:Steven has seen many strange and wonderful things, but this is a first.:
"It really is!" Steven agrees, running an appreciative hand over his sleeve. He didn't know fancy dinner jackets came in pink. Or fuzzy. He watches the color shift as he pushes some of the velvet against the grain, and his eyes widen. "Look, I could write in this! Or draw a little smiley face!"
:As he prepares to cover his jacket in tiny drawings, it occurs to him that he'll need help if he wants his back covered.: Steven pauses, considering. :He could just take the jacket off,: the mystery person continues, :but what would be the fun in that?:
"Do... you want to help?" Steven asks. He'd been largely focused on his awesome fuzzy jacket, but now he has a good look around, trying to figure out who's been talking to him. "Hello?"
No response. Weird. Maybe they left.
:With a mental shrug, Steven-:
"You're back!" Steven spins around, even checking the ceiling, but he doesn't spot anyone. "Hey, where are you? Do you have a name?" Nothing. "Are you shy?" he hazards. "It's okay if you are. But it's safe to come out, if you want to. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Still nothing. Maybe they're hiding. Steven looks around the room, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
:For an accomplished player of hide-and-seek,: the voice pipes back up, :the room offers many options. The long, central table is the most obvious.:
Steven grins. "I might just have to check out this table," he says slyly. No one's sitting down, yet, so he won't be bothering anyone if he pokes around. He braces a hand on one of the chairs and bends over to peer through the forest of wooden furniture legs. "Helloooo?"
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"It really is!" Steven agrees, running an appreciative hand over his sleeve. He didn't know fancy dinner jackets came in pink. Or fuzzy. He watches the color shift as he pushes some of the velvet against the grain, and his eyes widen. "Look, I could write in this! Or draw a little smiley face!"
:As he prepares to cover his jacket in tiny drawings, it occurs to him that he'll need help if he wants his back covered.: Steven pauses, considering. :He could just take the jacket off,: the mystery person continues, :but what would be the fun in that?:
"Do... you want to help?" Steven asks. He'd been largely focused on his awesome fuzzy jacket, but now he has a good look around, trying to figure out who's been talking to him. "Hello?"
No response. Weird. Maybe they left.
:With a mental shrug, Steven-:
"You're back!" Steven spins around, even checking the ceiling, but he doesn't spot anyone. "Hey, where are you? Do you have a name?" Nothing. "Are you shy?" he hazards. "It's okay if you are. But it's safe to come out, if you want to. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Still nothing. Maybe they're hiding. Steven looks around the room, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
:For an accomplished player of hide-and-seek,: the voice pipes back up, :the room offers many options. The long, central table is the most obvious.:
Steven grins. "I might just have to check out this table," he says slyly. No one's sitting down, yet, so he won't be bothering anyone if he pokes around. He braces a hand on one of the chairs and bends over to peer through the forest of wooden furniture legs. "Helloooo?"