AGE-DOWN MEME

[devoutish]

Inspired by this and this! Post top levels of your characters as they were when they were younger - it's up to you whether that means "when they were a kid", "six months ago", or something in between. Then tag around, either throwing kids together or throwing normally-aged current CR at people in order to "????" about how their friend/enemy/casual acquaintance is suddenly bitty.

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[bywolves]

I have this. [ Royce waves the letter opener a little. ] I can cut you back.

[babygangster]

[Alfie hops to his feet smoothly.]

Fucking try it then, go on.

[bywolves]

Why, exactly, are you trying to fight me? [ Royce stays where he is. ]

[babygangster]

You're the one kicking off, not me. What's the matter? Can't back your words up?

[bywolves]

By Mar, all I said was not to take my matches. You escalated it. [ Royce just stares at him. ] You don't want me to back my words up.

[babygangster]

You threatened me, and I'm not afraid of your threats. They're just words, they are.

[bywolves]

Were you planning on taking my matches?

[babygangster]

No - but that doesn't matter. I won't let you threaten me.

[bywolves]

I'm very impressed. [ His tone is dry. ] Sit down and finish salvaging your log. I'm not fighting you.

[babygangster]

Then watch your tongue or I'll throw the first punch.

[He's still glaring, but he does sit down.]

[bywolves]

Yes, sir. [ That's a lot of sass in one word. Like a lot. ] That the way you talk to everybody here so far, or am I just special?

[babygangster]

Do you expect everyone to stand down and take your threats?

[bywolves]

That was barely a threat. More of a warning.

[babygangster]

Not much difference.

[bywolves]

There's a big difference, when you're picking fights. [ He carves at the wood again, tone mild. ]

[babygangster]

I'll pick fights with anyone who says they could cut off my fingers. Not a fucking doormat, am I.

[bywolves]

No, you aren't, and neither am I. [ Royce hums. ] You don't get to order me around and I don't get to cut off your fingers. Fair?

[ He's anticipating more of a fight, honestly, which is why he already sounds exasperated. ]

[babygangster]

This is my house. Don't forget that, and we're not gonna have a problem.

[bywolves]

Mm. [ Fine, fine. ] Why aren't you wearing a coat?

[babygangster]

I don't have one. I'm fine.

[bywolves]

You won't be if you get frostbite.

[babygangster]

I've got blankets.

[One of them is a coat.]

[bywolves]

Which are doing you zero good at the moment, as you're not under them.

[babygangster]

I'm not cold enough. I need my arms free to make a fire.

[bywolves]

Leave them uncovered long enough and even the fire won't help. Your arms will turn black and fall off.