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Lewin doesn't catch on to the obviousness of the coverup, instead wondering how long it would take Osceola to bleach his hair. It's very long. "Why do they hate it?" he asks, heading to the terrace edge. He climbs a bit up on the railing and looks out.
The view is truely stunning, the city spreading out far. Lewin likes that it's big and easy to disappear in. There is also no known markers so wherever they are, he can't find Osceola. "This isn't Mexico," he finally says, having guessed it a while ago.
...He hasn't? But he's usually is so quick to claim it arrogantly. "...I knew that. I was testing you, actually." He plays with his hair more - out of a desire to cover up his apparent mistake - even as Lewin heads to the terrace.
"The guy's never told me before," never mind that Mitch never actually met or even heard of an Osceola until today, "but it's certainly a theory. Whatever it is... it isn't my or your business to know. Most people hate that sort of topic being brought up."
Lewin blinks up to Mitch. "Is weirdo supposed to be fun?" He doesn't get it.
"The weirdo doesn't even care he's being made fun of. If he did he would've done something about it by now when I spent the whole day calling him that."
Those insults are going to fly right over the kid's head, even with Mitch lowering himself to Lewin's level. "Why would I be angry?" He asks, eyes wide and staring at Mitch.
Lewin blinks up to Mitch. "Is weirdo supposed to be fun?" He doesn't get it.
"My parents said I'm unnatural and possessed by demons," Lewin says casually, still looking straight at Mitch. "I'm not possessed by demons, but I am weird?" he questions, since Mitch seems to insist on that.
"Most people don't like being seen as weird, freaky, unnatural... they think it's just bad, to not be natural.
"But, hey - if you don't think being a weirdo is bad, all the more power to you, kiddy. You don't have to see it the way other people see it."
"I've been to the Vatican," Lewin says, not taking his eyes off the view. The world is a fascinating place for the little kid. "I think Japan is farther." He still has no idea how he ended up here.
He looks to Mitch. "You don't looks Japanese," he states as a way of asking here he is from.
"Everyone has their own personal reason. They'll tell you, if they want you to know." Mitch shrugs, approaching the railing after Lewin, but still trying to give the kid his space. Once there, he steps up onto it, then rests both his arms, crossed, on top.
"Japan," he corrects. "True Cross, Tokyo, I'm p sure. ...You've been this far from home before?"
Lewin listens, wrinkling his nose and staring crosseyed at the finger as his nose is poked. Was it really weird to ask questions? But it was his favorite part of the world - learning. All in all, he still couldn't understand why being called that could make him, or anyone else, angry. "Okay." It's said with the same childish, uncaring bluntness.
"Being weird doesn't sound bad," he declares to Mitch, deciding to accept the label, even if he still doesn't understand the joke. "Are you weird?"
Mitch's smile falls. This... is different than when he calls Ridley weird. Someone that typically flusters and lashes out, and then very quickly, loudly, defensively says 'I want to be weird! I love weird!' ...It's easy to recognize that she's lonely and feeling isolated, unsure of where she belongs, feeling like the world is against her. She has to pretend to take pride in it. Mitch hasn't been perfect with her either - the name 'weirdo' casually slips despite what it means to her, despite his attempts to get on her nerves. But... Ridley does recognize that Mitch truly does respect her and admires her skills at the end of the day, despite the fights Mitch may cause by using that word. Be a little more sensitive, a little more kind. Children are delicate little things that do carry the things they're told forever.
"...Yeah," he says anyway. What's he going to say - Mitch calls him a 'weirdo' and doesn't mean it? Would that not be a form of dishonesty? No, he's going to double down instead, damned the consequences. "I think you're weird, for a ton of reasons. You ask too many questions and it comes off as rude. That's one of them. There's no one out here quite like you.
"...But, I guess I like you anyway," he lifts a hand, booping Lewin's nose, "weird and all. You're blunt, a little thoughtless, difficult to rein in - despite all of that, I want to stick with you."
Lewin watches Mitch puff up like a peacock. It certainly sounds like he's good at something. "What are you the best at?" He isn't the tallest Lewin has ever seen, or the strongest. He doesn't seem to have any familiars or weapons. So Lewin has no idea what Mitch is good at.
He chuckles, watching Lewin go crosseyed. "Weirdo." Cute kid.
"Nope! I'm extraordinary! The greatest! The best!" He proudly puffs his chest, hand withdrawing to lift up his hair and - flip! "I'm better than normal people, which means I'm definitely better than 'weird.'"
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Casually clocking that anon right in the glasses
Lewin blinks. "Why are people attacking the coal tar?"
Have a look of confusion. "But they weren't fightning me?"
"Those are fighting words they had said. ...You good, kiddy?"
Coastel city... Lewin has to wonder what that's like. Does the oceon smell like they say in the books? "Osceola's home is outside a town in the Coahuila state," the kid says. His pronunciation has improved a lot since he was taken in.
He leans over the railing a little more to look down. It's far down. "But there's mountains there."
"British American. I'm all the way from a coastal city in Oregon. Here's no Bailley, but...I suppose... second place is fine." More than fine. He has friends here after all.
