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☆15 voice/action

AIGHT, so it sounds like a lotta you guys got feelin's or somethin' to work out 'cause of what happened. Not 'cause of the stupid Culturists comin' in, but you know, the other thing.

WELL, IT AIN'T GETTIN' WORKED OUT BY ITSELF.

An' since I ain't so good at talkin' and I know some people here ain't so good at it neither 'cause you got emotion Legos or somethin', I've got some pads up on the trees and I'm gonna go punch stuff. If you ain't good at talkin' neither, but you wanna blow off some steam? The name's Beat. Come punch trees wit' me behind House 10. It's good for you, yo.

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[And if he's not found behind House 10 punching trees with boxing pads duct-taped to them, he's inside helping around the house for once. Mainly, he's trying to clean; trying being the operative word. He does pretty well at sweeping up and vacuuming, but dusting is not his forte. It takes too much concentration and finesse and he spends most of his time catching all the things he knocked off the shelves.

Later, in the evening, he's on the porch of House 10 or out in the plaza and practicing his reading with a flashlight. It's slow going since Shiki left, but he figures she'll come back one day and then he's got to show that he improved or she'll probably slug him in the face.]

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[She raised an eyebrow at being called "girl". That wasn't supposed to be condescending, right? It better not have been...!]

Of course! I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't!

[Nope! He can't be condescending. He has no idea what that word means.]

Sweet. 'Cause everyone else's been talkin' and I don't get it.

You aight to use that tree? [He points to a large one with four pads wrapped around it.] I put pads up on it so the tree ain't gonna break for most people, but I dunno how strong you are. Some girls here can punch a tree in half, yanno?

In half!? [Geez, talk about pressure.] Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm only human. I don't have super strength either.

[She could blow the tree up, but that probably wasn't what he was talking about... With that said, she walked up to the padded tree and put all of her weight into her punch.

And she kicked it too, just for good measure.]

[Oh, thank goodness, she's normal. Beat lives with a girl who is bascially God, so he has to be careful. Also the other girl he knew well could make her stuffed pig-thing turn into a giant and rampage, soooo yeah. He laughs a bit and shrugs.]

So'm I, but I didn't wanna be rude. Lotsa people here look normal, but then they turn into a car. Or call the roof-rats or somethin'.

[Beat punched his padded tree a little harder and huffed, feeling satisfied that he could at least help one person.]

Last week kinda sucked, huh?

[What in the world was a "car". Oh, whatever.]

Is that so? Alright, I'll accept that answer. [Even she had a hard time complaining about that now that she knew he was just trying to be polite. Being reminded of last week though...that complicated things.]

"Sucked" [punch] is putting it [punch] nicely! [PUNCH. Owwww. She took a step back and shook her hand as if that would get rid of the oncoming ache. The phrase "overdoing it" wasn't in her lexicon apparently.]

[He looks over at the girl and raises an eyebrow at her as she shakes her hand.]

Punch straight wit' your knuckles here -- [He shows how the knife-edge of his hand is inline with his forearm, ring and pinky finger knuckles aligned and straight.] --and it ain't gonna hurt so much.

Can't say same for the rest of it, but least this ain't gonna hurt.

[She blinked at him before letting a tiny smile tug at her lips.] Got it.

[It took a little work to mimic his directions, since fists usually weren't her weapon of choice. Oh well, at least she managed to pull it off eventually.]

Huh... That actually worked! That hurts a lot less.

[he gives her a thumbs up and a big smile.]

'Course it works! I've punched so many things, it's gotta work.

Anyway, the name's Beat. Nice ta' meet ya.

[That got a chuckle out of her, admittedly. It still sucked that she ended up needing to be taught, but at least he seemed to know what he was doing.]

"Beat" is a pretty weird name, but likewise. I guess I should tell you my name, huh?

It ain't weird, it's coo'. It's a nickname.

And you can, if you want, Blondie. But if you wanna be a mystery, tha's cool too.

[Blondie? The slight frown on her face made her feelings on that nickname clear enough, even though it was still a lot better than the last one she got stuck with.]

That's a tempting offer... [Acting mysterious was pretty fun, after all.] I'll just tell you instead. It's Jane!

[Well, he can't call her Yellow. There was a girl here who had that name already. And now that he's named her, she'll always be that name.]

Well, it's nice t'meet ya.

[He sticks his hand out to shake hers.]

[After a quick nod she accepted his hand, although her handshake was a lot more firm and businesslike than her appearance implied. Old habits really did die hard.]

You know...you're pretty strange.

[That was a weird shake, but he'll go with it. He shakes her hand back firmly, but with a more amiable edge as he grins at her perceived compliment.]

Hey, thanks, yo! I try t'be one of a kind.

[It took a second, but she matched his grin. Yup, definitely strange.]

How do you "try" to be one of a kind?

'Cause I'm gonna be the best skateboarder in the world.

[He grins wide and then jerks his thumb toward the tree.]

An' I punched a wall clear down once, so trees ain't nothin'.

How 'bout you? I bet you're pretty special in your own way, yeah?

[...Skateboarder? Wait, a wall!? Just what was the deal with this guy? She would have to find that out later.]

Of course I am! [She put her hands on her hips and puffed her chest out with pride. What a question!] But I'm not going to tell you what makes me special. You're going to have to guess!

[Oh man, guessing.... He's totally bad at guessing. He usually just smashes whatever it is that's giving him a puzzle and hope it works out. Phones was always better at this than him.

He stares at Jane for a bit.]

....Are you a.... ...uh...

[He thinks, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head to one side and closing his eyes. HNNNNNNNNNNNGH. THINKING.]

....

[He lets out a loud sigh of exasperation.]

I dunno! Jus' tell me!

[griiiins.]

I guess I could, but it's way more fun to keep it a secret. Who knows, maybe you'll get it right on your own someday!

[Oh dear. This might not end well.]

[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE HATES THINKING.

He points a finger at her.]

YOU'RE A GIRL.

[That's special, right?]

... [~~Too bad!!~~ A look.]

How is that special? You can tell that just by looking, can't you?

I dunno! I'm not a girl, so it's somethin' I can't be and tha's special.

An' I thought girls liked bein' told they're special.

[She blinked. What a strange person.] If I was the only girl here, then that might work, but I'm not. How would you feel if I said something like 'you're special because you're a boy! Just like that boy over there and that one over there!'

[...Oh hey. That counted, didn't it?] I guess getting a nickname that's just for me sort of counts as special.

Yup, you're the only Blondie I know, so tha's pretty special, right?

It'll have to do. You still owe me, though! I let you off easy by giving you an answer this time, but this was just a one-time thing.

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