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Harold is in the corner of the bar, purple crayon in hand, quietly amusing himself. He might have been there for hours without anyone noticing him.

He looks a little lonely, to tell you the truth.

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Remiel is nearby, toying with his yo-yo, and notices. Specifically, the crayon first, and then the boy.

"That's a big crayon. Hi."

He grins impishly.

Harold looks up at him, and then looks at the yo-yo.

Then, he goes back to his drawing.

The yo-yo seems to notice his glance, and makes a growling, mumbling noise.

Harold looks up, curiously, and walks over.

"I think he likes you," Remiel offers, eyeing the thing, "but I wouldn't touch him just yet."

Yo-yo makes more mumbling noises and wiggles on the table.

Harold stares at it, and then looks up at Remiel questionly.

The angel smiles.

"He's, ah, possessed. I'm not sure by what exactly. He's also fairly harmless, most of the time." Then, "My name's Remiel, by the way."

Yo-yo purrs and wiggles his string temptingly at Harold, as if to say, C'mon, pet me.

Harold looks more confused, but smiles at Remiel.

He looks at the yo-yo and slowly reaches out his hand and touches it.

Yo-yo purrs. Not like a cat, but high and chirpy -- like a bird. His wiggling stops instantly.

"Yep, likes you," Remiel remarks, unnecessarily.

Harold grins and begins to pet the yo-yo slightly.

Yo-yo purrs a little louder, then, content for the moment. Remiel stays silent, watching them -- either wondering about Harold's being alone in the bar, or making sure the yo-yo doesn't attempt to bite him.

Harold rather likes Yo-yo. He gets a bit closer, wondering what would happen if he cradled him.

The possessed toy makes a vague mumbling noise, wriggling sideways a bit as if to say, now, a little to the left.

"Well, if he hasn't bitten you yet, I'd say you'd be safe to play with him -- d'you know how to walk one?" Remiel asks, smiling.

Harold kisses the yo-yo gently, and then looks up at Remiel curiously.

Pretty sure that his yo-yo hasn't been kissed before, the sudden lack of purring a tipoff, Remiel picks it up and has it walk across the table a short distance, demonstrating the hand motion and so forth.

Then he offers it, now purring again, to Harold. "Want to try?"

Harold grins and takes the yo-yo.

He strokes it gently.

But after a few minutes he remembers why he has the pretty and tries to imitate Remiel.
But, woe, his hands are much, much too small.

And thus in a blink of an eye he ends up hoplessly tangled up, and unable to move.
He looks up Remiel with a pitiful, "if you don't help me soon, I will cry" look.

The angel makes a sympathetic face, as the yo-yo makes confused, chirping noises.

"Oh dear. Not the same, is it? Sorry about that, little guy."

He reaches down and begins the untangling process. When he's done, the yo-yo is back to mumbling discontentedly, its string wound back up into it.

"Yo-yo tricks are overrated, anyhow."

Harold looks crushed. He didn't mean for his new (and a little possessed) friend to get tangled up around him.

He looks at the floor.

"Hey, no worries. Here."

Remiel offers him the yo-yo to hold, and the mumbling decreases a little.

Harold smiles slightly and slowly takes the yo-yo.
Heeee.

The purring starts up softly again, and it wiggles a little in his hands. Clearly enjoying all of the attention it's getting, today.

Harold cuddles the yo-yo and begins to stroke it gently.

Remiel watches, smiling, as it purrs louder. Am I supposed to read your mind for your name, mate?

Yep, he can hear it.

Harold seems perfectly content playing and stroking the yo-yo.
He likes the purring sound.

To say that the yo-yo is perfectly content with the stroking and playing would be somewhat of an understatement.

Harold kisses the yo-yo again.

It seems like the thing to do to just a happy, contented thing.

The purring stops. In its place, there is a confused silence, and then a confused mumble. Possessed yo-yos are not often kissed, and this is twice in a row.

Harold doesn't like it when the happy noises stop.
It's good!!he thinks hastily towards the yo-yo. Means I LIKE you lots!

He goes back to cuddling and stroking it.

It makes a muhr? noise, and then, slowly, starts to make the happy noises again. But it's still confused, because they're somewhat less enthusiastic.

A short while later, Remiel glances at his watch regretfully. "I hate to say it, little buddy, but we've got to be going; things to do tonight. Catch you later, huh?"

Harold makes a very sad and dejected face.

Still, he slowly hands over the yo-yo.

Remiel smiles, accepting the yo-yo with a nod. "We're in the bar most nights, lately. And I know he won't object to more petting."

For the yo-yo is grumbling to itself.

"Stay safe, little one."

And with a reassuring wink, for he is the angel of hope, Remiel is gone.

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