(open) why is he like this: the log

[heavyhead]

who: Noctis and u, new and old CR welcome!!
what: some prompts feat. Noct and also Noct, but 8 years old
when: June
where: around
warnings: doubtful

A. not a literal child

[Not by age, anyway. When Noctis isn't on his shift at the petting zoo, he can be found out and around Riverview, usually with his nose in what appears to be a strategy guide for a Riverview-equivalent of the wildly popular!! (not really) board game Kingmaker. Nerds and children might be familiar with this game, but besides them: there's Noctis.

Every so often during his intense study, he checks something on his phone, scoffs in disappointment, and looks at the book again. Occasionally he makes a note with a pencil. This is the most studying he's ever done in his life, for the record.

Eventually he'll stick a finger in the book to hold his page and flag down a passerby, complete stranger or not.]

Hey, can I ask you something? I need a second opinion for, uh, work stuff.

[it's fucking board games, he's full of it]

B. actually a literal child; after June 14

[Once 8-year-old Noctis has slipped cleverly away from the clutches of his various babysitters, he quickly realizes something very important: it's hard to make a daring escape in a wheelchair. Thankfully (uh, maybe) he doesn't need it for more than a slowly healing injury, so he makes the wisest choice an 8-year-old child could make:

He just abandons it, because an empty wheelchair just sitting in a public space isn't a concern, or anything. The boy himself doesn't make it far—in fact, he's quite literally up a tree nearby. Not very high - he is tiny - but he sure did get up there.]

Whoa—this is higher than I thought. [genius]

C. still a literal child; still after June 14

[Other fun things kids do: make a lot of noise and a lot of mess. Noctis isn't as rowdy as plenty of 8-year-olds, certainaly, but he's bored and when you're a child stranded in a weird place with no friends to keep you busy, you make a lot of noise and mess.

He appears to be playing with fireworks because he is literally playing with fireworks; little round ones that seem to go off not because he's also playing with matches, but just because they... go off after he tosses them high enough in the air. After a few he gets bored of just tossing them and takes to batting them higher and further with a giant, squeaky rubber mallet.

Surely this is not annoying.]

D. choose your own age-defying adventure

[hit me up via pm or @ melodrama if you'd like a starter! Nocts of all ages available!!]

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[heavyhead]

[He's got a seemingly endless supply of these fireworks he's pulling out of either his pocket or what appears to be thin air, so - it sure is time to be a nuisance. He looks up at the sound of a voice, considers, and makes the brilliant logical deductions that:

a) it's not a person he's throwing fireworks at, and
b) no one is going to send him to his room, here

so this is already going great.]

What do I get if it goes in?

[ragnarsson]

You mean besides the satisfaction of seeing it explode?

[He thinks for a moment.]

Cause enough chaos and I'll buy you chocolate.

[Bribing a child to be annoying with candy. A+ responsible teenage behavior right there, Ivar.]

[heavyhead]

[If his eyes didn't light up at the prospect of getting rewarded to make a huge mess with fireworks, what kind of kid would he be?? That sounds pretty great, so he nods with more than a little enthusiasm.]

Deal. Watch this.

[He's not actually going to aim for a trash can though, he's just going to hit the next firework straight ahead, as hard as he can. If anything, he'll pepper the side of a trash can with tiny scorch marks.]

[ragnarsson]

[Despite the fact that it didn't end up actually inside the trash can, Ivar is suitably impressed by the firework exploding against the side of one.]

Good. Good. We're making progress now.

[He does have to wonder what sort of parents this kid has if they're just allowing him to play with explosives. Then again, his own mother had let him do whatever he wanted during his childhood, considering he was her favorite and she was usually three glasses of wine in before noon most days.]

[heavyhead]

[That's one whole big "it's complicated," and little Noctis doesn't even know the whole story. But he's got a magical portable arsenal and fireworks to play with, and what more could a kid want? Really.]

Yeah? [And one tiny comment of sort-of-praise endears him to this total stranger, already. He's not a worldly child.] Wanna see it again?

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar might be a little worried if he knew has easily it was for this kid to attach himself to people. Kids should be at least a little more savvy than that, right?]

Of course. Do it again.

[Never mind that now they're starting to get some looks from passersby. Someone's bound to alert someone in a position of power what these two miscreants are up to sooner rather than later.]