010 ☯ Alma [VIDEO]

[alma_karma]

[The feed clicks on accidentally as a small hand brushes by, the PDA tipped sideways in a tuft of tough, wet grass by what looks to be the edge of the apartment building. Alma is very close, only the lower portion of his body visible as he kneels in in the dirt, both arms stretched out in front of him as he prods at a pile of mud.

He continues his efforts for several minutes, ignoring the inclement weather and building his pile into a small pillar of sorts before pinching off a higher section on top. He pulls back and, after a moment, leans down far enough for the camera to catch his expression as scrutinizes his odd little creation, nose wrinkled and eyebrows furrowed. After a few more careful jabs and pokes he sits back again, the end product before him looking vaguely familiar.]

Comments

[beanstalk]

[Ah... Definitely familiar.]

Don't stay out too long, it's still raining.

[alma_karma]

[Alma jumps a bit, carefully grabbing up the PDA with grubby fingers.]

Ah, I won't. I'm right at the front entrance.

[beanstalk]

Mimicking the other Alma?

[alma_karma]

No.

[That probably came out a little too quickly.]

[beanstalk]

It's okay to try things like that, y'know.

[alma_karma]

... Making things?

[beanstalk]

Yeah.

[alma_karma]

Yeah?... I kinda like it.

[beanstalk]

No one's gonna stop you, squirt.

[outsidehistory]

[Grins a little.]

Good job, Alma. Maybe you can make one that looks like Yu one day~

[alma_karma]

[Alma smiles into the camera, only looking a little awkward.]

Maybe. I'm not very good...

[outsidehistory]

Don't worry too much about it, yeah? Skill in an art is something that comes with time and practice.

[alma_karma]

I guess I gotta keep practicing then, huh?

[outsidehistory]

Right. Just remember that sometimes too much water won't help the dirt hold the form you want.

[alma_karma]

[Alma nods, turning to scrutinize his lump of mud again.]

... Yeah, I think it's just gonna ooze all over the way it is.

[outsidehistory]

I'll see if I can find you some different colored dirt, too. That'll make a difference.

[alma_karma]

You really think so?

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[tothelastbreath]

[Front entrance, huh? Here's hoping Alma won't mind some company. A gloved hand reaches past the boy's shoulder to deposit a handful of grass on the figure's head, probably meant to be hair.

...Of some sort.

......No one's ever said Allen's artistic, okay.]

Looks good for a first try.

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[alma_karma]

[Alma starts a little when Allen appears, too engrossed with his tiny creation to have heard the older boy coming. He turns and smiles once the grass-hair is in place.]

Thanks, Allen.

[OFFLINE FOREVER]

[tothelastbreath]

You're welcome! Mind making another one for me?

[He holds out his other hand, also clutching a fistful of grass.]

Seems a shame to waste this.

[OFFLINE FOREVER]

[alma_karma]

[Alma blinks at the handful of grass before smiling wide and reaching out to gather up more mud creative material.]

I'll make it drier this time so it stays together better.

[tothelastbreath]

Yes, that should help. Too bad it's been raining so much lately, or it would probably last longer.

[Allen drops into a crouch to watch, looking pretty scruffy by his usual standards ― open collar, sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked. The gloves come off next, but he's not reaching to help just yet. Alma's making this one for him, after all.]

[alma_karma]

[Alma concentrates on the new pile he's molding in front of him, reaching to scrape at some of the drier, protected dirt at the edge of the building and add it in. The figure that slowly forms is a bit taller than the first, little fingers a little more sure as they pinch and prod to form the head.]

[tothelastbreath]

[Allen leans in to get a better look, making the golem perched on his head slide forward precariously.]

It's coming along nicely. You learn fast! Maybe we can try making something different after this.

[alma_karma]

[Alma flashes Allen a bright smile.]

What do you think we should make next?