes over and bows,

"Good day to ye, sir."

[guppy_sandhu]

Fry stares at Will, then bows back. Guppy grins.

"Hello Will, how are you doing?"

He's not sure if this Will will remember them meeting before.

[will_scarlett]

Its been a while and Will kind of remembers this place but thought it might have been a dream,

"Fine, sir, na doin' anythin' bad."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Of course you're not, come and join us." Guppy says. "Would you like something to eat?"

[will_scarlett]

"If I can, thank ye, sir. 'ow do ye know me, sir?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"We met once before, maybe you were a bit younger." Guppy says, adding 'or older' in his head. "I don't think you met these two though. This is Fry, and that's Coral."

Fry looks down at Will's feet. No shoes! He reaches down and pokes Will's toes.

"Fry, no touching." Guppy says.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

There is a little girl, younger than Will, who looks at him with a curious expression, and ventures closer.

"What happened to your clothes?" she asks, with the universally-known childlike accent, Bar translating her speech as usual. "You need new ones!"

[will_scarlett]

Will does his best to make his clothes look better while he glares at her,

"Naught 'appened to 'em, they're in one piece an keep me warm."

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

Kida doesn't return the glare--she's not angry, she just wants to know--but holds up a piece of the long front drape on her skirt. Cloth. Thing.

"But they're s'posed to look like this?" The material is thin on hers but tightly woven, and new so the nap hasn't worn off.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, but dinna 'ave it an do with what I do 'ave,"

He knows he's poor and that he needs new clothes but they also don't have a lot of money for anything.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"Is it okay if I give you new ones?" To explain this, Kida leans closer and at a stage whisper volume says: "The bar over there is magic. It gives you stuff."

[will_scarlett]

"Dinna 'ave any coin,"

And owing people is bad, that means you have to pay them back and things get tricky.

[wannab_hokage]

There is a boy with a bowl of Ramen wearing an Orange running suit sitting at a table nearby.

[will_scarlett]

Will doesn't know what ramen is but it smells good so he comes closer.

[wannab_hokage]

Naruto slurped up the noodles from his bowl. With a mouthful of noodles half in his mouth he noticed the boy as he guided the rest of the noodles with his Hashi.

Eye contact.

[will_scarlett]

Will bows as he gets closer, "What are ye eatin'?"

[wannab_hokage]

"Ramen," said Naruto, "What's your name?"

[will_scarlett]

"Will, what's ramen?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"You're right there, kiddo?" Trudy asks, glancing up from her book just in time to catch sight of him.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, milady,"

He bows to her and stares at her book, she's carrying it and doesn't look like a noble.

[hallelujahpilot]

Well, the bowing is new, and she narrows her eyes slightly.

"Ain't a lady, kid. I work for a living." Her tone is kind, though - she knows the wariness the thin boy is sending off in waves.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, mistress, forgive me,"

Valiantly he tries to straighten his hair and his clothing but its a losing effort.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Nah, it's fine," she says with a smile, swinging her boots off the table. "Just..." a glance at his clothe, and her smile turns into a grin. "I got a peasant's pride, y'might say."

[will_scarlett]

He grins at her,

"Naught wrong with bein' a peasant, we're the feet the nobles stand on."