[ "Supreme leader," huh? The phrase conjures up images of North Korea. Lalo hums and sings softly to himself as he squishes sand between his toes. One foot squishes more aggressively; it's slight, but he's clearly babying one leg. Seen through a teenager eye's, he's definitely Old, i.e., late 30s to early 40s, despite his antics.
Anyway, this kid did have a good idea with the roll call and it seems like there's more to him than meets the eye, no matter how much he resembles a skinny, overgrown toddler playing pretend right now with his "Supreme Leader" talk. And he has purple eyes! That's cool. Lalo has never seen that before! He's never seen anyone who looks or dresses like this kid. Lalo looks Kokichi up and down approvingly while Kokichi sits in the sand.
Kokichi's neutral face transitioning to a plastered-on grin will be met with Lalo's own big grin. Then Lalo turns away. ]
Well, nice meetin' ya, kid! See you around. Good luck, eh? Don't let the things that go bump in the night get ya.
Ah, who'm I kidding! You're the "Supreme Leader." You'll do great.
[ There's something teasing in the way Lalo says that, but the reason for the teasing note is harder to decipher. Is he making fun of Kokichi? Or is it a genuine acknowledgment, a winking I-know-potential-when-I-see-it-and-you-have-it sort of playful encouragement? It's genuinely hard to say.
Lalo limps over to find his shoes, pleased to find they're mostly dry now from sitting in the sun. His bandana, too, has been drying in the warm sun. He starts to gather up his things, occasionally glancing at his walkie to see who else responds to the kid's missive.
In the distance, a whale spouts, the tall stream standing out against the blue horizon. ]
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Anyway, this kid did have a good idea with the roll call and it seems like there's more to him than meets the eye, no matter how much he resembles a skinny, overgrown toddler playing pretend right now with his "Supreme Leader" talk. And he has purple eyes! That's cool. Lalo has never seen that before! He's never seen anyone who looks or dresses like this kid. Lalo looks Kokichi up and down approvingly while Kokichi sits in the sand.
Kokichi's neutral face transitioning to a plastered-on grin will be met with Lalo's own big grin. Then Lalo turns away. ]
Well, nice meetin' ya, kid! See you around. Good luck, eh? Don't let the things that go bump in the night get ya.
Ah, who'm I kidding! You're the "Supreme Leader." You'll do great.
[ There's something teasing in the way Lalo says that, but the reason for the teasing note is harder to decipher. Is he making fun of Kokichi? Or is it a genuine acknowledgment, a winking I-know-potential-when-I-see-it-and-you-have-it sort of playful encouragement? It's genuinely hard to say.
Lalo limps over to find his shoes, pleased to find they're mostly dry now from sitting in the sun. His bandana, too, has been drying in the warm sun. He starts to gather up his things, occasionally glancing at his walkie to see who else responds to the kid's missive.
In the distance, a whale spouts, the tall stream standing out against the blue horizon. ]