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WHAT in person
WHERE all over
WHEN 32nd day
NOTES it's a deage post

[it's a beautiful day!

by someone's standards!

which is to say, the entire town is darkly overcast and gloomy, and starting in the morning, there are scattered showers intermittently around the town. it's light enough that it isn't bothersome, barely noticeable, really, but you may find yourself feeling a bit different after you've past through one. like it's taken a few years off your life— quite literally.

or maybe it doesn't effect you at all! and you just want to go for a walk in the rain. you do you.]

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I'll get your towels dirty...

[ shrugs ]

They can be washed later. Towels don't get that dirty from just drying people off anyway.

[deathly uncomfortable silence]

I have some cuts.

Oh.

Well, either way. Um... I may have some bandages, if you need them?

I... maybe if they open up again?

Just be gentle on them.

I know what to do.

[and he is going to be bathing for a loooong time, creeping out of the bathroom afterwards like he's suspicious of an ambush]

[ everything is quiet

there's some faint chiptune music from gale's bedroom though i guess. if vincent peeks in he's just sitting on the floor against his bed trying to play a phone game?? tetris is hard ]

[HE'S. VERY VERY CURIOUS. and also in no way capable of going into that room. so the end result is that you have a ghostly visitor with wet hair staring at you playing tetris]

[ oh my god.

looks up eventually and puts the phone down ]

You can come in.

[jumps. oops]

I didn't mean to interrupt you.

You didn't. I don't really understand the point of this anyway...

[ gestures to the phone ]

Everything really is different here.

...I folded the towel. I kept everything clean. Thank you.

[he looks a lot happier to be free of some of the. trappings of employment]

You don't have to be so very careful, it's okay. But thank you.

[edging into the room... also sort of looking at that white-ish hair]

Do you mind if I ask how old you are?

Me? ... eighty, maybe ninety. I stopped keeping track for the most part.

...Oh.

[not questioning any further, though obviously surprised]

... I'm not human, so I look younger at this age than most of them.

[ he'd say "live longer" but, well. he's dead. ]

[again] Oh.

[seems like he's trying to decide whether to care about this. nah. humans aren't that great anyway]

May I sit with you?

Certainly.

[carefully tucking himself against a wall in the room. lookin shivery]

I don't know how to make this up to you.

You can come sit a little closer.

[ pats the space on the floor near him ]

Are you cold?

[obediently sitting there]

No. Yes. Just a little. It has been raining.

[ tugs part of the blanket down to drape it over him '-' ]

['-']

I don't think I've had this pleasant of a day for years...