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[The sun doesn't so much as rise as flick on with the sudden, glaring brightness of noon. Whatever time keeping device you have on you says its about 8:14am when this happens.

The power's back, but the time on your timekeeping device never really make sense with the position of the sun as it moves across the sky.]

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[eases that gently back, just staying quiet nearby]

[after a moment, not uncovering his eyes]

If you were wondering if a sensory defect was worth occasional advantages in learning skills, I would advise against it. I was told the last time this happened there was a warning flicker first.

Honestly, I hadn't been wondering.

I suppose you haven't. [laughs softly] When I was in prison they used dog whistles to quell a Kekoi riot. I think I puked myself empty and believe me, I was already at a lack.

That . . . does not sound pleasant.

Also an experience I wouldn't recommend. Can you lead me somewhere a little dim? I don't want to reopen my eyes until I'm in shade.

Yeah. Just follow along.

[an arm wrapping firmly around his waist]

It's all right, I can hear you just fine.

[but letting him lead however he likes]

What kind of dim place are you hoping for?

[a little bit of light flirtation in that voice]

Why, do you have a handy bedroom in mind?

I just thought you might like to lie down.

I wouldn't mind.

Then let's head that way. Assuming the elevator is working.

Thank you, Tristan. You're a darling.

Happy to have made a good impression.

I feel like I learned a lot about you through one conversation. Is that foolish?

. . . not odd. I tend to make up my mind about people pretty quickly.

After a while, you start to, don't you?

Oh? I guess I don't talk to many other people who live awfully long, in that regard . . . you think the same?

Of course, every culture has its own set of social behaviors and flags and assumptions, but... nevertheless you sort of start to adopt a shorthand. Your first impulse to see me as a child was to soothe and protect me in a situation where there was nothing to gain, so that means something. And that's only one aspect of our interactions.

You know?

[. . . exhales, a little flushed. not that Mikk can see.]

It makes sense.

I think I could have listened to you speak for ages, even when you were young. Now, even more so.

Oh goodness. I'm getting flattered, and so is my younger self. How am I to handle that?

Oh, gracefully, I'm sure.

I'll endure.

We're almost at the elevator, aren't we? Your place or mine?

I suppose we'll find out wherever the elevator deposits us?