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The Master of Ceremonies ([personal profile] i_am_your_host) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2017-08-07 05:40 pm

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.
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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-08-10 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)

"It's, uh. Kind of like sushi," Wilford says.

It's pretty much exactly like sushi.

Wilford picks up one of the rolls with his chopsticks and drops it onto the boy's plate. Inside the dark seaweed wrapper and rice layer, there's a variety of colours stuffed into it. Bright orange carrots, yellow egg strips, green spinach, and some strips of beef. Wilford sure seems to be enjoying it, so it must be tasty.

"You'll like it. It's good."

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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-08-11 04:13 am (UTC)(link)

Well, he shouldn't be surprised to hear that sushi is a new concept to the kid.

"Seaweed," Wilford says. He's never understood the point of trying to hide where one's food comes from.

Then, as if to demonstrate, he pops one of the rolls into his mouth.

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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-08-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)

If Wilford laughs a little bit, well. It may be because he kind of set the kid up to stuffing something into his mouth that most people even where he's from turn their noses up at.

Having grown up eating this sort of thing, he thinks those people are stupid.

"Not bad, huh?"

Buster wants one! He yips, and then suddenly remembers he's supposed to be ignoring Wilford.

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[personal profile] cottoncandypink 2017-08-11 05:09 am (UTC)(link)

"Yeah, some people. The ones who know what's good."

He takes pity on Buster and tosses him a roll. It bounces off of Buster's face and lands on the floor in a mess. He doesn't seem to mind.