So you don't know when you were surrounded by broken glass?
[ ...Oh, kiddo. He shifts, moving to set her down in his desk chair because he does have to clean it up and he doesn't want to leave sticky root beer and broken glass to turn into a disaster between Arnold and Stinky stepping on something. ]
Can you --
[ Hm ]
Stay here, just a couple minutes. Don't touch anything.
[Evidently not, because Arnold promptly comes trotting over at the mention of his name, and it prompts Reimi to suck in a sharp, awestruck breath.]
A doggy!
[Not a puppy; he is clearly too big for that. Arnold, however, comes right over and starts nosing at her, investigating with his snout before licking her hand and prompting a squeal of giggling.]
Oh, he's friendly! His name is Arnold? Hi, Arnold!
[ Sure enough - Rohan had a feeling Arnold would make an appearance... and there he is. He seems relieved that the dog is here. He doesn't really know what to do with a child. How do you entertain them? What do they like? Is he really supposed to listen to them when they want something? But, she's grown up, it's not like he can really do any major harm, right? Right? There's a steady, internal scream in the back of his mind. It's fine. ]
He is.
[ Simple still, honest and straight forward. ]
He's yours when you're older.
[ He's not sure when she got him, but it can't be way too far down the line, right? Not that it matters. ]
He's pretty good at doing what you ask and he likes hot dogs.
[ Ah, yes, teach the child this and Arnold will be a very happy dog. ]
Do you know where you are, Reimi-chan? Do you know this place?
[ He has no idea what she knows or thinks this is, after all. Seems the best place to start. ]
[ That seems to be the best way to explain this to her, at least for now. His head is still spinning a bit. How long will she be like this? Surely it's not going to last that long. Hopefully. Because he's never been responsible for another person and doesn't think he should be, either. ]
What do you like to do, Reimi-chan. Color? Play games?
[ Eat Rocks? Bugs? He doesn't know. He doesn't even really remember being this age. ]
[That's something that includes both coloring and playing games! Assuming the existence of sidewalk chalk, of course.]
I can play hopscotch by myself but I can't go into the street. That's not allowed. But I can play on the sidewalk! That's an outside game though. Can we play outside, or only inside?
[ Okay, maybe he shouldn't be asking a child what she wants to do. He should set restrictions; however... he doesn't really know that. He doesn't know. He'll just...do whatever. ]
I don't have chalk here, though.
[ Not chalk she can use on sidewalk. ]
So --
[ Oh god. ]
We have to go get some.
[ He is going to totally go to the store with a small Reimi and the idea is making him scream all over again inside. They may need to get her clothes, too. Something that...works on someone her size. ]
[ Alright. Well, if that's what's going to happen, he is going to scoop her up again because what shoes does he have to put on a child? None. So, no feet on the ground he guesses. ]
Chalk. And clothes. You need clothes.
[ And food? What do kids like? What do kids need? He has no idea. Not a damn clue. But, he's just going to carry her wherever he goes because that's all he can think to do. ]
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[ ...Oh, kiddo. He shifts, moving to set her down in his desk chair because he does have to clean it up and he doesn't want to leave sticky root beer and broken glass to turn into a disaster between Arnold and Stinky stepping on something. ]
Can you --
[ Hm ]
Stay here, just a couple minutes. Don't touch anything.
[ He's going to -- clean up. ]
Have you met Arnold before?
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A doggy!
[Not a puppy; he is clearly too big for that. Arnold, however, comes right over and starts nosing at her, investigating with his snout before licking her hand and prompting a squeal of giggling.]
Oh, he's friendly! His name is Arnold? Hi, Arnold!
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He is.
[ Simple still, honest and straight forward. ]
He's yours when you're older.
[ He's not sure when she got him, but it can't be way too far down the line, right? Not that it matters. ]
He's pretty good at doing what you ask and he likes hot dogs.
[ Ah, yes, teach the child this and Arnold will be a very happy dog. ]
Do you know where you are, Reimi-chan? Do you know this place?
[ He has no idea what she knows or thinks this is, after all. Seems the best place to start. ]
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[She looks around with confidence that quickly begins to wane the more she looks, brow furrowing into a small little expression of concern.]
No...I thought this was my house but this isn't my house. Whose house is this?
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[ He pauses. ]
It's ours. When you're bigger, we're friends.
[ That seems to be the best way to explain this to her, at least for now. His head is still spinning a bit. How long will she be like this? Surely it's not going to last that long. Hopefully. Because he's never been responsible for another person and doesn't think he should be, either. ]
What do you like to do, Reimi-chan. Color? Play games?
[ Eat Rocks? Bugs? He doesn't know. He doesn't even really remember being this age. ]
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[That's something that includes both coloring and playing games! Assuming the existence of sidewalk chalk, of course.]
I can play hopscotch by myself but I can't go into the street. That's not allowed. But I can play on the sidewalk! That's an outside game though. Can we play outside, or only inside?
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[ Okay, maybe he shouldn't be asking a child what she wants to do. He should set restrictions; however... he doesn't really know that. He doesn't know. He'll just...do whatever. ]
I don't have chalk here, though.
[ Not chalk she can use on sidewalk. ]
So --
[ Oh god. ]
We have to go get some.
[ He is going to totally go to the store with a small Reimi and the idea is making him scream all over again inside. They may need to get her clothes, too. Something that...works on someone her size. ]
...We can do that.
[ And here he is, immediately caving. ]
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[She is not even wearing shOES]
Yeah! Chalk for hopscotch!
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Chalk. And clothes. You need clothes.
[ And food? What do kids like? What do kids need? He has no idea. Not a damn clue. But, he's just going to carry her wherever he goes because that's all he can think to do. ]