THE BITTY MEME.

[dirtysocksandthensome]

Simply put. You are a small child. Or alternatively someone dealing with a small child. Either you turned into a kid or you're having to deal with a friend or individual who is now a child.

1. Playground: You're on a playground, either wrangling a small child or you're playing on the best playground, ever.

2. Toys: You're a kid in a toy store! Hooray!
Or..You're an adult in a toy store! Damn it!

3. Big Bad "something or other": You're a scared small children for some reason, maybe there's thunder or explosions or something.

4. Food Too much sugar, too much something or other.

5. Making Friends and Wildcard option: Your character's a kid. Go nuts with that.

Comments

[infligere]

[He was going to really have to recommend someone work on the kid's nerves because that kind of jumpiness got a man killed in the field. And Grant was going to the field whether the little bastard wanted to or not; no son of his was going to live a pathetic life when there was a cause to be put towards. However, recruitment would come after recommendation.

He noted the reaction and shook his head, taking another drag of his cigarette, looking the kid over.]

You got a name, or am I going to have to resort to 'Hey you' for the duration of me standing at the end of this bench lookin' at you?

[He smirked at the corner of his lips and reached to his belt, slipping a wicked looking combat knife from his belt and twirling it expertly between his fingers. It spun around until the blade came to rest in his palm and the black leather hilt pointed towards the kid.]

A kid like you is only so good as the skills he picks up. You want to learn how to use a knife to defend yourself? [He offered the hilt towards Grant, wanting to see if the kid had the guts and the will to actually do it.]

[wolfpupintheherd]

[Insolence comes naturally to him. An angry streak that makes him protective of the people that matter - and makes him want to shove those who stand in his way to the dirt.] Grant.

[He's ready to make a joke, to name drop his father and mother...

When the man flips the knife toward him his eyes go wide with interest.]

What're skills like that gonna cost me Mr...

gonna be slow for x-mas season

[infligere]

[Well, at least the kept the kid's name. That meant that he didn't have to shoot someone and blame it on the kid. He might not want too much to do with the little beast, but that didn't make Grant any like his all the same.

He noted the interest and smirked around the butt at the commissure of his lips.]

First time is free, Grant. [He stepped closer, the handle of the knife still offered.] Rumlow, and if you call me mister, I'll probably hang you from that tree over there.

no worries me too!

[wolfpupintheherd]

[The boy snorted at that, watching him warily before taking the knife.]

Welcome to try if you can catch me.

[still] this is a real navy seals knife.

[infligere]

[Ah he remembered such insolence. It amused him to know end, and so far, the kid seemed interesting enough.]

I don't have to try to catch you, kiddo. [He shifted his jacket to reveal the butt of his handgun on his belt, the threat rather obvious. Grant ran; he'd put a bullet in the miserable brat's head... and then hang Grant from a tree.]

Of course it is. Standard issue, single notch on the hilt where I deflected a knife in active combat.