Random meme, gakked from Bakerstreet....

[surprisingwolf]

The Hello meme!

How does it work? Quite simple actually!

1. Post with your muse with "Name|Fandom"
2. Say Hello to others.
3. No, really, just say hello. No prompts, no RNG, just say hi and start up a conversation and see where it goes! Don't know the person? Doesn't matter! Just say hello!
4. PROFIT!

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[interpolate]

I can't quite help the way my eyebrow rises at Philip's explanation. I'm not about to argue with them if they don't want y assistance, but I didn't really need the probability.

"Je suis désolé," I bow quickly. "I don't mean to intrude, of course. Just trying to do my part. As a... A seeker of justice and a protector of the city and all that." It's true, too, and I mean it, I'm not trying to tease Shoutarou.

Much.

[Not trying to tease him? You have nothing to worry about...]

[eightypercentandadevil]

I really like this kid's style. Gripping his hand in both of my own, I shake firmly, the eager but earnest parting handshake that's shared only between men of the same calling, the same dedication, the same--



OWWW.

I do my best to recover my grin, maintaining as much dignity as is possible with Philip twisting my ear so hard that my whole head's yanked upside-down. The height difference doesn't help, either.

"You're a noble person, Étienne-san. Please keep protecting your city and its soul full of energetic dreams. Fuuto's soul is in its wind and its windmills. This city's soul is bright with its Energon, I can feel it. And it's in love with you, Étienne-san. This city loves its guardian angels... as sure as Fuuto loves we detectives who wipe away its tears."

Philip's let go of my ear, finally -- and oh, shit, he's walking away already. I am really going to have to talk to him about that.

"...I apologize for my aibou. It's not personal, really."

"Yes it is!" calls Philip as he walks away, but the tone doesn't make sense - it's like he's directing it at me and it's obvious he ought to be speaking to Étienne, but even he wouldn't say that, so his action must be based on a different 'personal' offense, but that only leaves me, and I didn't even SAY anything...

I don't notice I've gotten myself lost in thought for a few long moments.

[interpolate]

My head sort of turns on it's own, mirroring Shoutarou's pained angle, only without the benefit of someone tugging on my ear to facilitate it.

Then again, it's not like I can exactly blame Philip for his action. shoutarou is an odd duck, that's for sure. I suppose Philip keeps him in line, or Fuuto would probably be crying a lot more, if they're the city's only means of protection.

Then Philip is walking away, and I lift a hand to wave good-bye. Shoutarou seems to think I'd be insulted by the sudden end to the conversation, but really, you can only spend so much time with robots before you start to think like them. We had nothing more to say to each other, so the conversation is over.

"It's fine. You should probably catch up with him." I restrain myself from making a shooing motion.

[eightypercentandadevil]

"Huh? Oh! Oh, right!" Jogging backwards after Philip, I wave an enthusiastic goodbye to our new friend and ally.

"Goodbye, Étienne-san! It was a pleasure to meet you!"