Twenty-Sixth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Ring, ring!  It is 6:00 in the morning and there is someone buzzing at your door.

The day after Thanksgiving, Lucas was awakened by the sound of the telephone.  Upon picking it up, he was greeted by a friendly disembodied voice thanking him for his application as a paper-boy.  He'd be starting tomorrow!

 . . .

The rest of the day was spent in anxiety about what he was going to do.  And seeing as how he was Lucas, he came to the inevitable conclusion that he'd better make the best job of it he could.  This is the reason why your doorbell is being rung at an ungodly hour -- If it's possible for a buzzer to sound polite, it does.  Lucas will wait with a cheerful smile on your front porch until someone shows up to answer the door, after which he'll promptly launch into a speech that sounds as if it has been nervously rehearsed for hours.  In the event that no one does, he will leave after two rings.  Morning people may notice that there's no bike nearby, but there is a table meandering about your front lawn.  The speech runs as follows, though you can cut him off at any time.]

Good morning, [mister/miss]!  My name is Lucas.  We're not acquainted, but I wanted to let you know that I'll be responsible for bringing your newspapers in the morning now.  I'll do everything I can to make my delivery as quiet and punctual as possible.

Thanks very much, and I look forward to serving you!

[In the event that he knows you.]

O-Oh!  Hi!  Um.  Ah.  Oh, I have to change my speech.

Comments

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

Ooh... no wonder... they must be really old, if you say that it's probably for the best.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

They look kinda like women with beards.

1/3.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

O,... oh. I get it.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

And they wear . . . revealing . . . clothing. But they have, um. Hair. And stuff.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

Ah... ahahaha, I think I don't want to know where they have their hair...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

A-Anyway!

. . . I forgot what we were talking about.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

Uh, I think it was about growing up.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Right.

I think I'm alright with staying as a kid for a while, though. Being a grown-up seems complicated.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

...It's more complicated than being a kid, that's for sure. H, hahahahah... but you know, you seem like someone who can handle all those complications.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Mi -- Jessica.

. . . I should probably get back to my route now. Please enjoy your paper.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

[ she nods ] I guess you probably should. See you later, then?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Definitely. If you want to talk again, I'll be by tomorrow at the same time!

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

The, the same time...? I'd love to, but y'know, that's just a bit too early....

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

O-Oh. Maybe . . . after I'm done delivering everything sometime, then? Before I go to school.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

That sounds good!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Alright, then. Have a good day, Jessica!

[And he is soon off and away on his table with his little bundle of papers beside him.]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

You too, Lucas! Have a good day!

[ ooc: Do you want to play it out in a log? c: or somewhere else? ]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Oh, anything is fine! I wasn't thinking about actually threading it, but I'm definitely game to do so.]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

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