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[professahhh]

WHO: Luke Triton and OPEN
WHERE: Throughout Recolle
WHEN: March!
WHAT: Ruffians, interviews, and other things.
WARNINGS: Reckless violin endangerment

News at 7;
[ Luke Triton had a tape recorder in his breast pocket, and a notepad and pen in hand as he wandered the city streets: a short British boy in shorts and a little blue cap. He had the air of someone trying to be as close to a professional journalist as possible. ]

Pardon me, do you have a spare moment? I'm looking for an interview subject.

Plucking great;
[ Luke was walking home carefully, looking both ways before entering the intersection. It was a bit of a bother to walk home, truth be told; the instrument case at his side made negotiating crowds a bit difficult. But at least he didn't play the bass.

Just then, a small crowd of boys ran by and jostled him; the case fell from his hands and onto the sidewalk with a sickening skidding noise. ]

Oh no, my violin!

[ Before he could get to it, however, one of the taller boys grabbed its handle and hoisted it over his head. ]

Give that back, you!

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Plucking great

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[ Out on to buy a coffee after a quick nap, Koutarou, with wrinkled clothes covered in paint and bedhead, stops when he hears the squabble, and wanders over to the children. He takes the violin case from the boy holding it, his reflexes far better than a child's. ]

Children, that's not very nice. Don't pick on others.

[professahhh]

[ Wait, who was this fellow? Seizing the chance, Luke held out his hands. ]

Thank you, sir. If you could just return that...

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Here.

[ He holds the case to the boy, and looks between the children. ]

You should say sorry.

[ He looks at the bigger children. ]

[professahhh]

[ Like hell were a bunch of teenagers going to say they were sorry to a twelve-year-old, and Luke sensed this. ]

Well, I just remembered I need to be somewhere. Good evening!

[ He was out of there. ]

[wordcarvings]

[ Koutarou frowns at the teenagers. Then turns a more surprised look toward the younger child. ]

Oh. We shouldn't hold you then.

[ So should he scold these teenagers a little or would that be a bad idea. ]