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Title: Dogen Takes a Holiday
Summary: Chaos reigns in the Motherlobe as three children run wild.
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"I dunno, Raz," Dogen said, fiddling with his hands nervously. "What if my hat falls off? No one wants that."
"Dogen," said Lili, with surprising patience. "If your hat falls off the ledge, you're probably going with it. You won't even have time to explode anybody''s head."
"I think you're underestimating my specific set of skills." Regardless, the boy awkwardly perched his butt on the railing that looked out over the inside of the Motherlobe. He swung his legs. "I wonder how big a splat I'd make if I hit the ground from here."
"Pretty big?" Raz offered. He was casually standing on said ledge, arms out for balance. Climbing and walking rails wasn't something he did with the intent to cause concern- or even to have a little extra fun, really. It was just a nice way to stim. "That'd be one way to make an impression."
"Yeah," Dogen agreed. "On the ground."
"I meant on the people, Doag."
"Oh. But they already know me, so they probably wouldn't be surprised."
Lili snorted. "Is this what you do every time you visit the Motherlobe? Decide the best ways to plunge off of stuff?"
"Pretty much," Dogen said.
"All the time," Raz added, quite nonchalantly. "Half the work of the acrobat is deciding how to fall if something goes wrong. The rest is not breaking your neck."
"I have all the brain cells here. That's terrifying."
"I watched you set someone's hair on fire during a long meeting last week."
"I said I have them. I never said I used them." Lili pursed her lips as Raz committed to a handstand on the railing. It probably said a lot about her faith in him that she didn't worry about him falling. Or maybe it said more about her boyfriend's ability to get into trouble that this was nothing. "Show-off."
"It just takes practice." As if to prove this, Raz took one hand away, holding it out. "Balance is just a bunch of little movements."
"Or you could use telekinesis like the rest of us."
"I, honestly, legitimately think my mother would cry if I did."
There was, technically, a wall of glass separating the children from Chairman Zanotto's office, but Truman slammed the door open so quick and heavy they heard it quite clearly. He hadn't looked half as pale when he'd been missing his brain as he did now. "Children! Why are you climbing dangerous ledges?"
"Bored," Raz said.
"Adventure," Lili shrugged.
Dogen raised a tiny green hand and waved. "I'm just happy to be here, honestly."
Truman pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why are Booles like this," he whimpered, then threw his hands out. "Razputin! Kiddo! I thought you were the sensible one!"
"Maybe so," said Raz, forming a levitation ball to balance on top of the railing with. "But I'm still a circus kid, sir."
The man let out an unfortunate wheeze and slid to the floor, hitting face-first.
"I think we killed the chairman," Dogen hummed. "My last visit wasn't nearly this exciting."
"He just fainted because you dweebs tempted fate." Lili hopped off the ledge, regarded Raz a moment, and shoved the ball down to the open area below, taking him with it. She yelled over the edge, "Go get the smelling salts! Oh, and don't die!"
Author's Note: Just really wanted to write these kids doing dumb kid things. Rip Truman, who's heard nothing but 'oh yeah Raz saved me' to find out he's a little hellion who squirrels his way into weird places for funsies.
-Mandaree1