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EP - tiny!Emcee
The door works in the strangest of ways.
So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.
Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.
Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?
But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.
Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.
This must be a dream.
So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.
Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.
Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?
But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.
Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.
This must be a dream.
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"Well, I guess I do help with chores. I sweep the floors and help fix the beds and tell the ladies they look pretty."
A pause as he takes a sip of milk.
"It's a brothel," he adds for clarification. It's a straightforward statement.
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"What's a pleasure slave?"
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Sinric shrugs elegantly. "It sounds quite terrible but it wasn't. I was gives an education to rival any prince and lived in the most beautiful palace in the world. And I was valued and loved. Few free men could boast the same."
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"But that isn't what you are now?"
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"That sounds like fun," he decides with a small smile. "Maybe I could do that. But...maybe when I'm grown up. I like having a home for now."
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"What of you? What do you wish to do when you're grown?"
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And then he shrugs at Sinric's question, a delicate movement of his thin shoulders.
"I don't know. I...haven't really thought about it."
A formerly homeless child with no parents doesn't have much to aspire to. Or the hope to consider that there's more beyond finding the next meal and surviving the night.
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He smiles fondly. "Learn everything people can teach you. Learn to watch and read them. That will give you a great advantage than you know."