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A » Inside 838 Hastings Boulevard.
[After finally feeling himself fade away, barely connected to the world any more, it's something of a surprise that he finds himself waking up here in a strange bed.

Waking. Up.

No, he doesn't sleep, he powers down. Waking up isn't the word for what he does. So why is this sensation so different and absurd? Crow opens his eyes blearily, relieved to find that he has sight once again. It'd been pretty horrible that he couldn't even see Seto the whole time he was losing battery. That feeling is not one he wants to relive. Re-experience.

But the room he's in is not one he's familiar with. The clothes he has on are not his. Already up and out of the bed, he starts searching around for his things, his hat, anything that belongs to him, and finds nothing. Even the photograph he had always held onto isn't here. He'd checked under the pillows, under the bed, on the dressers; a look into the closet made it obvious that someone lives here. Which is weird because he doesn't see many living humans, if it is a human dwelling at all. It's been a long time, anyway. Seto's the first he's seen in years.

He hasn't realized yet that the joints on his elbows are missing, and that the vague beeping battery meter he'd come to ignore is missing.]

How did I get here? Pretty sure a dead battery meant the end.[His hand on his chin, trying to make sense of things. It's hard when you don't really have a lot to go by.]

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B » On the streets.
[So after whatever happened in the house he woke up, Crow's now wandering around the streets looking for something to do. Everything looks so new and nice and not dilapidated. It's weird seeing things like this but it's also definitely gotten his sense of adventure thrumming. There are so many new things to climb or collect and-- there are people.

Crow's a little unsure about people. He doesn't hate them, but it's different from seeing maybe one human every few months or years. He won't be the first to approach them, instead he'll just be walking the road, staking the place out.

It's better than sitting around being bored. Maybe if he's lucky, whoever took him took his best friend too. He's sure Seto would like this dump way more than back home.]

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[Whops, guess who's just walking straight into the middle of the street like he owns it?

This guy, and he's ignoring the stranger speaking for a bit before he realizes he doesn't understand something.]

What mess? [He almost asks what a street is before he recalls the word had come up in his reading a few times. The thing below his feet is a street, right? In the Japan he comes from, these things are all but covered in grass and completely unused. So what's dangerous about wandering out onto one?]

[encored]

Why, the mess your organs will make when they're splattered across the pavement, of course. [hopping from the bench, he walks to the very edge of the sidewalk and balances on the tips of his toes for a moment.]

Don't they teach children to look both ways before crossing the street? [so says the rather small twelve year old]

[likes-shinies.livejournal.com]

[A laugh, you tell funny jokes for a little kid.]

Even if I had those, I don't see why that would happen. I've gone my whole life without getting a single scratch, thin air's not gonna do me in now.

[Seriously what are cars. Those things don't move right?]

I dunno, you're the kid here, you tell me. [He grins and keeps walking, moving closer to the side of the road, but not entirely off.]

[encored]

You do have them now, assuming you're as new as you seem. [he's a little disappointed that the road seems so clear for now, looking down both ends of the street with his nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction before turning his attention back to the stranger.]

Judging by appearance is never very wise, you know. [he's totally old okay. he is super old.]