usedlightscreen | Fourth Tracker (backdated 5/13); video/action for Goldenrod

[The boy using North's Gear looks about 16, with a rounder face and a shoulder-length mane of perfectly straight, impossibly silky-looking white-blond hair. The blue eyes are the same, but younger and less haunted.]

So... I think the "this is not my house" reaction is probably pretty common, but I've never been able to use a tablet in a dream before so I guess I'm just checking this out. You know, is this a dream? Because, uh, if it's not then I really need to get home. I've got a World History final today and I was gonna cram in the library in first period...

[He combs his hair behind his ear, then looks down next to him.]

And, um, if this i-is your house, or your...static electricity cat, I'm sorry, I don't know how I woke up here, I promise.

There's so many cute animals though...

Anyway, so yeah, if anyone could help me get home before my sister for sure kills me, that'd be great!

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[Alternately, run into a 6' twiggy teenager on his quest to explore the biggest city he's ever seen and also to try to find some clothes for somebody who couldn't bench-press a truck. He's being persistently followed by a Dragonair, Togetic, and Pidgeot, because Penne, Rascal, and Missy are not going to leave their trainer like this]

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Uh. Is. That my shirt?

[SCREAMS IT'S THE HOT ONE OH NO

Christian immediately flushes bright red, mouth gaping like a hormonal fish.]

I-I, uh... I'msorryIpromiseI'llwashitandputitback!

I mean, not that I care, dude, I've had to share toothbrushes before, it's just a little weird since it looks like you're in my house and...

...

...

North?

Um.

No?

My name's Christian...

Holy shit. Right, uh, that's what I meant. And your sister's Christina and you do track and field?

[...ok maybe his original assessment that this family looked too happy and friendly to be serial killers was incorrect.]

Uh, yeah, that's me. But how do you know about Tina?

[Well, there's another bird around, but this one is trying to comfort little boy with dirty-blond hair who's pressed against the wall of an alley. He's crying, though not making any noise, and he's got a book clutched to his chest.]

[Regal looks around and chirps when he spots Rascal. Help, please? Friend?]

[It's not serial killing if it's your job! :D]

'Caaaause...okay, this is gonna sound crazy, but bear with me. [He holds his hands up reassuringly.] I know because you told me? Huh, all right, that didn't sound too crazy. Mind coming back to me after you take a good, long look at the blond in the pictures in the living room?

[Rascal and Missy both notice their bird friend, and Rascal tugs on North's shirt sleeve and points when the teenager looks.

And his heart promptly breaks.

North is never really sure what to do with crying children, since being the Designated Babysitter at family reunions doesn't usually cover this level of tears, but he'll try his best.]

Hey...

[He crouches down a few feet away, trying to look small and not big and scary.]

What's the matter?

Huh? The blond?

[But he's not the hot one...

Christian takes the Gear with him, moving back over to one of the pictures. York will be able to see him narrow his eyes and cock his head at the picture, before finally realization sets in as he runs his finger and thumb down the bridge of his own nose.]

He looks like me, but... old.

[Regal backs up a bit, and the boy presses against the brick. He wipes his face and sniffs, trying not to cry again.]

N... nothing.

[But his eyes are wide and terrified, and he's looking anywhere but North's face.]

We're about the same age, man. Are you calling me old?

...It's okay to be scared. I'm a little scared, too, because I've never been in a city this big before.

Are you scared because you're lost?

[He stays right where he's at, not trying to force eye contact or get close enough to reach out.

[...well kinda.]

No! But you're like... You know, the actor in those movies from the turn of the millennium... George Clooney!

[And then he blushes again.]

[He looks down and shakes his head.]

N... not really. I mean h... he'll be mad at me when I g... get back if he n... noticed. B... but that's o... okay. I... I mean i... it's not like I don't c... cause trouble f... f... for him.

[He puts his hand over his mouth and flinches. If his uncle heard him say that... he'd be mad, even though it's true.]

I... it was just l... loud and I n... n... needed t... to... I... I mean I didn't m... mean to bump into that guy but he... h... he yelled at me and I...

S... sorry. I'm causing t... trouble f... for you, too...

[As weird and exhausting as this situation has been, that gets York to laugh, warm and full.]

Wow! Wow. Oh man, I really wish I got that one on tape. That's one for the video logs. I see you've always been this smooth.

[90% of his blood is currently located in his pale-ass face rn oh my god

on the one hand great now the hot guy is laughing at him

on the other hand his laugh is still really hot]

You mean- oh. Oh.

[Then he glances at a different picture where there is giving and receiving of smeks and gasps, putting his hand over his mouth.

His whisper is small and reverent and not intended to be picked up by the mic.]

I'm dating George Clooney...

[Well his next question was going to be "where are your parents" but fuck if that doesn't go flying out the window

it's ok tiny child

he will be your parent now]

No, hey... It's ok. You're not causing me any trouble at all, I promise. It is pretty loud here, huh?

[He sits down cross-legged on the ground to seem like even less of a threat.]

My name's Christian. Can you tell me your name?

Actually, my name is Nathaniel, but I guess you could keep calling me that if you want. Particularly if you think you could see your way to doing that in front of Carolina. That's the redhead, there.

[On the one hand this guy seems nice.]

[On the other hand, stranger danger.]

[On a third hand, he can't be any worse than what he's already dealing with.]

... T... Tobias.

[No last name. He'll at least be that careful.]

[He jumps like he's been shocked.]

I-I just... I mean...

...Wait, the three of us are...

That's part of the reason why the bed's so big.

...Thouuugggh I guess with you stuck at half your usual age, probably someone's sleeping on the couch? Nose goes.

It's nice to meet you, Tobias.

You know, the town where I'm from barely had a mall, that's how small it was. So I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by a whole lot of noise.

[He looks at Regal.]

Is this big guy here your friend?

[So apparently he's dating a girl in the future.

...okaaay...

that sounds fake but okay...

He puts two fingers on his nose before his brain even registers what they're Nose Goesing about, then he takes it back.]

I mean, I should...

[SINCE I'M THE JAILBAIT]

Yup, Carolina loses. Anyway, you probably won't actually have to. Our sleep schedules are all over the place here, and with everything that's going on, well.

[Shrug!]

I'll likely just stop for naps here and there, anyway. So, need anything while I'm out? ...Pants a size or ten down?

[It's too easy. York shouldn't tease him so much.]

[He looks up at Regal a little warily.]

W... well, he... he's been following me around and he hasn't h... hurt me, s... so. I don't know. I d... don't have friends. No one wants to be friends with s... someone like me.

[This guy looks so familiar...]

They don't have schools here, so I don't think you have a final.

.... Are you North?

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