What do we learn about Nicobobinus in the first paragraph?
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Nicobobinus had gotten used to being best friends with Rosie in the same way that someone got used to living on the lip of an active volcano, or dancing on stilts, or trying to drink tea while sky-diving. The key, Nicobobinus felt, was to try and keep both your balance and your sense of perspective.
So when Rosie called him up at two in the morning, Nicobobinus answered the phone.
“Let’s clean all the grout in your bathroom with q-tips!” Rosie shouted into the phone. It was possible she was drunk. It was also possible she was entirely sober.
“Let’s not!” Nicobobinus said, just as enthusiastically. Enthusiasm went a long way in managing Rosie.
“Fine then,” Rosie said. “Let’s get coffee at the coffeehouse down the street.”
“I’ll meet you there once I have pants on,” Nicobobinus said.
“No one needs pants,” Rosie said. “Also, we could walk over together.”
“You’re already waiting on my doorstep,” Nicobobinus said. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Rosie said. “I was just admiring your Dracaena Draco tree, and thinking how convenient it is that your hand and feet aren’t still made of gold, because someone who is your very best friend helped you out with that, and so now you should buy your best friend a cup of coffee.”
“You’re on my doorstep and you don’t have any money, do you?”
“Not just at the moment, but I’m sure some will turn up.” This was probably true. In just the last month Nicobobinus had seen Rosie find a winning lottery ticket, a diamond ring (which turned out to be stolen), and six gold coins that she dropped into a wishing fountain before wishing for an ice cream cone.
“I’ll be down as soon as I have pants on.”
Nicobobinus hurried putting on his pants because Rosie alone and bored on his doorstep was a possible disaster.
“Your pants are on inside out,” Rosie said when he opened the door.
“Your head is on inside out,” Nicobobinus said, and locked the door behind him.
“Probably.” Rosie tipped her head to the side and grinned.
“We need to find coffee or I might fall asleep right here in the street,” Rosie said, and grabbed his hand. She started running, so he had to start running too, in his inside-out-pants.
The all-night coffeeshop they always went to was closed. A sign on the door said they’d had a plumbing explosion. Rosie stared desolately through the plate glass window. The floor was covered in a sheen of water. She tried the brass door handle several times, but it stayed obstinately locked.
“What’s that?” Rosie asked, staring at the glass.
“A coffeeshop that’s closed, where you can’t buy any coffee,” Nicobobinus said.
“No, that, behind us. Look in the reflection in the glass!” Rosie said.
The glass reflected a brightly lit building behind them, candlelight glowing between black-stained wooden window frames.
Nicobobinus spun around. There was just an empty lot on the other side of the street.
Chapter Text
Nicobobinus had gotten used to being best friends with Rosie in the same way that someone got used to living on the lip of an active volcano, or dancing on stilts, or trying to drink tea while sky-diving. The key, Nicobobinus felt, was to try and keep both your balance and your sense of perspective.
So when Rosie called him up at two in the morning, Nicobobinus answered the phone.
“Let’s clean all the grout in your bathroom with q-tips!” Rosie shouted into the phone. It was possible she was drunk. It was also possible she was entirely sober.
“Let’s not!” Nicobobinus said, just as enthusiastically. Enthusiasm went a long way in managing Rosie.
“Fine then,” Rosie said. “Let’s get coffee at the coffeehouse down the street.”
“I’ll meet you there once I have pants on,” Nicobobinus said.
“No one needs pants,” Rosie said. “Also, we could walk over together.”
“You’re already waiting on my doorstep,” Nicobobinus said. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Rosie said. “I was just admiring your Dracaena Draco tree, and thinking how convenient it is that your hand and feet aren’t still made of gold, because someone who is your very best friend helped you out with that, and so now you should buy your best friend a cup of coffee.”
“You’re on my doorstep and you don’t have any money, do you?”
“Not just at the moment, but I’m sure some will turn up.” This was probably true. In just the last month Nicobobinus had seen Rosie find a winning lottery ticket, a diamond ring (which turned out to be stolen), and six gold coins that she dropped into a wishing fountain before wishing for an ice cream cone.
“I’ll be down as soon as I have pants on.”
Nicobobinus hurried putting on his pants because Rosie alone and bored on his doorstep was a possible disaster.
“Your pants are on inside out,” Rosie said when he opened the door.
“Your head is on inside out,” Nicobobinus said, and locked the door behind him.
“Probably.” Rosie tipped her head to the side and grinned.
“We need to find coffee or I might fall asleep right here in the street,” Rosie said, and grabbed his hand. She started running, so he had to start running too, in his inside-out-pants.
The all-night coffeeshop they always went to was closed. A sign on the door said they’d had a plumbing explosion. Rosie stared desolately through the plate glass window. The floor was covered in a sheen of water. She tried the brass door handle several times, but it stayed obstinately locked.
“What’s that?” Rosie asked, staring at the glass.
“A coffeeshop that’s closed, where you can’t buy any coffee,” Nicobobinus said.
“No, that, behind us. Look in the reflection in the glass!” Rosie said.
The glass reflected a brightly lit building behind them, candlelight glowing between black-stained wooden window frames.
Nicobobinus spun around. There was just an empty lot on the other side of the street.
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Nicobobinus, the Boy Who Can Do Anything by Vicky Pointing. ... Towards the start of the story, Nicobobinus, on the run from the first in a series of extremely unpleasant adults, meets a golden man who turns his feet and one hand to gold.
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