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[hiswifeahorse]

WHAT An autumn day in the park
WHERE The park, or out & about
WHEN Day 57, probably

[It's a bit chilly, but the air is crisp and leaves crunch underfoot if you're making your way through the park—on an #aesthetic walk, maybe, taking pictures for Instagram.]

[There . . . was a 20-year-old farmhand hanging out on a bench playing around with an acoustic guitar, occasionally working up to a melody. But now there's an older-looking gentleman wearing the same clothes, with mostly-white hair and looking, uh, very confused.]

[. . . after a moment he just haltingly finishes off that song. Because what else do you do in this sort of situation.]

[Vanyel, previously twicebonded is All Aged Up. Feel free to recognize him, or not. Stats here.]

Comments

[ahorseforgood]

:In a way?:

[vanyel you are already dead and you are still incapable of having an uncomplicated reaction to anything ever]

[hiswifeahorse]

[absolutely not]

:That we were able to do enough to satisfy even my need to be useful?:

[ahorseforgood]

[breaks into a ripple of mental laughter, unable to help herself and not quite able to muster up affront at the ridiculousness of it all]

:Dearest!:

[hiswifeahorse]

:Maybe. Perhaps?:

[ahorseforgood]

:Yes, yes, we were, take my word for it--! You can relax!:

[hiswifeahorse]

:I'll try to remember how to do so.:

[ahorseforgood]

:I'm sure we'll get there eventually, my love.: