[Action | January 27th, Morning]

[z_jay]

Food really had a way of drawing people's attention no matter what age they were. A growling stomach would be the first sound made while Eugene peeked out from the trees at this strange town. He didn't remember coming here, he didn't really even remember much of anything from a few minutes ago, a lot of it was fuzzy. But the desire to eat was real.

So he made it to this shop that smelled nice, watched as people came and went and got hot drinks. Hot drinks sounded good right now, it was too cold outside, so he made his way to the counter, ordered a drink, and went back outside with a warm mug to sit at a table.

His feet didn't quite touch the ground when he sat, but that wasn't unusual, he wasn't tall enough yet to have that luxury. In fact, someone might begin to wonder who this kid is that's arrived. His wings look familiar, black with blue tips, dark curly hair, brown eyes... drawn to food.

[OOC: Action and prose are both welcome. Eugene will likely be making his way around the town in small spurts in an effort to keep warm. Feel free to bother him

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[z_jay]

Wide-eyed, Eugene watched Beat make use of the pin in a way he had only read about in books or seen in cartoons. Pursing his lips in thought, he squeezed the pins that Beat handed him earlier, trying to concentrate and only managing to hold his breath.

When nothing happened, he huffed and held them back out to Beat, eager to do something that he could at least manage. "Yeah, well, skateboards are cooler."

No, he wasn't frustrated that he couldn't do special powers. Okay, maybe a little.

[skaterbrain]

"Heh, yeah they are." He smiled wide and took the pins back, stuffing them into his pockets. It'd take at least half a day for the cure pin to recharge, a lot slower than before, but Beat never had paid much attention to those sorts of things. Even in the Game, Rhyme or Phones had done much of the pin wielding, leaving Beat to do what he did best: beat the crap out of everything.

"Sides, to use 'em, you gotta be dead first and I don't think you wanna be, eh?" Beat patted Gene on the head and then motioned to the skateboard. "Wanna go again?"

[z_jay]

Dead? The look that Eugene gave Beat would be a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, mixed with a little denial. If he was dead, he wouldn't be talking and using these pins to do things. Straightening his hair with a soft huff (it would never straighten, always curly), he folded his arms, looking Beat over.

"No, I don't wanna be dead. But you can't be dead. You're talking to me and you aren't a ghost. You're too... solid."

[skaterbrain]

"Kid, donchu know not to believe everythin' you see?" Beat gave Gene a raised eyebrow in return and then had to resist the urge to completely muss his hair up. Kids shouldn't think about straightening their hair out. They were supposed to be unruly and out there scraping their knees and climbing trees (even if Shibuya didn't exactly have trees to climb, the point still stood). It rubbed Beat the wrong way to see kids being too much like adults.

"And I ain't a ghost 'cause I ain't perma-dead, but I ain't really alive neither. Been stuck like this for almost two years now, yo. And I don' wanna freak you out or nothin' so I ain't gonna do my whacko party trick unless you wanna see proof."