"Tokyo's definitely leagues larger. Let me guess - your home's nothing like this?" He's obsessed with that view of the large city... maybe a small town kid?
"Gamer?" Lewin echoes. "Is that something you can be good at?" he asks bluntly. Is it good to be good at gaming? Lewin has never played video games before so all he knows is that it's a hobby kind of like reading.
He rises to the air, putting a hand on his chest.
"I'm Bailley's best gamer! And in of their Hinobi branch, I'm also their best service technician! You have a machine with a glitch, then you can call on none other than Mitch Williams!" There's the third, secret thing of being their best Glitch Tech on the team, but, well, it is secret after all.
"No," Lewin says without taking his eyes off the vast city. "I was trying to find anything familiar to find Osceola. But he's not in Japan." At least, he thinks Osceola isn't in Japan. But then, why is Lewin? He finally turns to look at Mitch. "Why am I in Japan? How many people live here? Are they all exorcists?" That's a lot of exorcists... "Japan has a lot of demons. Are there more demons than exorcists here?"
"Bailley has a couple of large hills too." There's a momentarily passing fear of Lewin falling over if he keeps up, but brushes it aside. While the gauntlet is only meant for dealing with glitches, it has never stopped Mitch in making sure things turned out the way he wanted. ...Lewin would have a lot of questions about the gauntlet too, he imagines.
"Any place out there you're particularly looking at?" No, not a place - a person. Osceola, whoever he is, sounds like family. Except he's not here. Maybe still working down in Mexico. ...He recalls such change being unsettling. Lewin's, well...weird, though. If he is bothered, he's doing amazingly well in covering it up, unintentionally or otherwise.
Mitch likes to flip his hair a lot, Lewin notices. "What's esports? And VGC?" he asks curiously. These weird words do not make a lot of sense.
"Uh, obvi!" Both hands run along the side of his head, followed by another hair flip. "Competitions and esports exist! People go mad when their number one - me of course - wins and wins again in VGC!"
Lewin brow furrows. Words hurt, but not him because he's weird. Sure, logically it makes sense, but he still doesn't understand how words can hurt. "I guess," he relents after a pause. "Being weird makes me strong."
That has to be it, right?
"Oh no, words hurt. They just don't hurt you much." A pause. Right. Words never truly hurt Lewin, heck words seem to have no meaning at all.
"Words have a different hurt than hands. But you're weird like that. They might not hurt you much, if at all. Make sense?"
Mitch has a lot of strange words. Lewin is guessing bozo refers to a person, but google? "What's google?" he asks, shuffling closer on the railing to look at what Mitch is doing. It's a curious device but he's not quite sure what it's supposed to be. "He's probably at the Vatican," the kid says without taking his eyes off the phone.
"Some bozo sent you here, no clue, prolly not, aaand prolly not! I can however google that second one," he pulls his phone from his pocket, showing it off to Lewin, "if you'd like. ...None of these will get you any closer to Osceola though - no clue where he'd be right now. Can always try asking one of the staff at True Cross Academy." Mitch imagines they probably won't be much help either, though.
It's definitely one of his most eye catching features, and it continues to remind Lewin of Osceola. "Why?" he asks the gamer. "Do you win something?"
It's showy! Playing with his hair brings attention to what is arguably one of his greatest features.
"E for electronic, and V-G-C for video game competitions. People gather up and play against each other, sometimes with a team. I go solo, though - I'm so great, I don't need a team!" We don't talk about the esports team he was on.
Just when he thinks he has got it, Mitch changes it up a little. Lewin stares at Mitch with confusion and a little bit of frustration. "I don't get it anymore," he says. Maybe he should ask Osceola, but Osceola isn't here.
"Well -" he can certainly see why that conclusion happened - he's not feeling hurt, and if one does get hurt, you're weak.
"Not exactly," he shakes his head. "Even, say, like, if you lost an arm and can't feel it, you'd still got injured. ...Confusing, innit? Might be better off asking -" what's his name again - "...Osceola."
Lewin makes a face. He doesn't like not knowing and being told he's wrong. "Why later?" he complains, crossing his small arms. "How can words hurt?" he insists.
"You never 'got it' in the first place. You gave a wrong answer." And surely that doesn't mean Mitch doesn't either(he's the best after all). "You'll figure it out. Not now, but def later, weirdo. You've got other things that need answers anyway, yeah?"
Lewin doesn't, in general, show a lot of emotions outside of frustration and anger. But his eyes are fixed on the phone and when the number shows, his eyes widen a little. He's amazed.
"But how does it know that?" he asks, leaning further into Mitch's personal space to look over the device. "Is there a seal on it? Is it possessed by a demon?? Is it a spider demon?!"
"Oh I'm about to blow that curious little head of your's -" a thumb hovered over the screen as he started to type, then, with both hands still on the phone(he's half expecting Lewin to snatch it from him), showed the screen. "See, looks like there's prolly about 125 million people according to the web." A pause.
"...World wide web, that is." Nerds, suddenly does this feels more annoying - like working at the store counter and having an old guy there.