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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[rubikscomplex]

[Actually providing an answer does get House to stop.]

Do you work with my dad? Or are you one of Mom's friends?

[devoutish]

Nope.

[That's a lie that would be very easy to get caught in - he knows nothing about House's parents. Better not to risk it.]

I don't know you or your family at all.

[rubikscomplex]

Then... why are we here together? And where are my clothes? Did we get kidnapped?

[It seems strange to leave him with some random guy's clothes and a stethoscope and so, so many bottles of pills.

[devoutish]

We did. Yeah. But we're working to escape, so keep your chin up, eh?

[rubikscomplex]

It's not down. [And he does look more suspicious and skeptical than outright scared.] Sorry, sir. [He doesn't sound particularly sorry for back-talking, more like this is something that he's expected to apologize for.]

How are we going to escape? I can help if you take me back to New Jersey.

[devoutish]

That'll be the plan. We've all got somewhere we'd rather be.

[Interesting that he wants New Jersey instead of wherever his dad is, though. Hmmm.]

[rubikscomplex]

[He considers it for a long moment.]

Okay. What can I do? I wanna help. Please.

[devoutish]

How good are you at gathering information? That is very important.

[He's banking on kid-House still having the same interests.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House puffs up.]

I'm really good at it. People don't pay attention to me unless I make them... except mom. [He loses some steam, but regains it a moment later.] I like reading, too. I can read the books that mom and dad read.

[devoutish]

Good. There's a lot to read, and to remember. You've got a good memory, yeah?

[rubikscomplex]

I remember everything important. [He says it with almost comical gravity.] And... I'm really good at getting into small spaces, places Dad says I shouldn't. You can't tell him, though. [This is added sharply, an edge of fear creeping in.] He's not allowed to know.