IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

Comments

[garbagechild]

Smart, Ralph.

The little boy sits up a bit and sighs, counting quietly on his fingers.

"... At least five days."

A few people had told him Al was gone for good-- he didn't believe it. The older boy had already established a tendency to sometimes leave for extended periods of time without saying anything and Wrath just knew that was what had happened this time.

As for Lust, she left sometimes too, to go to her little Violet City getaway, and didn't like to be bothered in that time.

But he was still upset.

[rocketralph]

Five days. That was creeping up on a week. He didn't really like the sound of that. Ralph hummed and shifted his shoulders where he sat slouching and eventually came to a decision.

"Well...I may not be an expert, but if they don't show up soon, I could show you how to ride a bike."

[garbagechild]

That makes the boy perk up.

It doesn't change the real underlying issue, of course, but Wrath is at the very least easily distracted.

"Really? You'd do that? For me?"

[rocketralph]

The boy's surprise really makes Ralph realize that he's gone and done it now. He's committed to this. He was gonna cheer this little kid up and that meant actively teaching wolfboy something.

That he had never actually done.

They don't make bikes that are Ralph-sized.

"Course! We're teammates after all!"

[garbagechild]

Poor Ralph.

You tried and now you're paying for it.

Looking quite a bit less droopy than he had a moment ago, Wrath turns in his seat to face Ralph, positively lit up.

"Thank you! Thank you, Ralph! You are--"

A pause, as he's clearly thinking.

"... a medium-temperature cat!"

[rocketralph]

The wrecker opened his mouth. And then shut it. There really was no end to Wrath-isms, was there? Instead of asking him what on earth that could mean or offering a slightly more correct substitute, he just pointed both index fingers at the kid.

"Right back at ya."

[garbagechild]

Looking over the moon, Wrath lifted both hands and, after a quick comparison glance to make sure he was doing it right, parroted the motion.