Early Wednesday Morning, Outside Chtulhu Cabin

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was up way too early to actually be bothered with readying himself for his workshop yet, but too late to remain in bed all the same. And so he made his way outside, took a seat on the grass, pulled a few balls from his pockets and started to juggle.
There was a distinct possibility that he was avoiding the inside of Cthulhu B for one reason or another that he would no doubt snap about if anyone asked.
The juggling certainly did have a sort of grumpy air to it.

(Open, as spots on the lawn in the wee hours of the morning tend to be.)

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[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy exited Curupira cabin, looking kind of grumpy too. And wet. "Hey you! Do your cabin have hot water?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I wouldn't know," Valentine confessed as he looked up at the soggy girl. "I just kind of woke up, grumbled a bit, and came out." He paused and caught the balls he had been juggling. "Having shower issues?"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Buffy said grumpily. "It's all cold water. I didn't need to wake up THAT badly."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine couldn't help but smirk as he threw a ball into the air and caught it again. "I imagine there's something amiss with the water heater, then. Do all the cabins run on the same heater? If they do, then you'll have no luck in Cthulhu, either."

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy pouted. "I have no idea." She watched the ball. "What are you doing?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Well, I was juggling." Valentine caught the ball again. "I am a juggler, you know."
Well, she probably didn't know. But she knows now. Or something.

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy looked interested. "Can you juggle axes and stuff?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I suppose I could, if I had 'axes and stuff' to juggle." Valentine tilted his head at her thoughtfully. "Why?"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy shrugged. "Because it would be really cool?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine seemed momentarily taken aback, then he regained his composure and spoke again. "You figure people might stop to watch a crazy masked juggler throw axes and things around like an idiot?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Early morning, and Naminé couldn't get back to sleep. That was all right. She picked up her sketchbook and slipped her shoes on as quietly as she could and stepped outside. The air was light and the quiet, rustling noises of the woods were calming.

A few cabins away from her own she saw a boy in a mask who was juggling. She sat down softly and began sketching out a rough shape of him. She hoped he wouldn't mind. He seemed more fascinating than the trees.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had that feeling as though someone was looking at him, again. But it wasn't the same sort of 'being stared at because you have a mask-face' stare that he was used to feeling, at all.
After a few more minutes of juggling and tolerating the prickle up the back of his neck, he stopped and looked toward the girl.
"What are you doing?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé looked up sharply. "Oh! I'm sorry." She flipped her sketchbook closed, a faint blush touching her cheeks. "I won't draw you, if that bothers you. My apologies."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Draw me?" Valentine tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged and gave it a little shake. "No, no, go right ahead drawing me, if that's what you were doing. Any particular reason why you were drawing me?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"It was," Naminé smiled. "I came out this morning to see if there was anything interesting I could draw. You make a nice foreground to the dawn."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine smiled broadly at that, quite flattered indeed.
"Is that so?" He started to idly juggle again. "There are those who might disagree lately."
He was still smiling, despite the bitter note in his voice that might have wavered in and out for only a moment.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"They don't find you interesting?" Naminé laughed. "You're juggling outside in the early morning air. That's fascinating to me. Is it mundane here? Are there many jugglers?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"There aren't many jugglers that I know of around here. Jugglers are a special find," Valentine stated with an air of dignity to him, now. "And this place-- it's only mundane until it isn't, really. You can stare at a wall for a week, and the next thing you know, bang! You're a chicken. or. Uh. Something."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You were a chicken?" Naminé said lightly. "I imagine that takes a bit of getting used to."

She opened her sketchbook again, since he didn't seem to mind. "Is it hard, to learn to juggle? I've never tried. I have heard there are oddities here. The ones I encounter seem to be ... less pleasant, than the ones others find."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"If juggling was easy," Valentine said with a sniff, "I imagine more people would be doing it."
He resumed throwing the balls into the air, as he had been doing before the conversation began. "This place is entirely different than where I'm from, really. I don't understand much of anything about the way their 'science' works, except that there's this thing called friction, and gravity, and little fish eat shrimp."
Thank goodness for Science! class.
"Being a chicken for a class wasn't so much a shock as coming to this place and then realizing that I have no idea how to read anybody's facial expressions."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin occaisionally liked to get up early enough to watch the sunrise. Today he'd not quite managed that, but the intent got him up earlier than was probably neccesary. So he decided to go for a walk.

He stopped to watch the juggling, because, hey, juggling. Also there was an almost Muppet-like quality to the juggler.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine put forth special effort to put on a show for the little frog, because, for some reason that he couldn't quite put a finger on, he felt an odd kinship with the little guy.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin applauded appreciatively. "Yay! You're really good!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine smiled at the wee frog, rather pleased indeed.
"Well, of course I am," he said with a nod, adding another ball into the act, "I am a very important man."
Not that being a very important man made him any better at juggling, really. It just sounded better that way.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Are you really?" Robin asked, impressed. "Neat!"