☆TWO

[redwhiteandhero]

Characters: Alfred F. Jones and YOU
Setting: Gymnasium
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Just trying to keep warm.
Warnings: None right now.


[Alfred had gotten in the habit of a morning jog since school had ended, and he figured he might as well keep it up in the Tower as well. You never knew in a place like this when you needed to be in good shape. Plus, it was a good way to keep warm when there was no heat in the building.

Today especially he was feeling quite warm before he even finished a lap around the track. Too warm. He tried to keep going, but his legs were starting to feel like lead weights, and his head ached. Three-quarters of the way around the oval, Alfred gave up, wobbling over to lean on a piece of exercise equipment to catch his breath. Phew. This was obviously consequence of trying to exist on nutribars alone.]

Comments

[keepscalm]

I've never met a human with the name, but I'm certain they exist.

[What with today's bizarre names around and all.

Ugh nope he is still too headachey for the Nation Talk. So instead he counters with:] How do you be a wizard?

[You can't just ask how he exists, Alfred, geez.]

[colonial]

I've always been one, so I guess you have to start out as one? [He pauses.] Well, I'm a colony right now.

[redwhiteandhero]

Wizards an' witches are still humans. Countries are like... land and stuff.

[keepscalm]

And humans are a bunch of arbitrary cells and enzymes. What is your point?

[HE REALLY DOESN'T WANT TO DO THIS SONG AND DANCE OK.]

[colonial]

[America gives England a look, because wow, he can do better than that. Also he doesn't understand like half those words.] Countries are a bunch of people working together! If there aren't any people it's just a forest or something and then we're not there, but when people are there then we are there.

[Still better than England's explanation]

[redwhiteandhero]

Ugh, whatever. [Definitely his dad. They're both absolutely impossible to talk to. At least America's explanation makes a little more sense... sort of.]

We came up here to look for hunting gear. I'm starved.

[keepscalm]

[England huffs, and it's only by the bitty America's presence that he doesn't chide Alfred for his attitude.

Whatever, indeed.]

I don't have much that will aid you. The more effective of my weapons is currently... [...how to put this delicately...

Suuuubtly crossing his arms so his stub is not visible.] Out of commission.

[colonial]

Which one? [America frowned, the mood of the room mostly lost on him.] I guess I could throw things around but I don't wanna.

[That is no way to go hunting, really.]

[redwhiteandhero]

[Ever unobservant, Alfred. And you want to be an auror.]

Well, since he knows, I can use magic.