002 ♕ action.

[conjoins]

[ A boy sits in the middle of the City square, leaning against a bench; he looks asleep, but the large winding pin on his back and the lack of ticking says otherwise. In his hand is a popsicle stick, blue ice cream dripping as it melts unattended. He doesn't seem to have been in the position for long, as the remaining ice cream still covers the majority of the stick. Pigeons flock near his feet, some daring to creep near him and peck at his ankle in search of food.

At the very least, in his halt, he looks peaceful. ]

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[beyourarmy]

[As Setsuna approaches, he gently tries to brush the pigeons aside. Most of them disperse at the arrival of someone moving.]

That's gonna get sticky. [He points to the ice cream as he leans over, reaching between Ventus' back and the bench, to wind the person up. No, he doesn't need to know someone to do this.]

[conjoins]

[ EXCEPT due to Vanitas being a dick, when Setsuna goes to wind Ventus up, the pin is --! not there!! Sorry, Setsuna, some fuck got to it before you. ]

[beyourarmy]

What the hell?! [He stares, then looks at the person, wide-eyed.]

Can you still talk? What ass did that?

[conjoins]

[ he can't talk, no - BUT WAIT! it seems that while Vanitas was a dick, he left the pin over yonder, glistening wet in the fountain water.

!!! ]

[beyourarmy]

[And Setsuna's not yet aware of it.]

It's alright. I'll figure it out, somehow. And bring the key part back to you. [After he punches the person, assuming he ever finds them.]